Nagasaki: Great Food, Crazy People, and Nuclear Tragedy
November 12th 2005 It would be inaccurate to say that Ryan and I were up at the crack of dawn. When we met at the street corner in front of the Bank of Hiroshima’s local branch, dawn was still slumbering soundly, a full hour yet before she would relieve the night shift. Hiroshima is a pretty quiet town at 5:30 am. The only people up at this time on a regular basis are taxi drivers, truckers, and weary-eyed boyf
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