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Beaches of Bali ... What to do on foot, by bicycle or scooter!

Ok ... Are some really great beaches in Bali is not a legend ^ ^ I have found some in recent days from two bases: Padangbai, east, and Sanur in the south. I write this message also seated facing the sea in Sanur, with the almost full moon reflected on water.

Padangbai is a small coastal village in an area where tourists are beginning to become scarce. There are only 5 or 6 hotels lining the port, with 2 or 3 bars and restaurants. It took me a small bus ride to get there. The place I liked right away: quiet, green, with a temperature less burdensome than inland. The day after my arrival I rented a bike, to the astonishment of the keeper of the hotel does not rent scooters as usual ... Yes, it really is the sport of cycling in the corner, it goes up and down all the time along the coast, like in Martinique. And between 10am and 15-16h, the heat is really intense. My goal was a small beach of Pasir Putih name, about fifteen miles Padangbai. Along the way, I made a first stop at Candidasa, on a black sand beach was absolutely deserted. I did dip into water almost too hot for half an hour.

few miles away, I stopped on top of a long hill to take a coke, and I noticed a little path that climbed up a ridge overlooking the sea I have followed the way on foot, after exhausting 40 minutes I arrived at a temple inhabited only by monkeys. The view was magnificent: on one side, rice fields and volcanoes, on the other, the ocean and cliffs. A nice reward after the pounds lost in
fleet battle ... I went back down to resume cycling, and after a small lunch stop in a mini shack (I still wonder how I was not sick), I arrived at the beach of Pasir Putih. A large stretch of white sand, a few tourists and turquoise water. The bottom was carpeted with corals between the sandbanks and fish come in all colors. I know nothing about fish, but I noticed among other surgeon fish, species of scalar while yellow, blue neon tiny fish style neon lights, and fish-shaped flute. Besides myself there must be a dozen tourists on the beach which was roughly 500 meters long. I stayed two or three hours before returned, exhausted by swimming and cycling.

The next day I joined Sanur minibus, 2 hours Padangbai. This city near the capital, Denpasar, is not exceptional in itself. It's a long long beach lined with hotels and restaurants pseudo-chic or pseudo-traditional haunt of tourists and Club-Med Australian retirees. We can not even swim properly, the first 300 meters is very shallow, overgrown with algae, corals and rocks. So I decided today to try the scooter to go farther south, where the beaches are nestled legendary for surfers in the area of Ulu Watu. The rental costs 4 euros per day, plus about 1 euro petrol. Suffice to say that I did not ruined. This was my first scooter, I had to pretend to know me to be able to rent it: p After all it says on my scooter driving license, and I saw kids of 12 years make , it seemed up my alley! In fact everything went well. I have gone about from beach to beach, from mid-day by the temple of Ulu Watu, perched atop a cliff in a very spectacular. And monkeys invaded again. The Lonely Planet and the signs at the entrance warned that monkeys loved sewing glasses people. I got proof when poor Japan has been had in front of me, while taking picture of two girls from her group. The monkey has ruined his glasses: /

Around Scooter enabled me to visit 3 wonderful beaches quite different: the beach Balangan, archetype of the heavenly beach of fine sand and white with a lot of surfers, Ulu Watu Beach, nestled in a cave, and Bindin beach, bordered by a large cliff on one or two kilometers. At Ulu Watu, a place a bit protected from the waves allowed to dive and observe the wildlife, I saw a tiny white one moray thirty centimeters go into a depression to leave his troubling than thrombin. Glad to have crossed his mom ^ ^ After this great day, I highly recommend the scooter to explore Bali and away places too easily swamped by tourists. Besides, tomorrow I take the boat to discover another one of those places, the small island of Nusa Lembongan, 20 kilometers off Sanur.

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Sunrise on volcanoes and arrived in Bali

After Yogyakarta, a bus drove me ten hours to Mount Bromo, east of the island of Java. The area includes several volcanoes Mount Bromo and s'explore usually in the morning to watch the sunrise sun. After a short sleep, around 3:15 am the guide knocked on my door to wake me up. With few other tourists, we climbed into a jeep that led us to the point of view, in front of Bromo (the kind of smoking crater in the middle of the picture). Dozens of other jeeps accompanied us in the end we were hundreds to watch the first rays. The sunrise was gorgeous, and the views of the volcano has been incredible, with several huge cones rising in the middle of the vast plain black. Deep inside the landscape, Mount Penanjakan rising to nearly
2800 meters. After one hour of visual delight, we took the jeep to reach the foot of Mount Bromo. From there, a little path and some steps can be accessed in a small half-hour at the top of the crater. Because of the thick smoke loaded with sulfur, it is impossible to go around, but the landscaped platform offers a great view over central volcano. At 8am we went downstairs to the hotel for a (very) breakfast, and re-Belote, 12 buses and a ferry to arrive in Denpasar, the capital of Bali unattractive. With four other tourists motivated, we pushed a taxi to Ubud, a half hour from Denpasar. We had to wake the poor tenants of the guest house to find a home, it was already 1am ...

Ubud is the cultural heart of Bali. It is a beautiful small town where temples and buildings adorned with sculptures and bas-reliefs are everywhere. Many streets are unpaved, and there are dozens of art galleries and restaurants that are worth a look even if only to admire the interior. One example among many others, my guest-house is composed of a dozen houses with marble terraces, with carved pillars and lots of little details, from colorful patterns on the walls to finely crafted wood shutters. All in a very green garden, a little mystical, crossed by walkways half covered with moss. There is even a very small pool hidden in a corner:) And the city is full of these places. In the surrounding landscape of palm trees and rice terraces. I got a walk yesterday and today, pausing from time to time to let the showers. Invariably, in mid-afternoon, a good rain shower soaks the streets and fields. This afternoon, I took refuge under the awning of a tiny art gallery lost a little north of Ubud, and peasants working in the field next door joined me a few minutes later. Unfortunately our conversation was limited to exchanges of smiles, I do not speak a word of them Balinese and not a word of English (except "You speak Indonesian?").

Heading South of Ubud, a small dark, dense jungle, rightly called Monkey Forest Sanctuary, will visit an hour. There is, apart from the hundreds of monkeys, one or two modest-sized temples, statues scattered through here and there, a sort of mini-cemetery and ancient trees. One of the temples is surrounded by a small river, and the foam covering all gives the impression of discovering a place abandoned for centuries. In downtown, there are also several temples and the palace of the local royal family. The Hindu influence is everywhere, although strongly influenced by tribal culture. Is also found in most temples storey towers erected at above doors resembling gopurams southern India. Cons by the statues do not represent the Hindu deities, but local adaptations heads chubby and friendly. Food level, it's still not the top, many dishes of rice and chicken ... Tomorrow I leave my 4 companions and settled on a beach east of Bali, a priori less traveled. I should finally be able to taste the famous beaches of Bali dream:)

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overly welcoming atmosphere in Java

It is only 4 days I am in Java, Indonesia, and I have the impression of having seen billions of things. The capital, Jakarta, has nothing remarkable, except the kindness of its inhabitants. Looks like a great Western city with skyscrapers, clean streets, I even saw a Carrefour! Except that closer inspection shows some precarious bamboo houses hidden everywhere and open sewers, to recall that we are still in a developing country. The traffic is intense, especially 2 wheels which are legion. There are generally fewer people in the streets in India, no one harasses the few tourists, the atmosphere is much calmer and not against a single second. Every 100 meters someone says hello, including the police, some wonder if all goes well and if you please you Indonesia. A pleasant surprise, I thought I would have to fight for a minimum they leave me alone, and not even bin. It is very hot and humid, weird telling me that a week ago I was fighting against the elements in Hokkaido. Otherwise, there is not much to do in Jakarta. I fought with the Indian Embassy to finally denied my tourist visa: / Too bad, I went for a tour of India, I must postpone my visit to the North-East of the country to other holiday. After this failure, I took a train to Yogyakarta in central Java island. The 8 o'clock train, I discovered the beautiful landscape of rice fields, palm trees and mountains in the background. Rice cultivation extends over hundreds of kilometers, and you see hats "Chinese" there colored tunics and bustling.

Enchantment arrived in Yogyakarta. The tourist district is composed of two tiny streets, pedestrian, very quiet and very green, with options birdsong and cries of children playing. In fact everything is green in Java, in addition to the dense vegetation surrounding the houses and balconies decorated with plants. I started with the shopping mecca of tourism Yogya, namely, the street Malioboro. A straight street lined on one side of the shopping mall, another tiny souvenir shops and rickshaw that offer their service. Down the street, the sultan's palace, Kraton, built in the 18th century. The current Sultan still resides there. I did not find exceptional architecture is pretty basic and all exhibits only focuses on the life of the sultan. The portraits of the sultan. The stripes of the Sultan. The spoons of the Sultan. The fact remains that the palace is nice, a dozen buildings is disseminated. Around 10 o'clock I was treated to a mini concert of traditional music provided by some of the 1,000 employees of the Sultan. I then headed to the area bordering the palace, where stands a bird market. Just side, the Water Palace is a small recreation area established by the Portuguese in the 18th. There are two or three large basins blue sky surrounded by white walls, with short walks around. Arches decorated with guardian spirits can pass from one to another basins. I entered the palace through a tiny entrance unofficial, when I lost in the maze of the surrounding neighborhood and I did not have to pay the ticket (it reminded me of the Peloponnese Mythos, stakeholders include: D ).

1h Bus Yogyakarta is a huge Buddhist temple in the 8th century. Lost for 1,000 years, it became very damaged by time and covered with volcanic ash. The British have conducted a site cleanup in the 19th century, the Dutch have partially restored in the early 20th century, and Indonesia took over with funds from UNESCO in the 70s. This temple with a square base, known as Borobudur, has no interior. It is a succession of steps by which wind around a hill. Each floor is a large open hall square, richly decorated with hundreds of Buddhas, demons, and frescoes depicting how to pass the earthly world and vicious all the way down to peaceful nirvana at the top (for short). Reached the summit, after turning around a dozen times to climb the temple floors following the journey of initiation and well explore everything it reaches peak stupas each containing a large Buddha. With background in the jungle and mountains is a beautiful place. Cons by young Indonesian tourists are dozens and all want a photo with a specimen MINIMUM West. In this case myself. I asked countless times, and if the Indians have sometimes a certain restraint, a certain shyness, Indonesians not! It surprised me most from the girls that I found surprisingly free and enterprising. Again, we do not feel pressure or religious tradition in this country yet very practical (at least on the island of Java). People are Zen is very significant.

Today I did a hike on one side of the imposing Merapi volcano erupts regularly and smokes constantly. Only a few roads, relatively low and away from the toxic cloud are open. I went with an Indonesian woman met on the train, a lawyer who already have Western friends that regularly accompanies there. Finally this is what she told me. She brought me up on a scooter and we walked a few hundred yards into the forest before it loses its way. Fortunately a young birder in search of prey came by and helped us find the path. Meanwhile, our friend lost the keys to the scooter. I returned our steps with the type but find two keys in a forest full of ferns and ultra steep, it is really a sport. After an hour or two we decided to give up. Guards the corner we have restarted the machine tampering with the cables, and we joined a locksmith that we redid the keys for 2 euros. So far I have not walked this volcano, so finally, but by returning to the same place 3 times. We did get to see an impressive lava cooled from 2006. A poor guy in his haste had forgotten to lock the door of the bunker where he took refuge where he left his skin.

I continue tomorrow around East Java, to reach the island of Bali after tomorrow. On the way another volcano, Mount Bromo, waiting for me. This time I will go with a true guide, there will certainly be less unexpected, but at least I can enjoy a bit of nature:)

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Brief reunion in Seoul

Here I go again to a new destination! I take my trip to Seoul / Jakarta to post a message. I spent some time traveling in recent days. In Japan, I tried to take a little trip to Hokkaido. The island, some tourist, has some beautiful parks volcanic known. So I made the 4 hours needed to train make the trip Sendai / Hakodate, borrowing including a submarine tunnel of 50km. The city of Hakodate is the sea was an important port and particularly open to the outside in the 19th century. So there are buildings of various influences, Orthodox, Catholics, temples, warehouses, brick red and cemeteries abroad. A small mountain overlooking the city, and small cobblestone streets can explore this strangely harmonious whole. Unfortunately, the weather was really rotten when I left the train (Lonely Planet warned Hokkaido in spring was rather risky, but I tried anyway ... and I lost). Cold winds, low clouds (it was not the famous little mountain), freezing rain interruption. I arrived around noon and it seemed as night fell. In short, I had to stay overnight at Hakodate before advancing further north of Hokkaido, but I turned around and went back to Sendai evening. Too bad, I do think that the place has a great potential! This is an opportunity to go back:) One last

restaurant with a cousin and two of his students, who gave us a taste excellent range of sake, and I went back to Tokyo. I had booked 3 weeks earlier a night in the guest house where I started my tour of Japan in Asakusa, and a ticket to the Ghibli Museum. Ghibli, for the uninitiated, is the studio who produced the cartoons revered Miyazaki (Walt Disney Japan in some ways). The museum is small and crowded, you must reserve their tickets weeks in advance. In the museum, the workshops of the master and his assistants have been restored. You can see shelves full of books for inspiration, the original plates of the author, and some devices allow you to scroll drawings are very quickly to create the animation. The building is fun, a sort of mansion with a large central hall serving on several floors of small side rooms where are the exhibits. I stayed on my hunger, we very quickly around, and we can not even go play in the Cat-Bus with ptits! The ticket can still watch a short sequence of a quarter of an hour in a mini-cinema.

The next day I returned the plane to Seoul, where I spent two nights before returning to Indonesia. The two cousins were visiting their frangine this week, it allowed me to see three for the price of a ! It was very strange to find all as far from France, but very nice:) It was quite moved between Friday and Saturday. The first afternoon, on the advice of Mag, visit a sort of theme park for children in infancy, in a suburb of Seoul almost deserted. Well no it was a little to be said, apart from renting tandems that brought us some memorable races. The next day we walked in the markets in Seoul, between the pig's feet and bags of counterfeit luxury. Two nights, two restaus quite typical and, as always in my short experience in Korean dining. We made a small turn at night the Seoul Tower, where I already went in March to see the city lights. Even though I Were lifted early this morning, I'll get knocked in Jakarta. Too bad, I think I have any time to relax and rest under the palm trees of Bali.

Pearl Necklaces In Jeddah

Life in Sendai

Happy reunion with my cousin after a day's train to Sendai in northern Honshu (the main island of Japan). It is a city of over one million inhabitants, close to the sea and mountains. We can see the snowy mountains of one of the windows of the apartment of Damien. On the first night he took me to a tiny Skewers Restaurant (cheese, chicken, fish, tomatoes ...) to very warm. Some pillars that hang out there every night, looking like businessmen, we have just held his leg but still in good mood:) The city is full of these little restaus and bars that can hold a dozen people breaking everything.

Sendai does not have many tourist sites. I still did a bike ride to the park where stood the castle of Sendai. There are still some walls, and statues have been arranged to enhance the ride. More importantly, it's a great view of Sendai, landscape buildings with modern sea bottom. The next day I went to visit a coastal village, a few tens of minutes by train, called Matsushima. There are a multitude of small wild islands, with statues of Buddha and mini-temples hidden here and there. There was only one or two other tourists, I could wander for a few quiet hours. Around 14h I became disillusioned when I ordered what I thought was pasta carbo species, in fact it was cold noodles, almost icy, called Soba. It was ... Special: /

On the advice of my cousin, I went the next day at Naruko-Onsen, a village in the heart of the mountains known for its hot baths in sulfur-laden water. Indeed the whole valley smells strongly of sulfur! Before the swim I tried a little way along a river, but I turned around when I saw that the trail was covered with snow and branches, impracticable. I preferred to go to a few kilometers from the village, look at a small lake located between three volcanoes. From a very bright turquoise, it displays one of the strongest acidity in the world. Nothing lives there, with a few ducks. Walking around the lake I could see some fumaroles surrounded by sulfur deposition, impressive. On the way back so I did dip in an onsen all wood, where the milky water comes through pipes pines. It was tiny but very charming. Only downside, my skin felt strongly the sulfur leaving the establishment ... In the street most people were walking in a kimono and wearing traditional wooden sandals to go to an onsen to another.

The next day my cousin accompanied me to visit the temple of Yamadera, mountainside to an hour from Sendai. A few hundred steps lead to walk through the ten buildings. The temple itself is nothing exceptional, but the view as and when The climb is beautiful. It has taken a small ice tea on the way down and back to Sendai for a Karaoke night with his colleagues:) Just rent a small room for 3 or 4 hours to put the songs you want to sing one after another through a small screen / remote, and go:) The food and drinks are not expensive, the directory is really huge (several thousands of titles for all styles), it is funny ^ ^ Ya two microphones, it was less ashamed to sing like two pans: D This morning, this weather, I decided to postpone my trip to Hokkaido tomorrow!

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The volcanic region of Kyushu and relaxing

That three days I walk through Kyushu. This region, highly volcanic, is superb and little frequented by tourists. While in Tokyo to Hakata, the city is virtually uninterrupted, Kyushu landscape is made up of volcanoes, fields, greenhouses, detached ... Brief is the campaign! Kagoshima, the city where I established my headquarters for exploring Kyushu, is located just opposite a volcano that rises from the sea, forming an island called Sakurajima. I went there the first afternoon, taking a ferry that makes regular 10-minute crossing. The volcano in question is active, can see huge plumes escape cone regularly in a crash hallucinating. The last major eruption was in 1914. There are still hundreds of mini-eruptions per year, but not dangerous dust covering the island. A small information center explains all this free near the port. Just next door, a hot spring (onsen ) allows public to soak your feet while watching the volcano. The Japanese are a fan of onsen, are found in all of Japan. There a classification according to the environment of the bath (inside, outside, hidden in nature, by the sea ..), the composition of water, etc. ... Some are very expensive as popular.

The next day, I just tested a onsen a kind somewhat unusual. Before enjoying the hot spring, the client goes through a volcanic sand bath. Dressed in a simple kimono yukata very end called , lie on the beach, back at the designated place. Both types come with their big shovel and cover you with black sand in 5 seconds (except the face of course). Then we must remain still for 10-15 minutes enjoying the feeling. With the pressure of the sand and the heat coming from below, the heart pumps stronger and the blood flows better, it feels to spread throughout the body. He is super hot, the sand is soft, very pleasant. After a while, when the sand starts to burn the skin, it appears to go wash and go into the onsen itself. Earlier in the day, I wandered into a small corn while in Southern Kyushu, looking for a way to explore Mount Kaimon, another volcano. Not finding a trail, I lost a little chance in the campaign. An English teacher and grandmother took me a lift when I returned to the train station, very nice. Moreover, in this corner of Japan, people are particularly friendly, smiling, not greedy of hellos. Another guy did a detour of 15 km drive to bring me back safely, then I went down to the foot of a large lake in a caldera, assumed the lochness monster house a local bottom with the famous Mont Kaimon.

In lack of a castle, I went to Kumamoto, roughly in the center of the region. Always the same time, early 17th century, the castle still has some of its original turrets, even if its main tower was reconstructed recently. A mini-exhibition traces the history of the castle in the first and second floors. We find again the fierce power struggle between lords and emperors. The castle is surrounded by magnificent walls, moats and very impressive. The cherry season is in full swing, white and pink petals flying in all directions is a joy to walk through the alleys of the park! And as it is sunny and warm for 2 or 3 days, many Japanese come here and there for picnic. I went back to the east of Kyushu after this visit to go to Aso via a train that bypasses Mount Aso. It is a gigantic crater 130 km in circumference, which houses a few volcanoes in activity. I liked to do some hiking in the area, but that is for another time. I chose to redo a small swimming session in another onsen, including an outdoor pool in a small garden. Foot. Especially since I was almost alone, unlike that of Ibusuki, where people queued up to be buried. I took the train back to Kagoshima, where a delicious dinner waiting for me as home every night. Family taking this small guesthouse has good idea to offer guests to share the evening meal for the modest sum of 260 yen (about 2 €). So we have the right ambience and local cuisine for almost nothing:)

Here I go again to the north, where I'll find my dear cousin. I make the trip twice, stopping this afternoon in Matsumoto to see another castle, and tomorrow in Takayama, a small town famous mountain, it seems to have retained its original charm.

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Castles Kansai, Hiroshima and Miyajima Island

After the temples, I attacked the castles! The most famous of them in Japan, Himeji Castle, was part of my program. Built in the late 16th century, it is called the White Heron Castle because of its color. Particularly impressive, it dominates the city of Himeji top of his tower with 5 floors. Its multiple roofs appear as entangled, giving the whole work a very, very careful. There are thick fortification walls, pierced with holes and other deadly sympathetic to boiling oil. The lower floors of the tower is reserved for storing food and weapons in case of siege. While the above can watch around and tease the attackers if necessary. Some other buildings are in the castle, including the areas of the wife of daimyo (lord) and her attendants. This famous set is unfortunately a victim of its success. As at Disneyland, you have to queue at least 30 minutes to buy a ticket and enter the attraction. And even then, we find ourselves in a second line where it seems to never move, forward or too short, you can not visit at their own pace. A little damage.

Especially since the morning I visited the first castle, more modest but which was almost the only visitor. The latter, located in Hikone, just north of Kyoto does maybe 3 floors, but it is beautiful and overlooks a beautiful Japanese garden designed around a pond. The pond and mini-islands that have been arranged are the real lake that borders the city of Hikone. This complex dates from the 17th century. The visit was definitely more enjoyable than that of Himeji. For completeness, I also saw the Castle Okayama Castle said Crow. It also dates from the early 17th century, and has an architecture similar to the other two. Unfortunately the version that can be visited today is a concrete replica of the real castle razed during the Second World War ... And it feels when visiting the interior, more impersonal, less authentic than the other two. Nevertheless, the outside is beautiful, overlooking a famous garden located on the other side of the river that runs along the Asahi castle. In addition he has one thing in common with Himeji have been built under the leadership of Todoyomi Hideyoshi, the man who reunited the lords of Japan in the late 16th century.

By late afternoon, I went to Osaka is one of the largest aquariums in the world, Kaiyukan. It is housed in a building of 7 storeys, in the middle of a shopping complex along Osaka Bay. The tour starts at the top, and descends gradually along a slightly inclined plane which revolves around a giant aquarium. This aquarium includes thousands of fish that must really believe in the ocean, including giant manta rays, stars Kaiyukan, two whale sharks! We never tire of watching them walk around in the pool, followed by hundreds of other small fish. Outer side of the inclined plane, different ecosystems have been restored. It rises from the Japanese forest at the north pole, through the Great Barrier Reef. Each room has a portion above water, with land animals or amphibians, and a bottom water that can be observed through windows. In the mood North Pole, for example, you can admire a band of emperor penguins on the fake ice dozing or playing in the icy water.

Yesterday, change of atmosphere with the arrival in Hiroshima. Incidentally he started to rain, a perfect time to get to the Peace Memorial. The less it was really funny that the aquarium, but provided an unforgettable visit. At first the museum begins gently, with the political aspects of the conflict, before the Hiroshima bomb, the various wars undertaken by Japan late 19ème/début 20th. Far more abstract. Then a giant model shows the city before and after August 6, 1945: a vast field of ruins with two or three frames of buildings that have survived somehow. Upstairs, it becomes downright scary. The exhibition chronicles the life and brutal death of children and adults who have died in the explosion or a few days later. These people had a name, you can see their clothes in tatters, their charred belongings, photos of their bodies and their faces mutilated. I found this way to narrate the catastrophe by recounting individual experiences particularly effective ... As I looked out the passenger tram differently, saying they had definitely lost family that day, or in the months that followed, succumbing to radiation. I also appreciated the objectivity of explanation, never taking part in Japan. It reveals also a Japan few friendly, very warlike, and during the war effort, inhumane toward his own people, including Chinese and Korean immigrant workers.

atmosphere a bit lighter today with a hike on the island of Miyajima, a half-hour ferry ride from Hiroshima. Like magic he did super nice:) The island is a small mountain, it takes 1 hour to get to the top. Many tourists go to watch on Miyajima its famous torii (Shinto gate vermilion as those of Fushimi-Inari) planted in the sea, a few hundred meters from the coast. Just opposite is a temple on stilts, where they attended a wedding ceremony clearly when I passed. The hike in the mountains was great peace, even if the steps are hard asses. Candidates for the climb are few. Small deer wander through here and there and hope we give them some food. At the top of Mount Mizen, a small observation tower you can admire a landscape worthy of the island of Finn Razel. Going down another slope, one can visit a beautiful Buddhist temple called Daisho-In.

As I had a little time before my train to Hakama, I ironed in the Memorial Park. Just across from the "Atomic Bomb Dome" building protected witness - one of the few who vaguely resisted the bomb - I talked for a little half-hour with an apprentice bomber of the Japanese army , 82, who was in his base a few miles away at the fatal moment. He spoke a few words of English which were enough to tell me about his life and ask me some questions about my trip. Shortly after I made some steps in the castle gardens Hiroshima to return to the guest house to get my bag. Another busy day tomorrow I continue my journey to the southern tip of Japan's Kyushu region.