Bizarrely, I woke suddenly as my pull string light turned on about 11pm. I don’t know if I did it in my sleep but I was very dazed for a minute or so.
I noticed this morning that my lower legs have become thicker.
Vodafone is racking up some bad Karma with me!!
First not being able to get on the network when I got to Tokyo – they hadn’t finished the paperwork process. Then getting the texts to say I had run out of credit and needed to top-up even though I understood that being on Global Roaming took away the need to top-up.
This morning I got a text to say that I had gone over my limit.
What?!
Two days ago they texted me to say my balance was $110 and today it was $350 – seemed like a huge jump in two days with one brief phonecall to my Father.
I got hold of a great customer service guy called David.
He sent me with an endearing text saying he was in a meeting and would sort my problem out in an hour or so and to ‘hang tough till then’. What a sweetie.
I got off the train that O'Sha San and Narabe San gave me the directions for and my first priority was to send their gifts back to The Agnes in Tokushima. As it happens, the Temple 37 was only one block away from the train station and the Post Office.
I said my Gya Teis and lit two incense and said a thankyou prayer for my two favourite monks.
I found out at the stamp office that I was to go back to the train station and catch another train, then bus to the next Temple , and I had an hour to fill.
I wanted a layish day and it seems I got one.
The warm slow sunny day felt refreshing after yesterdays damp sprint around the 9 temples.
I wandered around the streets and bought a bun even though I wasn't really hungry and was just telling myself I would have to save it for later, when a lovely older woman stopped me and gave me some money as settai – it was a little more than what the bun had cost me so I felt I could eat it.
Row of street lights not far from Temple 37At a store I bough a book, a pair of scissors, a butter knife (my little plastic one had snapped), and small flannel and a blank CD in the hope of being able to transfer pics off phone. I went to a photo reprinting store and asked if they could help me but they looked at me as if they were tossing up whether to call security - I guessed that meant no.
As I was waiting at the train station, another Henro arrived. We worked out that when I caught the bus after the train reached the end of the line, he was going to walk. We were thrilled to see the train was a coach class one with luxury seats. As I wrote, feeling blissful sitting in the luxury with the sun streaming in, the other Henro leant over a gave me a prayer bead bracelet for good luck as settai.
I put it on immediately feeling sure it was going to be a good day...
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