Down from the holy mountain

After an excellent night's sleep (not sure if we owe it to the cold mountain air or the meditation) and a morning in the enormous cemetary and retracing our steps arond the giant pagoda where my camera batteries died yesterday, followed by a delicious curry in a dilapidated restaurant by the tourist office, buying a few cakes as souvenirs and then killing time in a tiny cafe with a larger than life owner, we decided we had seen what we wanted to see on Mt. Koya and the drizzle and 4.5 degrees didn't inspire us to hang around. We managed to change our tickets at the very last minute and get an earlier train down to Osaka. There will be a lot more to do in 2 hours there than on the mountain.

We stay in Nagoya tonight and Dad flies from there tomorrow morning. I'll head for Tokyo and try to fit in Hakone, Nikko and shopping before it's time for me to go.