With a couple hours to kill, we meandered to the info booth, and asked for suggestions. “You could go to the waterfront. There’s free shuttles just out those doors.” Between that and sitting around in the damned airport, the next minute saw us awaiting a shuttle, and we were soon under way.
Tag: Rituals
Addressing the Gods
Though barely able to contain two slices of English muffin, in Japan this toaster oven apparently qualifies as “jumbo.”
Yamboree
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.
Hey, Hey, We’re the Monkeys!
*** Mt. Misen, Part I ***
Awoken by our iPhone alarms at 2:30am, we clambered as from an unhallowed grave to dress ourselves, and elope into the night.
Awoken by our iPhone alarms at 2:30am, we clambered as from an unhallowed grave to dress ourselves, and elope into the night.
Oyasumi, 2013
We returned home to a spread of delicious sushi. Awaiting us was Hisako’s mother and father, of course, as well as her sister, Atsumi-San, and her sister’s husband, Kesuke-San.
Hail to the King, Baby!
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.