Sunday, March 8, 2009
When this walk is over, we go back to the hotel to prepare ourselves for an even more drawn out, excessively tiring, torturously long walk. At the time I wanted to die, and thought I perhaps wasn’t far off death. In hindsight I am so glad we went.
It was two in the afternoon and it felt like nine at night.
There is a local market full of exciting traditional Japanese treasures.
We get lost.
I can barely walk. I cannot feel my shoulders and I am constantly almost fainting. I get back to the hotel at six pm and I feel like hell. I fall asleep immediately, and angrily.