So many faces I saw in Japan, all with a story to reflect their years. I passed this lady as she tended graves in the Island of Sado. She walked in her own world of memories, oblivious to all who passed.

I came across the most unexpected people taking photos — travel is a lesson in never having a closed mind! Of course, Samurai warriors had smartphones. An obi (the sash on a kimono) proves a perfect place to store one.

Despite the crowds, there is always tranquility and repose to be found in a temple. I saw so many monks, priests and acolytes in their different robes. Many seemed to be on holidays themselves.

At every port were people to greet us, having an absolute ball doing so. This fellow was dancing when I left the boat, and still going strong when I returned at end of day.

Not to mention the gorgeous children who sang whenever we arrived in port. Aren’t they just beautiful?

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