Culture
Kōya-san is not a destination you visit. It is a place you submit to.
The temple gave us a room, a futon, two meals a day, and the distinct impression that we had arrived somewhere time had forgotten to inform. The monks moved through the corridors like people who had stopped being in a hurry several centuries ago.
We came back quieter. That was, I think, the point.
Occasional dispatches — new journal entries, quiet places we've just come back from, and the odd reading list. No schedule. No noise.
