Japan Trip, Day 6
We check out of the hotel and grab breakfast in an underground bakery, called the Cookhouse, on the way to the train station. It receives a very favorable review, as do a couple of the female workers. I see a trend developing in this region of the world.
We board a train bound for Himeji, the site of Japan’s most famous castle. Rather than wandering blindly through the city when we arrive, we see the castle as soon as we leave the train station. The castle is truly awe inspiring, and is a highly recommended stop on your next visit to Japan. We toured the castle for about 3 hours, walking through the west bailey wherein was located the women’s quarters. Sadly lacking were colorful draperies, sorority letters, posters of obviously gay or at least metrosexual men, and women for that matter. However, we climbed many stairs, and I must reiterate that this is now our favorite hobby in the world ever.
Half way through our delightful tour of this castle we happen upon a strikingly English-speaking group of pre-adolescent homo sapiens, particularly of the yappy, annoying, male and dominantly female kind. They proceed to annoy the piss out of Brandon (words changed to protect those with virgin eyes). These children proceed to terrorize the castle as we climb from the main level all the way to the top. It affords a wonderful view of the surrounding city, and provides ample food for thought about the top ten places you’d like to push a small child off of.
We then end our tour of Himeji Castle and book a not-quite-stupid-fast train back to Hiroshima station, and from there to Kure to return to Brandon’s apartment. Dinner is a spaghetti-styled macaroni and cheese and ground beef dinner prepared by Chef Brandon. Tomorrow should proved to be interesting as it is at least my ninth 21st birthday celebration, on which I turn 25 years old.
We board a train bound for Himeji, the site of Japan’s most famous castle. Rather than wandering blindly through the city when we arrive, we see the castle as soon as we leave the train station. The castle is truly awe inspiring, and is a highly recommended stop on your next visit to Japan. We toured the castle for about 3 hours, walking through the west bailey wherein was located the women’s quarters. Sadly lacking were colorful draperies, sorority letters, posters of obviously gay or at least metrosexual men, and women for that matter. However, we climbed many stairs, and I must reiterate that this is now our favorite hobby in the world ever.
Half way through our delightful tour of this castle we happen upon a strikingly English-speaking group of pre-adolescent homo sapiens, particularly of the yappy, annoying, male and dominantly female kind. They proceed to annoy the piss out of Brandon (words changed to protect those with virgin eyes). These children proceed to terrorize the castle as we climb from the main level all the way to the top. It affords a wonderful view of the surrounding city, and provides ample food for thought about the top ten places you’d like to push a small child off of.
We then end our tour of Himeji Castle and book a not-quite-stupid-fast train back to Hiroshima station, and from there to Kure to return to Brandon’s apartment. Dinner is a spaghetti-styled macaroni and cheese and ground beef dinner prepared by Chef Brandon. Tomorrow should proved to be interesting as it is at least my ninth 21st birthday celebration, on which I turn 25 years old.