We left Miyajima in the pouring rain after visiting a Buddhist temple, armed with our umbrellas.
We have then taken the ferry and train to find Jehan, a Japanese courses colleague before our accommodations.
The room is really small this time. In the Edo Sakura Tokyo, it was already not great, here is still smaller: when the beds are made we can no longer turn.
Jehan made the pilgrimage to the island of Shikoku, walk and bike. He also has to do with some English, Japanese and many bits of good will on both sides. Vegetables should be all on Shikoku, as we said he is eating tons. The island is more rural, which may explain thediet changes.
We make the pilgrimage to Hiroshima, with the inevitable dome.
This is one of the few buildings that remained there something after the explosion of the bomb. Around, deploying gardens with buildings, statues, memorials, the bell of peace, we went to ring.
We visited the Hiroshima Castle, reconstructed building since also blown away by the bomb.
It houses the museum dedicated to the history of Hiroshima, from the first human settlements.
He obviously has a story about samurai with katana testing.
Of the five floors understand that only the first two museums are partially translated into English. Too bad…
We then went for a walk, lamenting the lack of cafes that is clearly not part of Japanese culture: drink dispensers everywhere, no coffee.
To end the day, we went to eat Korean…! So many vegetables.
We are now on the road for the last leg of our journey: Kyoto (2), with hopefully this time cherry blossom.