Where the Pilgrimage Never Ends and the Mountains Carry the Silence
Shikoku is shaped by stillness and spirit. It’s the smallest of Japan’s four main islands, but what it offers stretches wide, sacred trails that circle entire prefectures, cedar forests hiding weathered statues, and mountain valleys where daily life hasn’t rushed in generations.
This is a place of rhythm and reverence. Not just because of the 88-temple pilgrimage, but because the land itself feels spiritual. You’ll find hot springs hidden in ravines, vine bridges swinging over rivers, and paths that disappear into mist before reappearing in stone steps and distant bells.
In Shikoku, the road is never just a route. It’s a question you walk your way through.
Below, you’ll find places where the road curves gently toward quiet, and the mountains echo with something older than words… if you’re ready to walk for what can’t be searched.
The next step hasn’t shown itself yet. But the pilgrimage continues.