Just kidding. There is no leche. They don't understand dairy here.
Tuesday – Stay Hiroshima
Mister Donut with card - get points, and people-watch. Take pictures of hello Kitty donuts (Mom did, not me - sorry no pictures). Check out of hotel. Head to Shin-Osaka and buy bullet train tickets to Hiroshima.
Ride on Bullet train.
Hit Hiroshima station and check luggage into lockers. Taxi to Shekkeian garden. Rue bad timing and lack of tea ceremony viewing options.
Follow young brides getting pictures taken and attempt covert and
stylish photo of bride with red kimono and red parasol. Fail.
Convenience store
lunch at Hiroshima Castle and Park – discuss misplaced victimhood of Japanese
people in general and the perpetuated myth of the entirely innocent victim from
WWII.
Walk to Hiroshima Peace Memorial and Park. See Genbaku Dome.
Wander park
and bridges and river. Very beautiful and surprisingly European in ambiance.
Back to JR station and on to
Miyajimaguchi Station. Ferry to Miyajima Island. Mother insists on riding on
open top floor of ferry. Freeze. Irreparaly displace hair. Reach traditional
ryokan and enjoy check-in process, including conversation in Japanese with
frightened front-desk clerk and not frightened front-desk manager. Take mom to
beach. Discourage mom from picking up trash. Go to bath. Very hot, but nice. Go
to room. Enjoy strange dinner of unnameable dishes. Truly. And I eat Japanese
food every day.
Clams caught five minutes ago and all seasonal and local
produce. Tasty, but difficult to describe. Eat. Drink. Sleep.
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