Western Japan Pt 1: Hiroshima and Miyajima.

This weekend I went on one of the best trips of my entire life.

No I did not eat a pound of hallucinogenic Mushrooms. I went on a trip to west Japan! It was terrific. Up until now all I had was a grasp on Tokyo. This trip has given me a little cross-section of western Japan. I saw loads of things, took hundreds of pictures and dozens of videos. I completely filled my 4 gig memory card. It was the trip of a lifetime. Nothing but non-stop moving, walking, and hopping from city to city. It was an extremely fast-paced trip, seeing as I barely had time to so much as breath before we where somewhere new. But I suppose I'll start at the beginning.

After an ill-advised Alcoholic beverage, I found my way to the bus stop in Tokyo. Ahead of us was an all-night bus. 12 hours to Hiroshima. It was miserable, but thankfully, the seats where pretty sweet. They had their own light shades!

I actually slept fairly well through the whole trip, as most of it is a blur of rest stop hydration and snacks, and sleep. We stumbled out of the bus Thursday morning and took it in. Hiroshima. The surroundings looked pretty much like your normal city. It didn't look all that much different than Tokyo, aside from the charming street cars.

They reminded me of the lightrail back in Baltimore. We took one to a stop near the middle of Hiroshima. We got off, walked around a corner, and there it was, staring us dead in the face.

As if it had ambushed us from behind the street car stop, it came into sobering view. The closest still standing building to the hyper-center of the terrible explosion, the atomic bomb dome, sat somberly on the edge of the memorial Peace Park. We approached it and regrouped. We set off to walk through one of the most powerful museums I've ever visited. This museum was every bit as emotional as the Holocaust museum.

These people, families of men, women, and children, where enjoying their day, when a 15 kiloton explosion changed and ended hundreds of thousands of lives forever. You can talk the “why” until the cows come home. You can say “It was the right thing to do,” or “it was necessary to end the war,” or even “it saved Japanese lives,” I've heard it all.

When your standing in the middle of that park, and viewing the charred remains of lunchboxes and clumps of hair, and the photographs of families burned, uprooted and destroyed by a brutal act of war, none of the Justification bullshit really means anything at all. There is never a “good,” act of war, and there's no such thing as “righteous genocide.” It is true and pure suffering, and of the innocent civilians no less. It wasn't a question of who was in the right and who was in the wrong, it was a simple answer of everyone. Everyone was in the wrong, and this is the proof. It was an incredibly sobering morning.

They had displays of what the hyper-center looked like before the bomb, and after, as well as a panoramic photo of the leveled city. After the Museum we where given a tour of the peace park by various people that where either survivors or lived through the event.





It was incredibly moving, and beautiful. The Abolition of Nuclear Weapons is definitely something I could get behind.

After that it was time for a lunch of Okonomayaki, a staple dish of Hiroshima. Part fried noodle, part seafood, part omelet and all delicious.

We stuffed our faces, and then, after a brief break, made our way back to the rail station where we walked to a ferry in the river. It was a relaxing 40 minute ferry ride to Miyajima, I took a power nap. Being on a boat again felt good. It felt like home. As we finally breached the city limits, and exited the river and entered the bay, an Island much like the scenery from Jurassic Park. It's mountains extended high about and where coated in a thick layer of trees.

From our ferry we could see the Tori in the water. Thankfully, unlike Jurassic Park, the island wasn't full of scaly predators with razor-sharp teeth. No, the inhabitants of Miyajima were a little more... fuzzy.

There where deer ALL OVER THE PLACE. I was so excited. They were very friendly, and would walk right up to you.

I was on a gorgeous Island Paradise, surrounded by wildlife and culture, how could my day possibly get any better?

The Temple of course.

The Shrine at Miyajima was mesmerizing. It was a series of platforms that allowed one to view the distant torii gate from a platform. I got a bunch of great photos.

We stayed at a Ryo-kon and it was excellent.

They brought us all dinner in our rooms, and there was SO MUCH FOOD. They brought out a single tray, which I assumed the four people where sharing. But we ALL got our own tray.

It was delicious. As was breakfast the next morning. After that it was a shuffle to the ferry and then a Shinkansen Ride to Historic Kyoto...

Continued in Part 2.

also there's this.

GENTLEMEN! I GIVE YOU DEER!!!