Hiroshima. Where to begin.
We left 岩国 (Iwakuni) at 10 and took the train back to 広島 (Hiroshima). We left our stuff in the lockers at the 駅 (station) and explored. Upholding the tradition, our first meal in the new city was ramen. It was a spicy ramen broth this time. Super good.
After filling our tummies we headed over to the 商店街 (shoutengai-shopping arcade). I found some boots for super cheap! I'm super excited about them. We also tried the 桜 (Sakura) Frappuccino at Starbucks. I now have two favorites there. It was really good.
Basically we hoboed it around the city till about 5 then headed for the youth hostel. We caught a bus to 牛田新町 (Ushita Shinmachi) and followed the signs. I think 本州 (Honshu) marks the paths to youth hostels really well. We had no trouble finding it, but it was up this HUGE hill.
It was a nice place. We knew we were back in the city, though. Everything cost money. The smaller hostels we'd stayed at in 松山 and 岩国 let you use things for free. At 広島、you had to pay for a towel, internet, and just about everything else that wasn't the bed you slept in.
We were pretty wiped out when we got in, but we were hungry too. Thinking we'd spend the evening inside so we can crash early and rise early the next day, we set out to find a コンビニ (convenience store). We walked all the way down the hill to this 山崎 (Yamazaki) we'd seen earlier. When we got there it was closed, so we kept walking for another 20 minutes or so to some random コンビニ none of us had ever heard of before. They had no おにぎり (onigiri)! None. Not a one. We improvised when we realized there wasn't another store around for kilometers.
I kind of guessed it'd be an empty town when I figured out the kanji for 牛田 (Ushita). 牛 is cow and 田 is field. Cow fields. We stayed in cow fields. haha.
Anyway, we booked it back to the hostel because it was getting cold. We soaked in the baths for a while. It felt so nice. I also discovered you can't do push ups underwater. Unless maybe you had handles attached to the bottom of the tub or pool.... hmmmm
So we slept pretty well and woke up at 10 to check out once again. We ditched our bags back in the lockers at 広島駅 and made our way over to this お好み焼き place the hostel had recommended. It was closed when we got there, but the paper from the hostel said it would be open at noon. In hopes of getting tasty 広島 style お好み焼き we waited, but no such luck. It never opened. We substituted with this hole-in-the-wall place just up the road. チャンポンラメン (Chanpon Ramen) is bomb! It's got tons of fried vegetables on top of a light 塩 (shio- salt) based ラメン. Super good.
After that we made our way over to 原爆ドーム (Genbaku Dome), the iconic building left standing near the hypocenter of the A-bomb explosion. The Peace Park surrounds it. It was a sobering experience. Even thinking about it as I write this is difficult.
You read about it in the history books and you digest the facts, but until you've seen the bloody clothes of children and the photographs of people's skin melted off, you can never fully understand it.
To stand there in the actual place...
As you're in the park, you look around and see the development of commerce and the green lawns and the happy people carrying on with their lives, and it's hard to imagine that all of it didn't exist 65 years ago. It's hard to imagine that tens of thousands of men, women, and children died in this now serene setting.
The museum was detailed and vivid. It traced the entire history of the city, from 1700s to present, then branched off into the history of nuclear armament. They explained why 広島 was chosen, what the Japanese were doing at the time the bomb was being developed and debated over, the fallout after detonation, and more in great detail. I don't have many pictures from that day, but I don't need many. I don't think I'll ever forget the stories and images from there.
It dropped at 8:15 am. Children were on their way to school, parents to work. The blast encompassed 1.5 km, but had serious effects over about 3km. Debris from destroyed buildings has been found in neighboring cities, the blast was so strong. They have samples of hair, melted flesh and nails, and belongings from children that died. There's this one photo of a woman who's kimono pattern was burnt onto her back because the darker color absorbed more heat. They took a corner out of a building that has a shadow from a man that was sitting there when the bomb went off.
It's times like this I wish I didn't have such a vivid imagination.
As we were walking through the museum, I wondered what the city was like when my grandmother lived in 岩国. I got my dad to ask her for me. She was there in 1951, just 6 years after the drop. The things she must have seen...
I think I understand more now why she doesn't like to talk about it.
After the museum we had some time to kill before the bus. We went back to the 商店街 to look around for a good お好み焼き place since we figured the recommended one wouldn't be open later either.
We found a nice place on the outskirts of the arcade. They made the food right in front of us. It was fun to watch. 広島お好み焼き, unlike regular お好み焼き comes in layers. Regular is like a giant pancake with all the ingredients mixed into it, but 広島 style starts with a layer of egg, then the cabbage with seafood or cheese or mochi or something mixed in, then the layer of pancakey batter (though it's more like a crepe in this one), and that all sits on a bed of 焼きそば (yaki soba) or 焼きうどん (yaki udon). It was amazing. Lily and I toasted the last night of our trip with a beer to top it all off. It was quite enjoyable.
When we'd finished eating we made our way over to the station to pick up our bags. Let me tell you, ladies, if you ever go to the bathroom in a JR station, make sure you bring in some tissues or something because they don't supply toilet paper. Luckily they'd been handing out little advertisement packages of kleenex in the 商店街 or all of us would have been stranded without a roll.
So we picked up our bags and found where the bus was going to meet us. We were a little concerned though. Usually with night busses, they set up a table for check-in, but there wasn't one this time. We looked all around the terminal and asked an 駅員 (Station worker) but found nothing. So we waited.... and waited.... and waited some more. It was 1 minute before the check-in time was supposed to start and we were freaking because there was no one there! So we frantically called Henry back in Kyoto to confirm everything once again. He'd just gotten into my email account when the bus pulled up. They were a minute late and we laughed hysterically. We were so freaked that we would be stuck in 広島 with no place to stay.
I'm pretty sure it was the bus company's mess up because we got a nicer bus that what we booked. It was nice. Jen and I knocked out on Benedryl and I woke up once when we hit 大阪 (Osaka).
And now I'm back home in my little room.
I kind of want to travel some more, honestly. That week just wetted my appetite. I love seeing cities away from the touristy trap ones. 四国 (Shikoku) was fantastic. We got stared at everywhere we went, but it was the most fun! Being something out of place means more interesting conversations.
Traveling this last week or so has made me realize I've kind of been wasting my time here. School makes things difficult to plan, but I definitely want to do some more weekend trips this coming semester.
I'm currently looking into concerts in the area. I think I'm going to go see 東京事変 (Tokyo Jihen) in 大阪 (Osaka) in May. It's my birthday present to myself, I guess. I have my alarm set on my phone for when tickets go on sale. I'm insanely excited about it.
Know what else I'm insanely excited about?
Guess.
Go ahead.
It's super obvious.
...
Coming HOME! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
See you all in a week!
Love until later,
Caitlin D.