Stories from the Path
At dawn on Mount Yoshino, petals drifted like pale snow, bell chimes echoing through cedar groves. We lingered quietly near shrines, sharing tea with locals who taught us timing traditions. Spring rewards patience—and soft steps.
Stories from the Path
A two-day break opened emerald trails dripping with life. Leeches tested our resolve; a tea stall restored it with ginger sweetness. Waterfalls thundered, valleys breathed mist, and we learned that monsoon magic requires humility and quick-dry socks.