Journey to Monkey Mountain
I cannot count the times we have climbed the mountain behind the Togetsukyo Bridge to feed the monkeys. The park* is a ravaged stretch of ground overlooking some of the most spectacular scenery in Kyoto. A hut neatly reverses the animal-human role by putting you inside a cage where you can purchase peanuts and slices of apple to feed the monkeys that gather on the mesh windows around the building. Outside the city spreads out beneath you**, a carpet of buildings and roads that has flooded every inch of ground underneath the mountains, a flood of modernity occasionally broken by the odd shrine or park.
Neicy and Rhod went to find refreshments at the river-boat shop while Anwen and myself climbed through the scorching heat of late summer. There were no other visitors and the helpful keepers chatted about the monkeys and manipulated a few photos so it looked as if the monkeys wanted to be seated beside us. Looking down upon Arashiyama it seemed impossible that typhoons were due.