Hiroshima visit

Here is a picture of the Peace Museum which is found in the Peace Park (remarkable I know). Contained within are thousands of depressing photos and bits of skin and the like all designed to horrify and increase anti-nuclear weapon sentiment. I have been inside about 4 times already so I didn't visit it. Frankly just looking at the outside of it fills me with a feeling somewhat similar to that which Frodo must have felt gazing upon the black gates of Mordor - I mean it's a very ugly building. But it was built in the 50s I believe so there you go.

Also, here is a picutre of my legs and shoe for no reason other than it is the only picture I have of myself in Hiroshima. Saturday night turned out to be a very quiet one indeed with no one drinking. But Friday night I did have rather a splendid time with R at his place in the sticks eating cheese, chocolate and drinking more than an appropriate amount of red wine. For some reason there was also a small amount of Cointreau consumed and let me just say now - I do not recommend anyone to follow my example because it sure makes for a messy recovery. Saturday I was sleepy as and needed all the concentration I could muster to keep my mind on whatever I happened to be trying to do. In the afternoon I wandered around Hiroshima for at least 2 hours trying to find just one item of clothing for myself. Nada. I did find a couple of nice tops, but they were all WAY too small for me. I asked the salesgirl, do you have anything that isn't a size M (which by the way, I could never have any trouble getting into in Australia, but here it is like a 3XS) and she says No sorry. I asked her if all Japanese people are the same size and she laughed. It wasn't meant to be a joke. She then said that the tops were stretchy so if I wanted to try it on, it would probably be ok. I said thanks, but I had no intention of looking like someone who has recently put on 10 kilos and is in denial because they can still squeeze into their one stretchy top. She laughed. Again, it wasn't a joke. So I bought nothing. I am convinced that I will have to just wait until I get home to do any shopping. It is a big ask to go 12 months without any new clothes - especially since most of the winter stuff I brought is already about 2 years old and it all has those funny little balls of fluff stuck on it. No problem for school, but if I ever want to go out somewhere nice it's pretty much impossible to avoid looking a tad daggy. I also didn't find any socks. But I did get in heaps of exercise I guess since I was walking for about 4 hours straight all up!!