Fun with Little Brudder
Dear LiveJournal.
It's been two months since my last confession. I've omitted information and had sinful thoughts... I'm gonna say 2,390 times.
Friday evening after work, I grabbed a bag of clothes and whatnot and jumped on a ferry to Hiroshima where I met up with good_the_third and his Kathleen. We spent the night in a ryokan (Japanese Inn) I'd booked on the internet and spent the morning in the Peace Park. I went to the remembrance museum for the first time in six years and it cut just as hard as the first time. I continue to believe that is an important place that everyone should visit once. Visiting more than once is endlessly difficult and painful.
We then came back to Matsuyama and explored the Matsuri known as the Saturday Night Market. I made the two of them dress up in the traditional jinbei and yukata for such occasions. Many friends joined for this and then an Izakaya afterwards followed by karaoke (though Amy was the only one who joined us for that)
While waiting for the ferry back to Matsuyama, the three of us had joined forces with a friendly guy named Hiroyuki Nakano. He stayed in a ryokan in town, and joined us for some of the night market (he'd happened to bring his own yukata too).
The next day, Hiroyuki took us to an Italian restaurant followed by Sogo Koen, one of the coolest free places to go ever. It's where my group of friends generally goes to play "zombie tag" because it has a jungle gym big enough for adults, which is actually 4 stories tall. Kathleen skinned her knee, falling off the zip-line and we all climbed the giant fake cacti. Hiroyuki called us children to which we giggled and proceeded to jump through tubes.
After visiting the castle-like towers on the top of the hill, which were a gift to the town from a city in Germany, the four of us returned to Hiroyuki's car and he soon dropped us off in the Dogo Onsen area and returned to catch the ferry back to Hiroshima.
We relaxed in the hot springs for a couple hours, bathing, drinking tea, and eating cookies, reading about the famous Matsuyama writer, Soseki. Man, did that guy hate London.
We then took a taxi to a nice conveyor-belt sushi restaurant, where they were able to expand their palates on a number of mysterious dishes.
The next day was Monday and I had to return to work, so I gave them instructions to get back to Dogo, use the ATM and visit a shrine and temple. When work was finished, we met in town wandered the shopping arcade so they could see what it was like when it wasn't a sea of people in traditional summer-dress. Then I took them to my favorite Yakitori place, Daikichi.
When we got home, we planned the rest of their trip and had one last slumber party before we got up early to get their stuff together and to the ferry port to continue their journey. I then went to work.
At the end of work on Tuesday, I passed out and was dead to the world until Wednesday morning.
It's been two months since my last confession. I've omitted information and had sinful thoughts... I'm gonna say 2,390 times.
Friday evening after work, I grabbed a bag of clothes and whatnot and jumped on a ferry to Hiroshima where I met up with good_the_third and his Kathleen. We spent the night in a ryokan (Japanese Inn) I'd booked on the internet and spent the morning in the Peace Park. I went to the remembrance museum for the first time in six years and it cut just as hard as the first time. I continue to believe that is an important place that everyone should visit once. Visiting more than once is endlessly difficult and painful.
We then came back to Matsuyama and explored the Matsuri known as the Saturday Night Market. I made the two of them dress up in the traditional jinbei and yukata for such occasions. Many friends joined for this and then an Izakaya afterwards followed by karaoke (though Amy was the only one who joined us for that)
While waiting for the ferry back to Matsuyama, the three of us had joined forces with a friendly guy named Hiroyuki Nakano. He stayed in a ryokan in town, and joined us for some of the night market (he'd happened to bring his own yukata too).
The next day, Hiroyuki took us to an Italian restaurant followed by Sogo Koen, one of the coolest free places to go ever. It's where my group of friends generally goes to play "zombie tag" because it has a jungle gym big enough for adults, which is actually 4 stories tall. Kathleen skinned her knee, falling off the zip-line and we all climbed the giant fake cacti. Hiroyuki called us children to which we giggled and proceeded to jump through tubes.
After visiting the castle-like towers on the top of the hill, which were a gift to the town from a city in Germany, the four of us returned to Hiroyuki's car and he soon dropped us off in the Dogo Onsen area and returned to catch the ferry back to Hiroshima.
We relaxed in the hot springs for a couple hours, bathing, drinking tea, and eating cookies, reading about the famous Matsuyama writer, Soseki. Man, did that guy hate London.
We then took a taxi to a nice conveyor-belt sushi restaurant, where they were able to expand their palates on a number of mysterious dishes.
The next day was Monday and I had to return to work, so I gave them instructions to get back to Dogo, use the ATM and visit a shrine and temple. When work was finished, we met in town wandered the shopping arcade so they could see what it was like when it wasn't a sea of people in traditional summer-dress. Then I took them to my favorite Yakitori place, Daikichi.
When we got home, we planned the rest of their trip and had one last slumber party before we got up early to get their stuff together and to the ferry port to continue their journey. I then went to work.
At the end of work on Tuesday, I passed out and was dead to the world until Wednesday morning.