Hiroshima

October 25

We can never get away as early as we'd like.

At least Hiroshima was only a short jump on the bullet train from Fukuyama. There was so much more english in this city. This helped to ease my culture-sickness, but not my hangover.  The peace park was teeming with schools of japanese tourists - and I mean schools in a very literal sense. Most of them were school groups.

     

We finally got to check our email in the oh-so-comforting foreign exchange lounge & library at the park. I would never have thought I'd be so happy to see english magazines and books.  

By the time we had walked to the World Friendship Centre, where we were staying, I was dead tired, but we pressed on. Still lots to see and do today!

For lunch we were directed down the alley to a little Okonomiyaki shop. Finally we'd get to try this beloved japanese dish! It was a great slice-of-life experience watching the local cab drivers joke and tease with the woman at the grill. I think she was supposed to be closing up for the afternoon when we walked in, but she welcomed us anyway. Matt enjoyed his huge helping, but it turned out that I really don't like Okonomiyaki.