Greg and I went to Tokyo this weekend – and into just four days (that includes the drive there and back!) we crammed more walking, sightseeing, walking, sweating, climbing stairs, walking, (sweating, sweating, sweating), and walking than I thought I could endure. This was actually my first visit to Tokyo – if you don’t count the inside of an airport. Which I don’t. I know, I know, I’m cutting it close, huh?
So: Tokyo is tall,
and complicated,
with giant expanses of forest within the city,
and did I mention it’s crowded?
It was madness. On the way home we stopped and spent a few hours at Nikko. Never heard of it? I hadn’t either, but apparently it’s a World Heritage Site, and those are always worth seeing. Nikko was definitely, undoubtedly worth seeing. It was even worth the sweating and the stair-climbing, and that’s not a claim I just toss around.
It was beautiful.
It was imposing.
I could not capture the unbelievable magnificence of it with my camera, but I sure tried.
I caught myself trying to put everything that was amazing about Nikko into this post, and I just couldn’t. I’d love to do an entire post about it, but I’m not sure when I’ll have time. I think there’s something wrong with my calendar – according to the date shown here, they’re coming to pack out my house in two weeks, and that can’t possibly be right.
