
That day we left Tokushima City in a surge of media attention. The TV crew was there to film us as we packed our bikes and rode off. But in the afternoon some hard rains started washing over Shikoku. We found ourselves pushing our bikes up a mountain. When we got to the temple at the top, a cold wind was blowing. We took refuge from the cold, the wind and the rain in the bathroom, of all places. But when we finally gathered ourselves and entered the temple, the rain conveniently ceased its falling and we were sheltered from the wind. I took this photo through the mist. I danced a jig. We rode down the mountain and checked into an inn. I missed the report on TV, because I was out riding my bike around town, looking for food, beer, and a new raincoat (I found all three). The next morning the sun was shining. We took a cable car up to the next temple, full of optimism and happy thoughts.
