I arose, and showered in the kitchen. It was actually Hisachan’s birthday that day, but we wouldn’t have much time to celebrate until after we returned to Hiroshima.
Just like American cats, Japanese cats frequently eat butt for breakfast. During the day, we stopped by a shop called Country Cat. Strangely, we couldn’t find any butt licking inside. But I suppose we could have brought our own.
Get Your Samurai On
Another fine breakfast in Japan: yogurt, hot miso, and gigantic toast. They even gave me cereal to make me feel like I was back in Portland.
After our visit to Gokoku Shrine on the old Hiroshima Castle grounds, we set out through downtown. Along the way, we came across the largest bike parking lot I’ve ever seen.
All Things Extraordinary
There’s nothing like a cup of hot miso to get you going in the morning—so light and scrumptious! Also, I have no idea if this is standard in Japan, but the bread slices were mega thick and freakin’ huge.
Everybody Wants to Be a Cat
Miako-San is the jazz playing, anti-war, vegan chef, Zen Buddhist Monk badass who we were singularly fortunate to discover here in Kyoto.