The next morning we woke up as early as we could manage and hopped on a bus towards Fushimi Inari-taisha, which if you’ve ever seen pictures of Kyoto, may be what you’ve seen.
When we arrived it was as crowded as I expected it would be, but compared to places like Asakusa in Tokyo that I’ve visited, it wasn’t all that bad.
We didn’t have all the time in the world before we needed to be back at the station to head to the airport, but we were able to walk through most of the iconic red gate paths.
Once through the gates we were greeted with more beautiful fall leaves.
From there we headed back towards the hostel to pick up our bags. But first we stopped to grab some takoyaki and walk by the river for a bit.
As much as I desperately wanted to stay longer the time had all too quickly come to head back to the airport. We got on board an express train from Kyoto station to Osaka Kansi and from there parted ways. I was headed back to Korea to work the next morning and my sister was off to Fukuoka to meet up with an old friend.
My sister and I have dreamed of taking this trip for years. Not just to Japan, which she has loved her whole life, but specifically to Kyoto. As two history lovers it made sense to visit one of the most historically significant places in the country. And the timing worked out perfectly so we could see the beautiful fall colors.
I will cherish the memories and the photos forever, but I’m thankful to be able to share them you all as well. Scooter, let’s do Japan again soon, but next time for more than 24 hours. Love you.
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