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I’ve only just arrived at Mount Koya and I already feel like I’ve cheated on my pilgrimage.

Backpack-laden foreigners are mingling with Japanese pilgrims sporting walking sticks and conical hats in the town’s snowy train station parking area. But my stalwart travel companion, Felicity, and I slowly roll by them in our comfortably heated car, having driven 90 minutes from Ikoma to Mount Koya, Wakayama Prefecture.

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