I made my way to Kirifuri-no-taki. Perhaps not as impressive a waterfall as Kegon, but in some ways more beautiful, more serene, nestled away, forested mountains as far as you can see in every direction.
I stood, red-cheeked, in what I can only describe as “the driving drizzle” since it was only a spritz of rain. But the wind was blowing mightily.
The Japanese word “kamikaze” means “divine wind” and I can see now how a Japanese gale could have thwarted Kublai Khan’s Mongol invaders not once but twice.