While looking through tourist maps from the visitor's center, I saw a pretty looking sacred bridge. It's a red bridge, 28m long. Legend has it that when the priest that founded Nikko arrived, they were helped across the river by two snakes which entwined themselves into a bridge.
As the group was heading to the bus stop to return to our hotel after a long, wet day of shrines and temples, I glanced at my map and noticed that the bridge appeared to be close by. I decided to go find it.
I asked another girl who had expressed interest in visiting the bridge, explaining my plan to find the river, look in both directions and see if we could find the bridge. She agreed to my somewhat logical, somewhat ridiculous plan and we waved bye to the group, saying we would catch the next bus.
We headed down some stairs, towards where we thought the river was located. We crossed a street and walked through a parking lot and we found the river. It was rapid and rocky pretty with the green banks and floating fog.
But alas, no bridge.
As we were contemplating our next move, which was most likely asking the parking lot attendant in broken Japanese, we saw several other members of our group coming down the hill. They saw us and waved and pointed over towards the left. We joined forces, headed off in that direction and five minutes later we found the bridge!
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| Bridge spotted! |
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| One must pay a toll to cross the bridge, but photos are free. |
After we had our fill of the bridge, we ended up meandering back to the hotel on our own, exploring the shops and sights of Nikko along the way. It was a nice walk, and a worthwhile excursion. Sometimes you have to take a chance!