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I had a damn good sleep last night, and I needed it too, because I had a bit of ground to cover today. Temple 27 was the only temple for today, but I still had roughly 30km of walking.
Temple 27 was perched high up on one of the mountains overlooking the coast. The path up was the same as the path down - nearly 4km of backtracking was going to be involved today, and I wasn't too keen on carrying my pack if it could be avoided. Luckily Misono gave me a hand-drawn map to an old lady's house the night before; somewhere I could leave my pack and collect it later.
Temple 27 was perched high up on one of the mountains overlooking the coast. The path up was the same as the path down - nearly 4km of backtracking was going to be involved today, and I wasn't too keen on carrying my pack if it could be avoided. Luckily Misono gave me a hand-drawn map to an old lady's house the night before; somewhere I could leave my pack and collect it later.
I said goodbye to Misono the night before, knowing that I'd be on the road due to my body-clock waking me up before dawn, and the emotionally and physically draining rushing mentality, that I was having a problem shaking off me. I was having problems planning where I was to stay tonight, but Misono told me to stay in a hut that was operated by a man named Hagimori. I had heard from other pilgrims that Hagimori was well known among Japanese henros, and that he is credited for creating the list of free lodging along the Shikoku Pilgrimage. After a phone call to the man himself, Misono gave me strict instructions: When I arrive at Nishibun Station, call his number, and simply say "Nishibun Station". Hagimori would do the rest. Easy.
Oh surprise surprise, it's Route 55. Again.