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Day yesterday for the monster Henro bloggers!

Indeed the day's program consisted of a 5-km walk from the temple Shiromineji (81) and the temple Negoroji (82). Not a very long journey but on a rugged trail in the forest.

And contrary to predictions, walking and Japanese cuisine does not stop me to take 3 kilos a week ago which makes me a little progress on difficult terrain. The belly of Buddha Master Banana slows the pilgrimage is a fact and triggers jests and jeers from his classmates who have not yet understood the Buddhist concept of compassion, I think they are jealous of her success with the pilgrims of old age with his near perfect knowledge of Hanny Shingyo sang in unison Henro san. It is clear that a big gaijin who sweat, breath and whooping it always makes her laugh but it also requires compliance with the real pilgrims. At the last temple, after a souvenir photo session with the group that had accompanied their sutras, I even slammed a kisses to their guide, like what it pays the effort. Super
walk through a forest of trees on a trail Tiny hyper as always marked by a lot of signs, headstones indicating distances and many Buddhist statues

to arrive, a few dozen meters from the temple Negoroji before the huge statue of an oni Ushi, a scary monster of the forest-style beef.

The pilgrims were also a little monster haha but all very nice!
the afternoon, after dropping off our luggage and we greedily be restored to the hotel QKamura, arguably the most beautiful spot of the trip, atop a mountain overlooking the city of Sakaide and the huge suspension bridge Seto which runs between the islands of the sea of the same name and connects Shikoku to Honshu,

we went to Kappa Dojo.
A kappa is a different type of monster, like ugly frog with claws.

Haha yes it is the emblem Zen of Dojo lost in the mountain which is part of the Sotochu Sumuchu, Soto Zen school, which is also the most active in Europe and therefore that of Zen Butsu Zone while we are resolutely inter-sangha. Rather
also a center of anti-social assistance to teens who are struggling to organize themselves and especially to follow the common rule. So here it reformats with zazen and chambara, a derivative of sword fighting but foam! Down from the car, a pleasant smell campaign assailed our nostrils, like horse manure, in fact it was the fertilizer, but it changed a little of the infamous Steve farts. The center, which hosts a dozen students bad boys is located on an old farm where we made the soy sauce. Education rather salty, so. A monk-like Lee Van Cleef in kolomo rakusu gray and welcomed us for an introduction to zazen chouettos! So I offered to my dojo Kappa "Zen Stories cats." Then we entered the dojo ensuing letter to his instructions. Well it's pretty similar to what we do here in the western lands except it's done better, more martial, more precise and strict. What most Japanese. We went up to sit on its platforms covered with tatami but a futon rolled at the end wall in an alcove. I see the kind for sesshin, there is zazen, eat and sleep there without leaving the dojo. It was between 20 and 30 minutes of zazen, facing the wall, sitting on zafus not very thick. Obviously, the posture of Master Baban, considered the power of the sangha, was one of Dogen Guernica what the Mona Lisa, something deconstructed with knees at 15 cm and an assumed asymmetry. And of course I uncrossed mouahaha! I'm afraid that despite my back straight, the reputation of my posture is not in top Kappa Dojo, fortunately, I offered a book LOL! By kyosaku cons of the coup was perfect, suddenly awakening to stick, but focused on the lower back in our land of wine and cheese, and sound very dramatic but actually very sweet, with just that must discharge as energy to regain concentration. Leaving
I dedicated the book to the dojo Kappa offered my story to make up crappy posture. Then we went to the chambara with the small band of thugs and monk instructor. Demos, kata and fighting with foam swords like a role-playing scale, then they invited the French to fight, not crazy I declined the offer but Steve, who is a kador Street Fighter, made beautiful score with his reach and Thierry has impressed with his mastery of kendo. France, got away with the honors and applause even if at the end victory went to a big guy whose eyes showed a samurai unwavering will to win.
Big fun with this monstrous Kappa Dojo rebels. Then we returned to enjoy the sunset invisible in the mist on the sea of Seito, a breathtaking landscape.
With the night from the balcony, or hair in the sento baths, common lights of the cities, the suspension bridge and islands on the horizon were a souvenir more.
Monstrously beautiful!

It was time to go to sleep in our Japanese style room tatamisé to make beautiful nightmares ...

ps: Maintenance blogspot October 20, crappy karma that prevents normal post pictures! Master Banana, ze net absolute noob is obliged to copy lines of html code and then replace the code of each image which is why the images height seem to be extended but if you click on it you'll see them at the right format. Aaaaaargl! Freaky monstrous tech karma!