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As we drove out of Nagoya and into the mountains I simply could not get over how different these mountains were than any I have seen before. They are peaked and pointed but full of lush green trees and the peaks are closely condensed so there is one after another after another- as we drove north we went through one tunnel after another and each time we came out of the tunnels there was a new unfolding array of gorgeous mountain peaks. We drove for over two hours and came to a most remarkable town that still held the old Japanese style of living. The village is called Ogimachi and it is a quaint village that has homes in the gassho style with thatched roofs, which resemble hands in prayer. (gassho means to “pray”)
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