Passport particulars
Kamo no Chomei, born Kyoto in 1153 or 1155. Melancholy Japanese sage who explored internal area from a 10ft hut.

Claim to fame
The expertise of lockdown has helped focus consideration on that handful of explorers whose skills lay within the route of small-scale journeys. Henry David Thoreau in Walden and Xavier de Maistre in A Journey Round My Room celebrated withdrawal, confinement and reflection as a substitute of the expansive pleasures of huge landscapes and new horizons. You may name this style “armchair exploration”, besides certainly one of its pioneers wouldn’t have recognized what an armchair was. Kamo no Chomei was a Twelfth-century Japanese poet and musician who suffered some type of midlife disaster on the age of fifty and have become a monk. Even monastic life was too gregarious for him and round his 60th birthday Chomei went to dwell alone in a tiny hut within the woods. The years he spent on this seclusion make Thoreau and de Maistre appear like lightweights: de Maistre was solely in lockdown for six weeks and Thoreau’s renunciation of the surface world famously concerned getting his mum to do his laundry.

Supporting documentation
The intense, lapidary Hojoki is Chomei’s memoir of his years residing as a hermit. Aside from Chomei, its most memorably secondary character is the hut; 10ft sq. and 7ft excessive, transportable and constructed for self-assembly, its picket poles and metallic joints oddly foreshadow trendy flatpack furnishings. And given the chance of future lockdowns, I wouldn’t wager in opposition to the Ikea Hojoki changing into a ubiquitous characteristic of city gardens, like a post-Covid Billy. The guide itself is beautiful and tiny, an essay actually, of some thousand phrases in size. In it, Chomei ruminates in regards to the peace he’s present in renunciation and the very fact of mortality that provides each daybreak and cherry blossom such poignance.

Distinguishing marks
The modest particulars of Chomei’s existence are seen in his little guide: a bracken mattress, a bamboo water pipe, the mountain asters, ferns, nuts and sheaves of gleaned rice that he gathers for meals. The man himself much less so. An account of him on the monastery describes him wanting “gaunt and unhappy” – however then he hadn’t but discovered the peace he was on the lookout for.

Last sighted
Chomei died in 1216 on the age of 62, most probably in his beloved hut. His little guide comprises one remaining act of renunciation: on the finish he chides himself for the vainness of writing it and places down his pen.

Intrepidness ranking
Chomei – like de Maistre and Thoreau – challenges our typical understanding of exploration and presents methods to consider journey in a troubled period like ours: 3.