Giant chrome balls? Or enormous shiny butt? You decide!
It was the day after Hisachan’s birthday, and we had just emerged from our hilarious little episode in the local shrine. Hisachan and I decided to spend the rest of the day more or less just trucking around and enjoying Hiroshima.
I tell ya, nothing beats biking down a car-free road with friends. And the roads in Japan, unlike the choppy, litter-filled crap we endure in the States, are in all places smooth, clean, and perfectly maintained. Riding a bicycle upon them is a glory.
In Japan, every meal was superbly charming, but none more so than breakfast. To be honest, I’m not entirely sure why… Fresh start? New day? New adventure? Kagome? In any case, Breakfast At Mikichan’s was no exception.
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.
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.