Hiroshima Night Bimble
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Mon 6 Nov 2017 23:57
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Hiroshima Night
Bimble
  We get ready to go out as night falls
outside our bedroom window.
 Stop. What
??? Have you seen what you have dangling from you. Oooooo.
 After the giggling, we compose
ourselves, stop on the bridge next to our hotel and take a
scenery shot.
   We see an information board - Peace
Boulevard in 1945, 1952
and in 2014.
Immediately after the atomic
bombing it was said that no plants or trees would grow for 75 years. However,
owing to Hiroshima’s miraculous recovery, Peace Boulevard is now full of lush
greenery, representing the city’s reconstruction and peace.
Due to financial difficulties,
the City of Hiroshima could not plant as many trees as they had hoped when the
development of Peace Boulevard began. Accordingly, the City launched the Tree Offering Campaign from
1956 to 1957, calling on other municipalities in Hiroshima Prefecture to donate
trees to the city. In response, many
organisations and individuals offered trees and seedlings to be planted along
Peace Boulevard, along other roads and in parks.
After the A-bombing, thanks to
the support of those within Japan and abroad who had a wish for peace, as well
as the fervent efforts of greening by those who came before us, Hiroshima has
been transformed into a beautiful city with abundant greenery.
We will continue to convey our
gratitude to them, along with their memories to future
generations.
  We look up at a beautiful gingko tree, cross the road and look at the menu in an Italian restaurant.
Eye-watering prices with an ice cream at eight pounds, we will stick to cobbing
a squat in our room later.
 We cross the main road and bimble
past the museum conference centre, a big drum in the
foyer reminds us of sitting in the front row at Plymouth Pavilions when we went
to see the Kodo Drummers. What an experience. Staring up at scantily clad
Japanese men with muscles everywhere, including their little toes, that would
make anyone's eyebrows shoot off their face. Awesome.
  Looking up
and down river. The ladies walking toward Aioi Bridge had just practised their
English and some sort of hands-off healing on Bear. Oh,
it’s making my fingers tingle. They squealed in delight and off they
went after plenty of bowing.
   We found this chap up in a building, found the
theatre and hope to see a local show on Wednesday evening and then headed
for the shopping area. Hiroshima
(I have always said Hirosh-ima, now I know it’s Hero-sheema) had a population of
350,000 before the atomic bomb in August 1945,
just after the event the people were felled to 137,197. Then, a rudeness on the
part of Mother Nature as 3,000 were killed in a typhoon that hit the city just a
month after the A-bomb in September 1945, the city has sprung back and is now
home to nearly two million.
    Plastic
food in so many windows. Love the 3-D spaghetti and the ice creams
best.
  Standing in the
middle of a mall looking both ways – and that’s
just watching for mad people on bicycles.
 We made it out of the mall in one piece
and crossed a busy street and looked back.
   A Memorial,
a bookshop and the entrance
to some apartments.
  A Chinese
restaurant.
 A Japanese tea
shop.
  A popular
eatery with a busy menu.
 We pass a steak
place with dry aging to twenty days.
  Monster barrels
of sake. We have moved up from individual shots in jam jars with pull-off
lids to 1.8 litre tetra packs with a screw nozzle for six pounds – very nice it
is too. I will so miss it. when we leave here.
 A shrine as
we cross to the Lawsons just up the road form our digs, as we complete a huge
square bimbling.
 A happy raised
bed as we come out of our favourite shop clutching spring rolls, chicken
escallops and a naughty cake each.
ALL IN ALL A
GREAT CITY TO BIMBLE
A HAPPY BUZZ IN THE
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