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This might be one of very few tourist attractions in this steel and fishing town on the Sanriku coast. The Kannon sits on top of a hill overlooking the harbor.

But then, as I was leaving, I tripped over my own feet. Classic me, right? I fell right into a pile of leaves. I was laughing so hard, I couldn’t get up. The owner came out, and we both just lost it. I mean, who trips in a leaf pile? Me, apparently.

Rugby: Kamaishi shows off stadium's temporary World Cup seating