長いポスト
OK, so this will be mostly about the trip to Hiroshima.
But I won’t call it the hiroshima trip because we also went to Osaka.
And there was other stuff.
I won’t post that seperately because I’m lazy.
There were 2 reasons to go to Hiroshima.
- It’s just one of those places you need to see.
- 3 breasted women . . . ’nuff said
OK, so there were 3 reasons to go to Hiroshima. About a month ago I moved away (yet again) from the life I knew. Having had some practice in this over the years I made all the necesary arrangements, adopted the right mindset, and moved.
I did all the things I’ve done so many times over the years. Went to random bars, met people. Went to clubs, slept with people. Took busses, bikes and trains in random directions to see the area around my new place. Settled in to my new job. You know, all that good stuff.
It was just shy of 3 weeks ago that I noticed something different from the normal way things work with these things. Something was wrong.
I took action to verify this. Talked with friends, got advice. Meditated on it. The more I contemplated this the more convinced I was it was true.
One test remained.
So, I left for Hiroshima, got off the bus and waited. Sure enough 1.5 hours later she got off the bus.
My brain fogged over and all I could do was hold on to her.
Crap, I was still in love. I didn’t want some girl 1000 km away to be swoony over. Long distance shit like that never works. I broke up with her. I was over here. No love’esq emotion had ever survived me making up my mind it was over. I want to make my grand 50. I want some easy loving. Someone that lives close by at the very fucking least. I came to Japan to bag some hot Japanese chick, not obsess about a French one I might aswell have met back home. This was NOT FAIR.
OK, so in reality my brain was still mostly fogged over and thoughts like that didn’t arrange themselves ’till later. My mind was scarsely capable at that time to form such neat trains of thought. It was more focussed on not letting go. Comperative Geography was well out of my range. I couldn’t tell you how long I stood there. At one point the stupid joke about the german guy I had prepared came forward in my brain. And I showed Raph what I found at the station. Another Vulcanus student had made his way to Hiroshima on the same weekend. Small country, Japan.
Well . . . I wasn’t home free yet. I still needed her to take me back.
I won’t go into details. Let’s just keep it at the fact that Fonzy should not worry about his throne. It took another day to cover the bare minimum of things that needed to be covered and I am now in a Long Distance Relationship (LDR). Yeeh me.
So euhm . . . . Hiroshima then.
The talking things over took place in most of the places I’ll show you pictures of. I am sure few people have seen Hiroshima the way I have. The relief of the last month of oppressed emotions, the relief of getting her back, the pink stained glasses of the newly in love.
Aaaaaaanyway, the first stop was the World Peace Memorial Cathedral. Which, many people will agree with me, has to be the uglyest cathedral there is. From the outside at least. We looked around a bit and started talking with a lady there who promptly offered us a private tour . . . . OK. So we saw some of the pictures following the ones linked above. Really nice. The view, the stories, the lady trying to speak french.
Next up was the peace boulevard . . . .yeah . . . it’s a road with trees. Moving on
Next was the park. In the park several different things stood. The museum, which is apperantly well worth it, but we kept missing opening times. There are a fair few memorials there, including the one for a 12 year old girl who folded paper cranes to combat the effects of lukemia. This glorious memorial was set in flames in 2002 by a disgruntled student to protest about the meagre job oppertunities for university graduates . . . Not quite in the same ballpark with regards to meaning. Over the decades, a fair few people have added to the original 1000 cranes. The A-dome building was also there of course. And a long walk north of there the Castle was rebuilt. Also something with which we had opening-time trouble. The lighting of the a-bomb dome was supposed to be quite spectacular. And it sort of was. Just one empty lamp focusing on the state of it, but I’m afraid the picture doesn’t do it justice.
The next day we went to Maya-jima. Hmmm . . . did I mention there were 3 reasons to go to Hiroshima? There’s 4. Miya-Jima is one of the 日本三景 or top 3 sights in Japan. We weren’t entirely sure we had gone to the right place but luckily there were clues. Are you quite sure this is a tourist attraction?
To amplify the tourist status, we arrived on a day with a festival. It was busy. And the local wildlife was making good use of that. The funny thing is Japanese being Japanese even on holiday. But, we came mostly for 2 things.
#1
#2
The trip up the mountain was grand. The walk was invigorating, the snow not really present as it was a decent temperature. And the local wildlife took care of the amusement program. It was a hardy walk, but nothing major. And it made for far nicer views than what my camera was able to capture.
We took the cablecar for the way back . . .bugger doing that again.
Upon return we saw the Torii in a new light. Well, in a new light and new shoes.
The next day, we left for Osaka. Raph still had to make it back for the start of the workweek at 8:30 on tuesday, and from Hiroshima that wasn’t possible. So we took the oppertunity to bum around Osaka some.
We went to the top of some building based on the Arc de Triomphe . . . Loosely based on the Arc de Triomphe. . . . well, it was an arch. And from the top we could see far and wide.
After that we went to one of the lively districts of Osaka, where we were lucky enough to see a “band” in action. Though we had to pass a certain lady before that. Seriously, that’s the 4th one I’ve seen. Have we started mass producing this thing or what?
The band may not have been interresting, but the crowd certainly was.
Ah . . . after an eternity to spend a long weekend together again. It was far too short.
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I will never put myself in such a dead end, hopeless, frustrating and painfull situation as a Long Distance Relationship
- Wally, 2001
Oh come on people! Not a single person to say “Mazel Tov”? Or “Wally you’re such a dumbass sometimes”? Or even “that girl is way too nice, you’re a lucky boy”? Geez, your readers are boring.
haha I respond on msn
It is funny though how life can turn out like a soap opera. 3rd time’s a charm they say
i would have said
“You are old, Father William”, the young man said,
“And your hair has become very white ;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head -
Do you think, at your age, it is right ?”….
Happy Valentine’s !
This is really heart over mind. Love you. Don’t worry, be happy
“In my youth,” father William replied to his son,
“I feared it might injure the brain;
But, now that I’m perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again.”
“You are old,” said the youth, “as I mentioned before,
And you have grown most uncommonly fat;
Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door –
Pray what is the reason for that?”
“In my youth,” said the sage, as he shook his grey locks,
“I kept all my limbs very supple
By the use of this ointment — one shilling a box –
Allow me to sell you a couple?”
“You are old,” said the youth, “and your jaws are too weak
For anything tougher than suet;
Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak –
Pray, how did you manage to do it?”
“In my youth,” said his fater, “I took to the law,
And argued each case with my wife;
And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw,
Has lasted the rest of my life.”
“You are old,” said the youth, “one would hardly suppose
That your eye was as steady as ever;
Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose –
What made you so awfully clever?”
“I have answered three questions, and that is enough,”
Said his father. “Don’t give yourself airs!
Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
Be off, or I’ll kick you down stairs.
I can’t help but notice none of the commenters were about “that girl is way to nice”
hmmmmmm . . . maybe they’re on to something eh
Don’t know the girl yet. I know you, and you’re nice, so maybe you two are a match.
And you know now, never say never. It is asking for it.
And…she looks nice and if you think she is too nice for you, she must be nice. I’ve printed a picture of the both of you in oktober last year. Nice!!