The trickiest part of the journey is arranging for accommodation, since very few of the people of Shikoku speak English. We've had the good fortune to find a few people who have made reservations for a few nights each for us. This is a picture of Oomoto, a monk who lives beside the Aizen-in temple along the route. We met him when we managed to get lost on our very first day and were standing at an intersection trying to figure out where we were on the map. He walked up introduced himself, sorted us out, and sent us on our way. A little later in the day, we walked by his place (in the picture) and he popped out again, made us iced tea, and made a few reservations for us. For this act of kindness, a centipede bit him on the hand while he was pouring us the tea...! Finally, at the minshuku (Japanese dinner-and-bed-and-breakfast) we were staying at that first night, he showed up again to make sure we were OK! He gave us his phone number and told us to call him if we ever get into a jam. Nice guy...!