Japan runs like a top. Not like the top I made in junior high shop that immediately wobbled out of control and surprised you when it stayed upright, but one that a carpenter like Jesus might throw together if you gave him a modern day lathe. After catching the tail end of the Sumo tournament in Tokyo I started to make some use of the rail pass and headed southwest to Hiroshima. A half Japanese/American girl Ami that i met in Kyoto was also heading down there to visit family so we met up again. Japanese is her first language so it was nice to do the rounds with someone who could do more than ask, greet, or thank people. She is also majoring in Japanese history so she had more information than I actually needed
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