We got to the temple right on 7 so I rushed up to the main area. My 'guido's' weren't there so I went back to the carpark. They had just arrived and looked as happy and relieved to see me as I was them. We walked back up the main area. I thought they were going to do their biz, so, because I had done mine yesterday, I just stood around looking at the masses of trinkets that were always on display. I casually looked up to see my two friends looking at me expectantly. I didn't realise they had done theirs yesterday too but the path up to the next temple started to the side of the main area, which is where they were waiting for me. Doh!
There was no mistaking the seriousness of the situation - this was an uphill battle right from the first step! My body immediately started to riot. My legs were negotiating a strike, my lungs demanded more airtime and my heart threatened to detonate if it didn't get an increased allocation of chest cavity. I was dumbfounded, however, that my back was so supportive - it didn't protest once. Surprisingly it approved of the forward stance I was forced to take.
Thankfully it only took my body half an hour to realise that it could rebel all it wanted but those steps weren't going to surrender and lie down anytime soon, so, in its best interests, it resumed a united front for the rest of the day.
I was relieved also that my guido's, Iwamoto San and Myoko San, who were in their early 60's, were obviously experiencing the same challenge because I didn't have to be the one to ask for pitstops.
Iwamoto San and Myoko SanMy new friends didn't speak much English but it didn't matter that we couldn't talk because breathing took priority.
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