My Journey

A daily account of walking the Shikoku 88.
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It was a hot, humid and awfully sticky night. After a night of broken sleep I woke up early, around 4am, to find that Simon was gone, which surprised me considering it was pitch black and I hadn’t heard him leave the hut. After some apple & cinnamon scrolls and a Starbucks iced coffee for breakfast (best things EVER), I started my walk as the sun was rising over the mountains ahead of me.