We slept in this AM, and only meandered out for a short walk along the Kamogawa (river) as we hadn't run since our first days in Tokyo. Running a city is so frustrating with the many lights and bodies you need to dart around, so the lengthy, empty gravel pathways along the Kamo are really a runner's heaven on Earth. I only wish I had something like this in Hawaii...no cars to worry about, the sound of running water, soft dirt for the old lady knees, zero threats from the mentally ill/litter, ready access to convenience stores for water, etc.
| You can see young Ryan and his father here, extending their ladles to try and improve their fortune. Sadly, I cannot remember what ladle they selected, and I doubt they remember either. |
Unfortunately for us, there was another closed off section of the temple that was supposed to help Ryan's love life, so he is doomed.
Our walk down took us through winding pathways filled with some cool foods, souvenirs and sights, like these mini sake barrels. And a funky temple. And spiralized potatoes to snack on.
I closed out the day with a massage that was supposed to be all feet/legs for my plantar fasciitis pain maintenance...but something got lost in translation...and my entire body was slowly and softly jiggled. Yes, jiggled. I was not ideal and a waste, but that's the fun of getting international massages, you never, ever know what you're going to get. I ended my day super early with an hours long marathon session of Ozark on Netflix. I was hooked, by the way. One of the best shows I've ever watched!
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