We decided that one day in Hiroshima was not enough, and with Japanese trains being as good as they are, a backtrack of 170kms is an easy enough journey to make. Without this backtrack I would not of had the pleasure of seeing a station cleaner pushing around a rubbish cart that, whenever the wheels were in motion, played 'The Camptown Ladies' – that fella must go home the happiest man in the world, either that or one day he will snap and kill 80 commuters with an automatic weapon.
Having returned to Hiroshima the only thing left to do was decide what to do with the day, ancient castles? sacred temples? or, how about a 7km long production line in the Mazda Factory? Yes my inner Clarkson was released as I watched in amazement as workers and robots armed with all manner of power tools swarmed like Doozers (for those of you who remember Fraggle Rock) over slow moving cars.
For dinner in the evening we have another Okonomiyaki, which I suspect is the real reason Ciara wanted to return.
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