I have nightmares, literally I do, where I am in Japan, but I can't get to the hot spring. One of my big points of this trip was to enter the "perfect" hot spring. The one I found almost perfectly fit my dreams. It was absolutely hidden, among trees and moss. The structures looked abandoned and disused. Shrouded by mountains and without any signage. But I was so hoping they just might be what I thought they could be that I ventured into them...
We had wandered off the highway because I was looking for an excuse to stop driving and I spotted an almost-hidden mountain shrine entrance.
|To Lukas' left are the baths. The shrine entrance is in front of him.|
|The ancient roadhouse visible from the gnome homes|
We spoke with an elderly man, who claimed to be the oldest person in the hood. (At eighty? Come on!) He said this place was a shrine sacred to travellers from who-knows-where to Kamakura, which you all remember was highlighted in a previous blog. In addition to being in my blog, and encouraging homoerotic shrine-carrying, Kamakura was the capital of Japan for a couple hundred years. So the road to Kamakura was well-worn and important. As you'll see by the following photo of Lukas on the ancient path:
|Andrea, these photos were taken for you.|