It was the most uncomfortable 11-hr bus ride ever (not that I rode on many buses before). The neck pillow is like a smartphone for me: once I have it, I wonder how I went w/o it. Yet I kept forgetting it.
On ground in Hiroshima early morning, had a snag with the directions to the hostel (because I can't read a map), then met my old college friends (Masaaki and Kazu) for a day trip to Onomichi.
Within 2 hours, I've seen a few bad accidents. First was a semi that crashed into the side of a tunnel. Second was a T-bone accident near Onomichi station that messed up the cars and people pretty badly. Luckily, the latter also happened in front of a police station.
Onomichi is famous for its soy sauce ramen, and it's evident by all the lines leading to the tiny ramen shops around town. We managed to get into the 3rd shop we tried. While we waited, I recalled the story from a few weeks ago at Miyako McD's about a bunch of Japanese high schoolers cat-calling this girl from another high school, while we're looking at these two good-looking girls across the street, one of which tripped and dropped her ice cream earlier. The ramen was magically delicious; it could also be that we're starving.
Onomichi's also known for its narrow streets and being used in dramas about old Japan. Thus the trail of tears began. If you're unfamiliar with American history, the Trail of Tears was a forced relocation of native Americans by the U.S. gov't, during which many of them died. Back then, people still moved about on foot. For next few hours, a lot of walking up and down hills, looked at temples, climbed a chain rope, and more walking.
Somewhere in the middle, we had waffles (a popular place according to the parking garage man). We also ripped on the trainee waitress there because her stockings tore a bit near her ankle, which my friend commented that it's a trademark of a slut.
The ride back was interesting. We talked about how to hook up with girls, and they learned about sugar mama (since one of them is dating an older woman) and being "thirsty".
Dinner was my favorite - okonomiyaki, Hiroshima-style, with dark beer! But there're lines for that too; we hit jackpot on 3rd try.
Then the unthinkable happened. All that feeding gave me the runs, after I got on the streetcar (Hiroden). With 5 stations to go, luck would have it stopped at every station. It's also at the mercy of stoplights. I barely closed the stall door before it came out. Then, there's no toilet paper...
How'll I get out of this jam?
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