Miura Peninsula

Miura Peninsula - in Kanagawa Prefecture
Date of Seaside Hiking : 19.08.07

Notes from Me :

• An hour from the frentic bustle of Tokyo lies some of Japan's most tranquil and scenic spots just waiting to be explored.
• Every city dweller needs an escape route to the serenity of nature.



• The decision to go to Miura Peninsula was long pending and at last it was materialized on 19.08.07.
• This place is reached by “The Keihin Kyuko Line “ ( from Shinagawa ) and its associated branches serve most areas, with JR Yokosuka Line an alternative in some cases.
• Miura, the part of Kanagawa Prefecture to the south of Tokyo juts out into pacific Ocean and, together with the Boso Peninsula, forms Tokyo Bay. The last remnants of untouched forest and coast on this otherwise heavily populated peninsula provide probably the greatest range of walking country close to Tokyo, from seaside stroll to mountain ascent, and are excellent for the less adventurous walker.
• Course : Miura- Kaigan Station ( by bus ) to Togari . From Togari to Cape Tsurugi Light house , an extended hiking.
• Walking time : About 3 hours.
• Points of interest : Rugged coastline and sea views., Cape Tsurugi Light house ,caves, and seaweed cultivation.

Caves in the r0ck faces

'Hamakauzo' - Orange Lilies on the beach side

Rugged rock face - facing the rough sea.

Silent Night

In to silent night I xcuse myself
With an air of xpectation for dawnin' glory
Arriving unexpectedly abot mind's green turf
but none can I remember , its a worry

But the charm of night engulfs everyone
The charisma of darkness ever increases with the warmth of the beloved
Flowing passion, the beauty of it captured by none
In words, which always leaves me dumbstruck and naked

Bestowed kindness by the night is calmness
Brings serenity to soul like mail on express
some dull eyes, pay n' get ' high '
Never realising aroma of beauty that wait n' lie

For the lone there's the jewel in the sky
Presence of which fill the empty space they say
There is charmer in the sky so high
Guidin' the road , whichever is our way

This happenin' casually day after day
So little is seen, with little attention they pay
Races perish but still, jewels remain
lonely they roam in 'emptiness' of barren terrain


( This poem was written back in 1996 - During those period when we wait for the onset of monsoon's torrential rains ! )