Hiroshima, Here We Come

We needed the sleep-in today and set intentions of getting our washing sorted, a quick skate and some op-shopping.

Luck was on our side because not 100m from our hotel was an English-speaking 'Wash and Fold' that could deliver to our hotel. I swear the clouds parted and angels started singing because I thought it would mean spending hours in a coin laundry. We encouraged them to do an industrial wash, using fire if necessary, to which they laughed. Not sure if things got lost in translation, but I'm sure the $60 we paid them is not nearly enough for the job they have ahead. 🤢

Unburdened of lugging around our washing, we went to brunch at a cafe that I picked off a tourist map (simply because it was near a river and I wanted the view). Well. What a find! Like most places in Hiroshima, they specialise in oysters and OMG 🤤🤤🤤 everything was next-level delicious. I can't cope. I'll never be the same. I'm forming a new religion in its honour. 🙌 (Even as I edit this post-holiday, it was still the best meal we had all trip)

Next was op-shopping. Stella found some great buys in the cleanest smelling, most organised second-hand shop called 2nd Street. She's been wearing said skirt purchase ever since; it's so fire!

(I know, I know, be cool mum, don't make a big deal. Not as if it's the first skirt shes worn in recent memory AND she bought two !🕺) Internally, I was screaming as loud as the fanboys at the random female pop troop 😅 Noah was embarrassed for his species. I must confess, it was a bit cringe, but each to their own.

Hiroshima's shops were so great and we would have loved to spend more time there but Noah was fanging to break in his board, so in the interests of time, we taxied to his skate park.

Under the duress of waiting for him, we explored a cool little bakery with Earl Grey tea slices and coffee pecan muffins. Agh, well, if we must, it would be rude not to. The bakers went to all this trouble to make these tiny, delicious cakes.

The purchasing process is the same as all the other bakeries. You grab a tiny basket and using a fresh pair of tongs, gently place the pastries into the basket from the self-serve displays, then the servers then wrap each one in plastic and put it in a paper bag 😬.

Totally wouldn't work in Australia. Our uncouth lot would be fondling the buns like..... ok, I'll keep it PG... with our grubby little mitts. Stella and I learnt the hard way, after getting shouted down by a zealous shop owner back in Matusomoto when we didn't use the tongs.

We quickly worked out that the Japanese are big on hygiene. You place the money into a tray, and they return it on the tray. The first day I didn't realise and handed cash directly to the staff member, and I swear it looked like I handed them a dead cat. Lesson learnt.

Anyway!

Treats were consumed and a very hot skater boy retrieved before we were off to the train station because we had sake mysteries to solve. The Hiroshima A-Dome will have to wait until tomorrow. Czytaj więcej