Oh, deer!

The day after I visited the Peace Park, I took a train and a ferry to the island of Miyajima, which is famous for its “Floating Torii.” The large torii gate of a temple on Miyajima is set in the sand, so at high tide, it stands in the water. (At low tide, it stands on a bar of sand is distinctly less impressive. Be sure to check the tides if you want to go.)

I did not check the tides, and arrived earlier in mid-morning with hours to go until the mid-afternoon’s higher tides.

After being greeted by some very curious and very not human-shy deer right at the port, I walked towards the sandbar Torii and realized my mistake. Some quick googling helped me find a handful of hiking trails around the island that lead up to its peak, and thinking that I had plenty of time to kill, I picked the longest trail which started in Omoto Park.

The not-so-impressive Sandbar Torii.

Omoto Park was the furthest park from the floating torii, out past the temple, a few other shrines, and the aquarium (I wasn’t sure how much small island’s aquarium had to offer, and I did not check it out…)

Thus I commenced the sweatiest hike I’ve probably ever been on. The weather in Miyajima was a balmy 80-90 with a loooooot of humidity, and I didn’t realize how little water I had on me (under half a liter) until I was too far up the hike of uneven stone stairs to stop. I sweated through everything I had on me in at least 20 minutes, and that was probably only .5km of the 3km to the top. About a third of the way up, I ran into a couple of Americans (also sweating profusely) and we shared a moment of mutual ugh.

“How much longer?” I asked. They looked at each other. “You have… a long way to go.”

Well, I thought, feeling like I’d just come out of one of the hot yoga session I go to with my aunts and uncles. I can’t possibly get any sweatier. (Turns out, I was wrong.)

The view from the top. Worth it? … let’s not talk about it.

I eventually made it, probably dehydrated and a little less than impressed by the peak’s foggy views. They also don’t sell water at the top, so I had to walk a bit more to get to the ropeway (which, why didn’t I take the ropeway up?) where I promptly bought and chugged a sports drink. I bought another bottle of water and drank that too.

On the hike back down, I saw an older woman with a Newport, RI bag! She and her friend were both Spanish, and though she had never been to Newport a family friend of hers had just got back from there (where they had gone to the folk festival.) Chatting with the women made the hike down feel quite a bit shorter, and I dried up a bit sweat-wise; by the time we got down there, the sandbar Torii was floating again and made the whole thing worth it.

Behold! The Floating Torii, floating.
And the temple, also not safe from the water.

I sat and appreciated the view and the salt water for a while, before going off to find lunch (Miyajima okonomiyaki, which is made with fried noodles and other deliciousness) and Miyajima’s strangely famous giant wooden spoon. Don’t ask, because I don’t understand it either…

The world’s largest wooden rice scoop, for when you get really, really hungry.

And finally…

My sweaty, ambitious attempt at a selfie with a deer and the torii. I believe no selfie is complete without a group of bemused fellow tourists in the background.

Published by


A 60-year-old cat lady disguised as a 25-year-old digital nomad.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s