Karst

After two or three weeks of being rained out (Iʻm not exactly sure how long it was, but it happened a couple times) we finally got to spend our Sunday at the Shikoku Karst.  Karst, for those who donʻt know is a word I think of Germanic origin and I think it pertains to like...lots of white rock in land.  The area is at the top of a mountain and it has great tasting milk and lots of cows.  It never got to hot but there were always bugs flying around that Iʻd never seen before.

One cool thing that was there was a line that showed the border of Ehime and Kochi, and you could straddle the line and be in the equivalent of two states at once.  I naturally took a photo there, and feasted on some beautiful views.  However, thatʻs not what the focus of todayʻs blog is.

Instead I would like to talk about how today was a reaffirmation of that old mindset that tells us that the destination is not the fun part, the journey is.  Iʻm noticing more and more that spending time with people here becomes more and more enjoyable which is dangerous as attachment can only lead to sadness.  But going off the beaten path is sometimes better for you, you know?

For example, today we randomly stopped on a road on the way to the karst and crossed a bridge, walked straight up to someones house (I think) and just turned around and went back to the car.  If you just walked up to someones house in Hawaii I think youʻd end up either bit by a pitbull or offered some pakalolo.

Just a thought.

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