We got up early and had breakfast at the Ryokan. Evidently, I did not snore tonight. Small victory I suppose. I head up the mountain and run into the Canadians. S has now fallen and injured the other leg. I give them a bottle of water since they failed to pack a bottle out. It will be a very tough day for them. My feet hurt as usual but I am starting to get my groove. It is a solid 22 km to Temple 13. The uphill was bad but not as bad as the previous day. The downhill went from steep to rather mellow. I finally hit town and had a Grape Fanta at the Coke machine. Around noon, I am walking through a town with no restaurants or convenience stores wonder if I can find something to eat. Suddenly, a lady rushes me with “ossetai!” of two small ham sandwichs. I am very grateful. After finding a bench, I eat my sandwichs and think of how fortunate I am that there are little old ladies lie in wait with ham sandwichs on my path. I pick up my gear and head down the road. Cars are wizzing by and this busy mini freeway. A minivan slams its breaks in the middle of traffic and is clearly waiting for me. A grandma yells at me to get in…ossetai again. I hop in and get lectured about walking in a busy street…in Japanese…but it is obvious what she is saying. She drops me off at a corner and wishes me well. 3 more km and I find myself at a 7 Eleven for some food and water. 1 more km and I am at Temple 13. On the way to Temple 14, I get lost in a neighborhood of winding streets and stumble upon a Japanese ohenro. He helps me find Temple 14. I have now found the Frenchman and the Italian once again just as they are leaving for Temple 15. I finish the prayers at 14 and start toward 15. An old man yells at me that I need to go around. Around I go. He meets me on the street with a soda pop…ossetai. Temple 15 was only 1 km away and under construction. It is late in the day and I am worried about finding Sakae Taxi. I barely make it to Temple 16 before they close and get directions. It is a kilometer away and I arrive with the sun just up. I look around and my friends walk up with snacks from the Family Mart next door. We call Sakae-san but no answer. About 15 minutes later he appears with another walking ohenro in tow. This young man is the first Japanese ohenro we have met below the age of 65. He is 27 and on this third trip around the island. 2 trips on foot and 1 by bike. He decides that he is our host and takes us down to the supermarket and introduces us to Macha Kitkats. Don’t laugh. They are too good. We end the night making plans for how to proceed with the typhoon on its way. I decide my feet need a break and that I really want to see which way the storm is going before I commit to the next stretch of temples. Good night all.