And to board the plane, we walk over an airbridge manufactured by ShinMaywa, the flying boat maker whose corporate monument we inspected at Kōya-san's Oku-no-in just a couple of days ago.
Forty minutes after take-off we get an unusual perspective on a cone-shaped mountain as it rises into view behind the Southern Alps. Then lunch is served and my neighbour and I fall into conversation. He’s just been touring Japan for the first time. I mention our recent trip to Koya-san.
At this, the woman sitting in the aisle seat joins in. Her father was a Shingon priest and trained on Koya-san, she says, before showing us a picture of him, in sacerdotal robes, standing in front of his home temple on the mountain. Even as Mt Fuji falls behind, the Daishi is everywhere.
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