As I emerged from the depths of the shrine, I walked in a daze grateful for having survived my journey. I happened upon some young school girls as they attempted to lift a metal pole from its socket though I don’t know why.
The temple I was visiting is the famous Kiyomizu. Legend has it that jumping from the stage and survive the 80-foot drop will grant you a wish, that being said, I kept my feet firmly planted.
The temple’s name translates to Clear Water, referring to the waterfall that can be seen in the picture below.
Across the pavillion, a Pagoda stood stark red against a sea of green.
Curious as ever I wandered the area behind the temples, and quite on accident I found myself heading into the hills behind Kyoto. Luckily the common sense part of my brain went off and I headed back when I met this staircase.
Quite on accident I found the Pagoda from the other picture. It ws beautiful, and with that I began winding my way down the hills.
As I left the shrine I felt eyes on me and looking up I found a whole class of Japanese students smiling down at me. I waved, and they waved back, and I smiled, and they smiled back. It was a breath of humanity in an otherwise sterile and inhuman place.
Even MORE MORE GION