A Moustache in Japan

I am currently in a Starbucks in Hiroshima waiting for the Night Bus (different than Harry Potter’s) to take me back to my humble city of Hikone.  I have time to finally write so I am mooching internet and here we go.

First of all, it seems every city I go to has a new form of main transportation - Osaka uses the subway, Kyoto uses buses, and Hikone uses bikes.  Hiroshima uses mainly trams.  I am having trouble thinking of the next big city’s favored vehicle, and I can only come up with rickshaws.  But then I forgot that happened to be Miyajima’s.

They also used ropeways.

Miyajima also has a whole bunch of deer just runnin’ around.  I tried to lure them with my mango ice cream, but to no avail.

Also, Mijajima has that famous torii (I forget the English word for “torii” and also frequently for “11th Month” (November, right?)) that you have probably seen everywhere without realizing it has been conquered by my moustache.

That’s about it for Miyajima.  Hiroshima pictures are yet to be uploaded.  I will leave you with the most evil horse in Japan.  I have dubbed him the “Neigh-Slayer.”