It was a long walk, 21.4 miles, with 2 temples in the morning, Temple #64, Maegamiji
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We were probably more tired than usual because last night we weren't able to sleep at our normal 7 or 8. The matsuri (festival) was very loud, especially since they were parked right below our window. They were singing and screaming in time to the beat of the drums and bells. Occasionally there was another float in the area and that just intensified the volume as if a rival thing was going on. It seemed that a large percentage of the participants were teenagers drunk out of heir minds. I'm glad that I was safe in my quarters. When I was brushing my teeth it was so loud that I stopped to watch the action from the window with the obaasan of the inn. She commented to me,”Nigiyaka desu nee?” (Lively isn't it?). I agreed, but Emi said I should have said urusai (Noisy,) instead. Fortunately at around 9:3opm they all left and quiet once again took control.
Tomorrow promises to be another hard day with some time in the mountains.
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