Apparently it brings luck to see Mt Fuji.
Sightings are not a given. Fog, cloud, smog, rain. All get in the way. So if you do get to see it, you are already lucky.
Before I left Australia, I told people we were going to My Fuji. Partypoopers told me not to expect to see it, not to have my hopes up.
We visited the Mt Fuji World Heritage Centre. The building and it’s reflection imitates Fujisan.
Inside, you spiral up, learning about the mountain – it’s geology, importance, mythology.
Up to the viewing platform to see a view of ….
Nothing. It was raining. We saw nothing. The partypoopers were right. I won’t see it. It’s meant to rain all day. Well, I will just have to come back to Japan one day!
We walked to another shrine. And were lucky to see early cherry blossoms – if not cherry, then some sort of beautiful blossoms.
And we learnt how to cleanse prior to entering the shrine. I didn’t do it. COVID.
We were lucky to see a ceremony for a baby’s first visit to the shrine. Drums sounded by nuns in white. The big sister was beyond gorgeous.
We strolled around the beautiful gardens.
Then off to a fabulous lunch, served by the friendliest of owners. The hot pot was boiling in a paper bag with a flame below!
We went to another scenic spot – Nihondaira – but no luck. Fujisan would not show itself. It was overcast.
Oh well. I did get to smell daphne for the first time ever. And I always like garden art.
Such a disappointment, despite the wonders and fun and new sights of the day. I did see a mythical-looking, hazy Mt Fiji, almost the same colour as the smog and sky, from my Tokyo hotel room on my last visit to Japan. And we did catch a glimpse when we were driving from the airport to Tokyo when the sky was clear and sunny. Now, on the day we spent at lookout, Mt Fuji alluded is.