It was a blustery, dusty March day when we boarded the train to attend the Mt Takao Firewalking Ceremony. Later we heard that the blowing “dust” was actually red/yellow sand blowing across the Sea of Japan from China. Tokyo was engulfed in a yellow-looking cloud and some weather reports urged people to stay indoors (oh well…). Although the wind was still blustery, the air seemed clearer in the mountains when we arrived in Takao. We walked through the streets enticed by the different aromas of foods being cooked/grilled, many on grills/stoves outside the little cafes. It was only a short 15 minute walk from the train station to the “arena” ( a large square roped area about 20 yards square, but with no permanent seating).
People were standing 3 or 4 deep waiting for the ceremony to begin. We climbed a small hill to have a better view, but we still had to stand behind 3-4 rows of people but at least we were on an incline and could see better. Our friend Danny pointed out the line of spectators waiting in line to do the firewalking. The line began down the hill at the arena (about 50 yards downhill from us) stretched up the hill Continue reading