Because we have arrived at our half way destination in Hiroshima and want to see as much as we could (ontop of tuning our bikes, a bit of shopping, eating, and museum going) we opted for a day off.
And that's exactly what we all need some times. However, I dont manage rest and relaxation all that well and I, accordingly, felt quite busy.
Sister was busy as well. Starting the day off by blow drying her wet trainers.
She also made miso soup using the in room water boiler. And another quick tip for all you hotel travelers: stick a couple eggs in the pot and in ten minutes you have hard boiled eggs. They make an excellent snack because boiled eggs are no longer fragile and will keep longer without refrigeration. For us, the last couple of days were cold, so this batch of dozen ought to last a while provided we don't eat them all hurriedly.
Walking down streets of Hiroshima remind me a bit of Singapore. Clean and pedestrian.
We walked a great deal actually; and hen we got hungry there was only one place to go eat: okonomi-mura.
No high end camera setting could ever capture this mama's handy handwork! Seriously fast.
Sister's seafood order. Shrimp, squid, eggs and everything nice.
I ordered my Okonomoyaki with a different twist, eggs and cheese and a lot of hot sauce.
Now, when you order, the woman tells you that every order comes with pork. That's fine. What they don't tell you is that the cut of pork they give you is...bacon! Serious mis-advertisement! This business could double their profits overnight by changing the word pork to bacon; because like guacamole, bacon in fact makes anything and everything taste better.
After lunch we took in a museum. Not an art museum, or a museum of anthropology. No, the Hiroshima Peace museum is much more somber and lugubrious than it's name suggests. (But that didn't stop, I noticed twice, girls from taking smiling selfies, standing in front of what is a panoramic jumbo sized poster of Hiroshima after the devastation).
"In the shade of trees and out in the blazing sun, teachers and students could be seen diligently studying in classrooms made by placing the few surviving desks and chairs on straw mats on the ground. Open air classrooms were common at many schools after the A-bombing, but they were not the pleasant break from regular classes we know today. The scene surrounding the students was utter devistation - the chared a-bomb desert punctuated here and there by the shells of ferro-concrete buildings." We continued explorations after the museum, this time on bike and were glad we did. Sis stopped by Tokyu Hands, a multipurpose store to look for gifts. Well, inside we found a complete bike shop and mechanic who took time away from helping another, and much more expensive bike, to help sis true her wheel (remove the hops and swivels in the rim). No charge? Awesome. She'll Write out a check off her massive bike Khama account.
Dinner that night. You can't really tell unless you look closely, but I tipped over my miso soup into everthing and a little on my iPod and sister's pants. Oops.
Night life. Mountains and rivers and sky are all beautiful - I love them. Really. But night life in Hiroshimas red light district is a category all on its own.
Right, so we leave tomorrow. And to answer the question, we are taking the Udon route. That's south through the islands. Sounds fun right? You bet your a**.
Love,
-A
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