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The flight was short, and we were soon landing in good ol’ weird assed Portland. Even if I hadn’t known the destination of our flight in advance, I could have guessed that it would be Portland by the sheer multitude of fruity looking damn-near genderless hipster kids clambering aboard.
We awoke to Nyaji-chan desecrating the Yamada ancestral shrine with comical antics. That’s gotta be auspicious, right?!
After our day at the castle, The Princess and I set out for downtown Hiroshima. On the way, we passed by the local shrine dedicated to Inari, its miniature torii gates aglow with the light of a dozen lanterns.
We arose to the frigid dawn, breakfasted, and dragged our corpses to the car. Destination: Ground Zero.
Back to the magical streets of Kyoto, we pass along the beautiful Kamogawa River, and are greeted along the way by statues dedicated to authors, actors, and artists of antiquity.