Three elderly couples dressed in white shared my carriage on the train crossing the bridge heading for Takamatsu the main

Three elderly couples dressed in white shared my carriage on the train crossing the bridge heading for Takamatsu, the main town and port of Shikoku, the smallest and least developed of Japan’s four main islands. Each carried a straw hat, a tall walking staff inscribed with Kanji script reading “We Two Pilgrims Together” and a small bundle of possessions wrapped in a square of blue material. Like me, they were on their way to Ryozen- ji, the first temple on the 88-temple pilgrimage route, for which, within Japan, Shikoku is best known. The pilgrimage, founded in the 14th century, is in commemoration of the founder of the Shingon Buddhist sect, Kobo Daishi, (AD774 to AD835).

Nowadays, there is a renewal of interest in it among middle-class Japanese seeking a spiritual regeneration unavailable in their ordinary, hard-working lives.
Walking at the rate of 25kms a day, the journey requires at least 60 days to be set aside, encircles the island and takes the pilgrim along sections of jagged rocky coastline, through farmlands, villages and cities and deep into the steep and densely forested mountains of the interior. The journey is punctuated by 88 Shingon Buddhist temples numbered in sequence clockwise, each on a site originally founded by Kobo Daishi.Many Japanese pilgrims (foreigners are very rare) now travel by coach or car Ironically, only the rich or retired have the time to walk. I planned to spend three weeks following the pilgrimage route on foot, not necessarily visiting the temples consecutively but, where possible, using temple lodgings for overnight accommodation.Shops around Ryozen-ji supply essential equipment for the pilgrim, or henro as they are called on Shikoku. My primary requirements were a kongo- tsue – a 5ft-long wooden staff, a symbol of Kobo Daishi himself (carrying one marks out a traveller as a henro) – and an illustrated map book of the route.

I resisted buying the standard white henro tunic: white is the colour of death in Japan and, traditionally, once a pilgrim passes through the gate of his or her first temple, the tunic demonstrates a commitment to finish the pilgrimage – even at the risk of death.I climbed the steps leading to Ryozen-ji’s main shrine (the hondo), threw some Yen coins into the offertory box, lit a candle, offered sticks of incense, gonged the kishiwade (bell) and clapped three times to attract the attention of the gods and, I hoped, their favour, then set off feeling rather Moses-like with my staff.I planned to start walking from temple 23, Yakuo-ji (the Temple of Medicine King), near Mugi Station, in the Tosa province. From there I would be in striking distance of Cape Muroto on the Pacific coast, from where the Tosa coastline sweeps in a crescent of sandy bays all the way to Asbizuri Cape, Shikoku’s most southerly point.The train from Bando to Mugi passed through a landscape common to Shikoku. Steep, high mountains, densely forested to their summits, fringed a coastal plain of flooded rice fields dotted with sleek, white egrets. Busy highways bypassed small low-rise towns and villages of grey and red-tiled roofs and, in the distance, always in view, a wave-battered coastline was patrolled by sea eagles, birds of prey happy, it seemed, to scavenge among tide- borne detritus.The days quickly settled into a regular routine Wherever I stayed, breakfast was served at 6am. This was invariably based on boiled rice, miso soup with tofu, pickles and seaweed.

I started walking by 7am and tried to arrive at a temple by 5pm. If a temple lodging was unavailable I booked into a minshuku (a Japanese home providing dinner, bed and breakfast). I would then hurry to the accommodation bath area and wash and rinse before soaking in a tub of scalding water, emerging just in time for dinner at 6pm. In a minshuku this would be vegetarian plus fish, usually raw, while in temple lodgings they provided shojin ryori, Buddhist temple vegetarian food, traditionally prepared from local, seasonal ingredients. Beer or sake were available even in temple accommodation.The walking itself was not routine. The terrain, the landscape, the success or otherwise of my route finding, the distances between temples, the weather (hot and sunny or hot and wet) changed from day to day.

The heat and considerable road walking proved physically demanding and hard on the feet.Two encouraging factors, however, did remain constant. The friendliness and bemusement of Japanese people at seeing a gaijin henro (non-Japanese pilgrim) along the way, and the spiritual and cultural richness of the temples I visited. Konomine-ji (the Temple of God Summit), temple 27, set in the mountains above the village of Yasuda on the Tosa coast, might be used as an example of the latter.I approached Konomine-ji in early morning by a narrow winding road that climbed through biwa (an apricot-like fruit) orchards and rice fields terraced into a hillside forest of mixed cedar, pine, maple and bamboo. The entrance to the temple was guarded by a fierce, sword-wielding deity. Inside the gate a statue of Kobo Daishi, unexpectedly wearing white cotton socks on his feet, stood firmly, legs astride.Steeply rising stone steps led to the aged and weather-worn main temple buildings. Here white-clad henro, shrouded in the smoke of pine incense sticks, stood before the various shrines chanting Buddhist sutras. While I was there, standing in front of the hondo, a shoji screen in an adjacent building slid open and a woman appeared bearing a tray containing a cup of tea and a sweet, gelatin cake, green like the tea.