Although it was raining pretty heavily today, we didn’t really felt like spending or day in the mosquito infested apartment, so we headed for the sacred mountain Oyama, some 1300 meters high, where, at the top, we could potentially see mount Fuji from a distance. A short train ride to Isehara and an half hour bus ride we where 15 minutes from the cable car entrance which could take us halfway up the mountain. Although, that was what I was thinking. I made the mistake to get us out at Oyama station, which was not really the end point. Far from it, to be honest, as it was a uphill walk of at least 30 minutes. Meanwhile it was still pouring rain like never before, which didn’t exactly lift our spirit. Finally we arrived at the starting point, 15 minutes of climbing stairs away from the cable car.
Although it looked like a disaster at first, it turned out to be one of the best experiences in Japan: a nice quiet hike in what felt like ancient history. And, actually, the rain only helped to create the mysterious atmosphere.