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Myanmar 6 – Still Inle Lake

Our third day on Inle Lake was not as fruitful in photos, not that it was less interesting, but there were fewer novelties.

We set off again on our motorized canoes from the hotel and headed towards the local ‘floating’ market. The lonely planet guide is down on this, as they are on all floating markets in all Asian countries I have discovered.  They always say that the tourist boats and souvenir sellers outnumber the authentic merchants and customers.

As we approach, we can tell we are on the right track and not the first to arrive as this lady is already making her way how with today’s purchases.

The place is actually teaming with boats, and we are the first tourists there, it seems.  We are assaulted by souvenir boats, they are three deep on both sides of us…

Once again, the people themselves are the biggest attraction for me.  Sellers and purchasers alike are of all ages and all races

As it rains, the Pago ladies are protecting their traditional headgear with modern implements – Modern Utility over Old Fashion…

We are lucky to see the place without other tourist for a while…. and it is quite busy.  I am not sure anymore why Lonely Planet was so down on this – maybe they slept late and came after every one else, when the locals had already escaped the invasion of foreigners…

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Myanmar 5 – Inle Lake

From Bagan, we flew back to Mandalay and than on to Heho.  Our ultimate goal were the shores of lake Inle but on the way we stopped at a small paper umbrella shop.  It was a very small place where they make essentially everything themselves, including the paper that will eventually cover the wooden frame.  It starts out as a paste that gets beaten into submission – notice the double handed action for higher efficiency…

Later the pulp is dissolved in water and spread over a frame to make a thin layer – in this case, the paper is decorated with real flower petals

After drying, and a lot of assembly, this will become one umbrella …

We drove on to Inle and the Hupin Hotel which was going to be our headquarters for three days.  Each room was a bungalow that sat on stilts right on the lake.

We had four of these in a row, and Joan, just like me, quickly learned the benefits of going onto the balcony just to look at the view and what was going on around us.  There was always something.

Another tourist group left to explore the lake – we knew it would be our turn tomorrow.

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Myanmar 4 – More Bagan

The second day in Bagan and we visit a few more stupas.  The weather has been improving every day and now it is a very sunny morning.

As I mentioned earlier, please do not ask me to name these pagodas as I lost track of where we were when…

Joan is fast on her feet, and does not like to be in the picture, but I still managed to get a shot of her before she could escape…

On the way to Mount Popa, we stopped at a small wooden shack (that’s exactly what it was …) on the side of the road where they made palm sugar and palm alcohol.  After collecting the fruit, they needed to crush it to extract the juice.  That’s the job for an ox, with a human to add some weight.

The juice is fermented and then distilled in very crude, but simple and effective stills, on a charcoal fire (in a wooden shack! not sure what OSHA would have to say about this).  The water in the upper bowl is used for cooling …

As always, we were attracting attention.  However, we were not used to how shy these children seem to be – they stayed on their side of the road, looking at us looking at them.

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Myanmar 3 – Mandalay and then Bagan

We did sooooooo much in Mandalay and saw sooooo many memorable things that I forgot one visit in the previous post.

Near Amanapura, another old Burmese Capital, there is a shallow lake crossed by a rickety teak bridge – U Bein (the bridge was named after the mayor of Amanapura) Bridge was built over 200 years old and is still the longest Teak span in the world – and it is spectacular.

The views around the lake from the bridge were not bad either.  This fishermen in his narrow boat seemed to attract water fowl.

I was fascinated by this dead tree and the fisherman standing nearby

Row boats were used to shuttle us back.  As we crossed the bridge, they were slowly getting into position to get our business.

From the water, the bridge looks even more spectacular and light – one wanders how it stayed up there so long

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Myanmar 2 – Mandalay

After Yangon, we flew to Mandalay, the last capital of the Burmese Kingdom before the British invasion.

The royal palace complex is a huge square (2 km by 2 km) surrounded by a very wide moat.

 

As soon as you cross the moat and enter through one of the many gates (however only one that can be used by foreigners), the hustle and bustle of the city disappears, but not the people.  The military occupies most of the space with living quarters and training areas.

The palace complex is surrounded by its own fortifications with interesting ancient watch towers.

 

The palace itself was completely destroyed at the end of WWII and rebuilt out of concrete instead of wood.  However it still possible to imagine what life was like in the time before the British took over.

 

Mandalay itself is a much smaller town than Yangon and felt even more like a return back in time.

I found this old post card

 

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Myanmar 1 – Yangon

If you are interested, there is practical information about this trip at the end of the post.

I feel like I just spent 17 days on another planet (not my words but they fit!)

My trip to Myanmar began and ended in Yangon.  My first and last impressions of this wonderful city were very different, proof that one’s perception can change in as few as 17 days.  As I was driven from the airport to the hotel in a 20 year-old taxi, I wondered at how “traditional” everything looked.  I was amazed by the number of people who still wore traditional clothes; many men and women wore longys (wrap-around full length skirts) and button down shirts.  The vehicles on the roads all seem to have had a previous existence in another country and another century; small shops are the general rule and I saw one small supermarket and no shopping center.

Further exploration, confirming what I had read, showed that there are no ATMs, that my GSM phone who worked everywhere else in the world does not work here, that none of me three e-mail accounts seem to be accepted and I have no idea how to exchange money.

As we were driving back into Yangon at the end of the trip, I was surprised to see so many men and women in ‘western’ clothing; I saw the largest supermarket I had seen in the whole country, and a shopping center I had not even noticed the first time through.  I was surprised to see so many relatively new cars and buses.

The first two days were rainy and therefore we started pur visit of Yangon in a downpour at the Shwedagon Pagoda.  There is a “special entrance” for foreign visitors with an elevator to get us to the right floor.  Even with the rain, the place is a hive of activity.  Our leader is quick to point out that we need to be extra careful not to slide on the slippery floor (wet from the rain and we are not wearing any shoes).

I took this picture just before falling flat on my side.  I was able to protect my camera, but not my hip which a few days later became blacker than ink.

The best view of the Stupa itself I took at the end of the trip, when the light was better as it was a very sunny day.

However, there are many activities that go on in the complex.  There are Buddha statues for each of the eight days of the week (Yes, Wednesday is actually split into two days…)  If you were born on a Tuesday, or if your planet is currently in the Tuesday portion of the sky, you pray to the Tuesday Buddha Continue reading “Myanmar 1 – Yangon”

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The 5-Yearly Genealogical Migration

Just like the great migrations of Wildebeest and Zebra in the Serengeti and the Monarch Butterfly in North America, my kind migrates as well.  However, we are miserly of our efforts and therefore only do so every 5 years.

At least since 1954, the known descendants of our common ancestor Hans O have been meeting somewhere in Europe but I seem to recall evidence (an old photo) of a reunion already in 1931.  The last reunion was in Boppart (Germany, along the Rhine River) in 2003 and therefore we met again this year in Chantilly (France, near Paris).

There are now 12 generations of descendants – I am the 11th generation and my ‘code’ in the family tree is 13511131112 – it means that I am the second child of my father, who is himself the first child of the first child of the first child of his great grand father Hermann O and so on.

One of my cousins Cathrine O (number 135111311231) actually married her great grand uncle (many times removed) Christian O (number 13537323) who is a member of the 8th generation, but only a few years older than she is.  They met at a family reunion 25 years ago.

The format of the reunion is generally the same.  Everybody gathers on the Friday evening for “Registration” in the hotel selected for the occasion.  Just like all good conventions, we have name tags just to remind ourselves who we are (and not all names end with O any more as there are many descendants of female lines who have adopted, some may wonder why, another name!)

Dinner was a first opportunity to reacquaint with people we do not see on a regular basis – this is even more the case for me as I live far away from everybody else.  Most people came from Europe (France, Germany and Belgium) but a few also came from the US.

Saturday morning and the fun begins.  While one group decides to visit the stables of the Chateau de Chantilly, known for horse dressage, the rest visit the Abbaye de Royaumont, founded by the King of France known as Saint Louis

The garden is very nice as we approach the buildings

Everybody listens intently to our guide in the musical chapel

and than in the garden where she explains all the medicinal plants which were grown by the monks.  We are blessed with beautiful sunshine.

The old cloisters are still almost intact

But only this corner tower remains of the church, which must have been really grandiose – it was destroyed after the French Revolution, in a period when many monasteries were destroyed, and monks fled to Belgium and other neighboring countries.

The monastery had a very ‘sofisticated’ system for latrines – up to 60 monks could use it at the same time, in silence! It seems to fascinate our group…

Here are some of the organisers of the week-end.  This is not a minor activity.  Planning usually starts a year in advance and final attendance is confirmed several months early.  Just for the visit of the Abbaye, we had three guides, one of which needed to speak German.  All these arrangements needs to be in place in order to keep things flowing smoothly.

Lunch was at the restaurant of the stable in Chantilly after which we visited the castle of the same name.

O’s were seen meandering from one location to the next

Once again, several groups were guided through the ‘chateau’.

One room above all others attracted my attention: The Chinese room, with oriental motifs that were not necessarily Chinese, but everything East of Arabia used to be associated with China!

That evening, big dinner with speeches and lot’s of merry making.

On Sunday, we visited Senlis, a small town that can trace its history back to Roman times with a roman wall and a stunning church.  There is something up there ….

Ah, yes – the church …

old Norman architecture

and a nice place for lunch.

That marked the end of the week-end and time for O’s to return to their own pastures, until 2013 when once again they will gather in Brussels.From here, I headed for the Normandy Beaches made famous by the D-Day landings, but that will have to wait for another post in the future …

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Life After Cars

I had a glimpse of the future on Sunday, and it was not as bad as some people predict.

There is a documentary on the “Discovery” channel called “Life After People” which shows how Earth is going to decompose after the disappearance of all people.  This was an introduction to how we may progressively get there as carbon based energy sources are running out.

On Sunday, cars were not allowed in Brussels – and people went ‘nuts’.  There was a party atmosphere everywhere, helped by the excellent weather.  I took advantage of this opportunity to walk around a lot and take some pictures of Brussels under unusual conditions.

In front of the Kings Palace (his working palace in town since he lives in a larger one just outside Brussels) the street was covered with sod and transformed into a pic-nic ground.

And the park between the palace and Parliament was most crowding than I had ever seen it.  It seems strange that just because cars are not allowed, people seem to do things they can do at anytime, and all decide to do the same…

But what struck me the most was the quiet.  Streets were silent, except for the singing birds, the church bells ringing occasionally and, unfortunately, the siren of an ambulance passing quickly.  Church bells sounded louder than I remembered, since they were unfiltered by the usual loud background noise.  That is almost a glimpse of the past – life before cars – when the church bells were probably one of the loudest sounds that most people would hear. 

I also brought me back to 1973.  During the first oil crisis that year, Belgium banned all car traffic on Sundays in order to save petrol.  We were living near the Atomium at the time (the only remaining building from the Brussels World Fair of 1958) and I would go out early on Sunday morning with our dog Chika (an Irish Setter) and my bicycle.  She could run free with me, and really stretch her legs.  At times, I remember her looking back at me, while I was pedaling as fast as possible to keep up, and than she would run away, just showing off how much faster she was!  We could cycle on local streets and even the start of the Brussels to Antwerp highway since there was absolutely no traffic.  On the way back, I would stop at the bakery for bread rolls (a specialty in Belgium for Sunday breakfast) and than go home just as the rest of my family was waking up.

Back in 1973, I was pretty much alone on the streets.  Today, there were thousands.  People were cycling and walking down the Rue Royale, normally full of traffic even on Sunday.

On the Boulevard Botanic, I ran into a group wearing T-Shirts with the inscription “Le Beau Velo de Ravel”.  I am afraid that you need to know French in order to appreciate the play on word.  The sentence sounds like “Ravel’s Bolero” but means “Ravel’s Beautiful Bicycle”.  I also saw a contraption – a tandem bike – like I had never seen before.  The lady, with the red crash helmet is sitting on the front wheel in a recumbent position while then man is sitting in a normal position; both have a set of pedals…

As I was walking around, I remembered that I did not have many pictures of Brussels.  as I was building my websites, I looked for pictures of ‘home’ and could find plenty of Singapore, some of the Chicago and Houston, but none of Brussels.  I walked around the city to compensate for this shameful situation.

I new there was a statue of Mercator in the Petit Sablon.  Now I will be able to replace the print I have a him with this better view in my blog theme.  He is one of my heroes – he devised a way to represent the spherical world on a flat sheet of paper that made map making possible.  Without maps, no travel and without travel, what would I do?

The church of the Grand Sablon is one of the most beautiful in Brussels.  The stained glass windows are the best, but very difficult to photograph.

In the Place Royale, a new museum dedicated to Magritte is taking shape.  During construction, the building is covered by a “trompe-l’oeil” in the style of the artist.

Just North of the Sablon, there is a small park that most people are not aware of.  My sister just discovered it a few weeks ago.  The Parc d’Egmont is stuck in between modern building and renaissance palaces with a terrace caffe just to allow you to enjoy its peace a little longer.

The Grand Place, of course, remains the most visited area in Brussels and well worth it.  City hall is finally free of scaffolding.

The houses around the square were all build during the period of 1690 to 1710, mostly by worker’s guilds showing their skills and wealth.

The movement is not limited to Brussels.  In London on Sunday, they had closed part of the city streets to allow cyclists to visit all the major sites without having to worry about cars.  Other cities in Europe have occasional days without cars.  I do hope that this takes a hold and happens more and more often.  There is not universal support though – I saw one store with a sign “Closed because of Car Free Sunday”.  The owner must have thought nobody would be there to shop.  He did not see the 20 people looking into his store front just while I was there.  Maybe next time he will be wiser and continue ‘business as usual’.

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Japan – Himeiji, Kyoto and Mt. Fuji

Sorry for the delay in this last installment.  It was a combination of: diving trip to Manado, too much to do and computer problems.  Problems solved; need a little rest and no diving, hence, I am back…

From Hiroshima, we went to Kyoto, with a stop in Himeji.  This is where one of the best preserved, original feudal Japanese Castle is located.  The approach already tells you that this is something special

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We were guided inside the castle by a very nice volunteer guide on the left …

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I tried to visualise in my mind what this picture would have looked like a few weeks before, when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom …

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From Himeji it was back on the Shinkansen and off to Kyoto.  This was not my first visit to this city.  I had been there in 1985 and 2006, and really enjoyed both visits.  I was hoping to see a side of Kyoto I had not before, and I certainly did.

On the first evening, we went “Geisha” hunting.  Very quickly, we had initial success, but at a distance

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We had mixed success later until we ran into this beauty just coming around the corner

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On the second day, we went to visit a few of the ‘highlights’ of Kyoto.  First, the most famous ‘rock garden’ in Japan – we were there early and therefore the crowd was sparse.  Some of us took this opportunity to practice the meditation techniques learned in Koya San

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Then, the golden Pagoda

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We had an opportunity to participate in a ‘true’ tea ceremony

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and had, of course, another memorable meal

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I left Kyoto early so that I could spend a whole day near Mt Fuji.  It was quite an ordeal just to get there, and made me appreciate all the efforts of Hiro for the rest of the trip…

I took the Shinkansen from Kyoto to Mishima, a small station where only one in 5 or 6 trains stop.  There I had ten minutes to find a bus for Kawaguchi-Ko station.  First, I came out the wrong side of the station – the attendants at a shop were kind enough to redirect me after looking at the ticket I had (thanks Hiro for getting that for me).  On the North side of the station, no indications of any bus going to Kawaguchi-Ko.  I ask at the ticket office and am told that the bus leaves from stop number 2.  At stop number 2, there is a bus for Gotemba Station.  Just in case, I go in and ask the driver, who seems to say No!.  So I exit the bus, ready to wait for the next bus, but he calls after me, and explains that I need to change bus at Gotemba Station.  So I get in and an hour later, we get to Gotemba station.  The driver indicates stop 6 for Kawaguchi-Ko.  A bus is waiting, and the driver nods Yes when I ask about Kawaguchi-Ko – good sign.  The schedule says we are supposed to get there at 17:51.  At 17:46, we pull into what clearly looks like a train station, so I get ready to get off the bus … but the driver stops me, indicating this is not it yet.  5 minutes later, we pull into Kawaguchi-Ko station.

I had reserved at a local Ryokan and they indicated that they would pick me up at the station.  All I had to do was call when I arrived.  However, the web site also said that the staff had only limited knowledge of English.  The last test of the day was coming up.  I call the Ryokan and after greetings in poor Japanese, I ask if anybody spoke English and there was a long silence … some one else came on the line and I asked if they could pick me up at the station.  There was no immediate reaction, than I gave my name stating that I had reservation.  In very poor English, I guessed I heard “arrived” and “station” – when I said Yes, I was told 10 minutes and the line went dead.

All I had to do now was wait and hope.  10 minutes later a minibus from the Ryokan pulled up and I was on my way to the hotel.  Great place, very comfortable and great location.  All was GOOD.

Next day was my one chance to see Mt Fuji.  I went back to the station to go to the tourism office.  There I was told there were no buses up the mountain as the roads were still covered in snow.  However, they gave me a map that showed the way up the mountain, and I decided to walk towards the approach.  The sky was partly cloudy, so I had some hope.  About 5 km out of twon, I was walking along the road looking directly at the mountain.

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Unfortunately, the clouds were still there …

In the afternoon, I decided to go around the Kawaguchi-Ko lake.  There too, there are wonderful views of Mt. Fuji reflecting into the lake waters.

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The clouds are still there

For sunset, I took a cable car to the top of hill that overlooks Mt Fuji.  Here I am in front of the mountain.

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Unfortunately, there is still a cloud between me and the mountain.

I guess I was destined no to see it! The next day, the clouds were still there and I decided not to wait and see if they would lift. I took a train to Otsuki, than one to Tokyo and finally to Narita where I arrived in the early evening.  I stayed at the Hilton Narita – my first real bed in 14 days; I had dinner at the hotel restaurant where I had steak and chocolate cake – my first western meal in 14 days.

Every time I go to Japan, I discover new aspects of the culture and society that leave me wanting more.  We explored aspects of food and culture I had never seen before and I am left with more hunger than when I started.  I know I will be back exploring the North of Honshu and Hokaido next time.

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Japan – Osaka and Hiroshima

From Koya San, we did the return journey by bus, funicular, train, train, train back to Osaka.  Luckily this time as we missed rush hour and had fewer trains.

Our first stop in Osaka was lunch – what else on a Food Lover’s tour.  We had Tako-Yaki, also known as ‘pizza balls’ – here they are typically filled with octopus, but you can also have shrimp, or beef.  The catch is that you have to make the balls yourself, and it takes a little practice to get them right.  I was concentrating so much on making my lunch, that I do not have any pictures of our results.  Fortunately, the looks do not affect the taste, and they were great.  Later on, we were able to see the ‘experts’ in action.  From right to left, you can see the evolution from a flat shapeless blob to round balls that are sold on the street.

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In the evening, we had a ‘fugu’ meal, another local specialty.  Fugu, also known as blowfish – here is what it looks like alive in the local market …

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is extremely toxic, especially the skin and the internal organs.  A restaurant and a Fugu chef have to have a special license to be able to serve fugu and must dispose of the discarded bits in a special way.  We had Fugu Sashimi, broiled fugu, steamed fugu, pickled fugu and fugu miso soup.

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I made several attempts to visit the Osaka Art Museum, but the first day I arrived too late to still get in, and the second, it was exceptionally closed for the day – I decided instead to go for a view of the city from the top of the highest building.  It gave me a unique view of the Osaka Castle, a reconstruction in concrete which I decided not to visit since we are going to go see the ‘real’ thing in Himeji later.

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and I also discovered that some Japanese women like to dress in Kimono, just to go around town …

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After Osaka, we go to Hiroshima.  I cannot say that the city is still traumatised by the events of 6 August 1945, but a lot in the city revolves around Peace Park and the Atom Bomb Museum.  The most recognisable landmark is what is left of the regional government building only 200 m from where the bomb exploded (it never touched ground as it exploded about 100 m above ground).

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As I had already seen the Peace Memorial Park and Museum, I decided to go visit the Japanese garden of Shukkei-en.  It had been right at the edge of the zone devastated by the bomb and was used as a place where wounded victims gathered awaiting medical help.  Unfortunately a lot of them died before anything could be done for them.

The garden is very peaceful and I was lucky enough to once again run into Japanese women wearing their kimono – making the experience even more authentic.

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Several years ago, I bought a book first published in 1946 by John Hersey called Hiroshima.  It is the tale of the day before to the day after the bomb fell.  I have never been able to confirm if this is pure fiction or real testimonies of what happened, but it is very realistically told.  And I am now sure that most of what he says is indeed based on facts and eyewitness accounts.  Hiro had arranged for us to meet a survivor of the bomb; for one hour, he slowly, and at times with obvious discomfort explained to us what happened to him that day when he was just 16 years old.  He reminded me of the book I had read years ago and now that I have seen what the city looks like, I should read it again to get a better feel for what it says.  Survivors of the bomb are getting fewer and fewer – the youngest is 63 having been in his mother’s womb on that day.  These are experiences that need to be captured now, before they are lost forever …

Hiro had also asked us if we wanted to go to a baseball game.  We all said yes.  Hiro claimed not to be an avid fan, but came prepared for us when we met just before the game

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There are lot’s of similarities between the game in Japan and in the US.  No, this is not the Philly Phanatic moonshining off-shore but is the local cheerleader

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And while there are differences, they have not replaced the pitcher by five ladies with Lacrosse sticks.  This is the ceremonial first pitch – I did not even know they played Lacrosse in Japan.

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We were amongst the local fans and since the Hiroshima Carps won the game, there was a lot of atmosphere throughout.

The ‘must-do’ day trip from Hiroshima is to go to Miyajima.  The reason to go there is to take one of the most famous photos of Japan – the floating torii gate of the Itsukushima Jinja Shrine

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Hiro added a new twist by asking us to jump just as he took the picture

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There is also Mount Misen, where, if you are lucky, you can see some of the local wildlife

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But you can also see the famous torii gate from a totally new angle (you need to go to the very top, where there is a watch tower – lean over the top handrail a little – don’t tell my mother – and this is what you get)

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The Japanese are not particularly known for their sense of humour – but here is some, in two languages …

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In the afternoon, it was low tide and the area around the torii gate was full of people digging into the sand.  I never discovered what they were looking for.

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The trip would not be complete without some food – right?

The local specialty: Hiroshima style Okonomi Yaki – there is a building in town called Okonomi mura where there are 3 floors of nothing but Okonomi Yaki restaurants.  The food is prepared right in front of you – this time, we did not have to do it ourselves.

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It is off to Himeji and Kyoto next – stay tuned…

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