Our hotel room here was pretty tiny, which made our yoga morning routine a little more challenging, but we were able to modify it a bit anyhow. Its amazing what you can still do in a cramped space.
We headed out early for Miyajima, the small island off of southern Hiroshima, famous for the "floating" tori gate. We took the electric car (the local subway) to the train station and used our rail pass from there taking the train to Miyajima-guchi station. From there we took the ferry ride over to the island. When we got off, we immediately were greeted by several roaming deer, none of which were shy at all. One of them actually took a bite out of Hilary's map. We had considered renting bikes, but thought it might be easier to walk around since the hikes around the area looked great. We walked through the shrine, open and surrounded by water, towards the temples which were scattered throughout the mountain on the way up. These were some seriously old temples, dating back from 523AD. The whole area seemed very peaceful and somehow separate from the time it occupies. There was a little room in a cave that had hundreds of lanterns hanging, all barely lit. You could hear the low tone chanting of monks in the background and the whole experience was initially eery and then rather peaceful. I imagined this is what death may be like; initially disorienting and then peaceful. Throughout our hike up the mountain, we could hear the monks chanting and low bell tones and drumming; all characteristics of zen buddhist practice. Later on, we stopped by a little restaurant that specializes in "an ago" (eel) and ordered the "set menu"as is commonly done here. Eel served over rice, tsukemono, and a shiso dash based soup. After that we headed down the path towards the town. We both noticed that the water had receded from the temple and the tori gate, and the area looked totally different. We explored the town a bit, passing by someone who was grilling oysters which looked phenomenal.
After getting back to Hiroshima, we got ready for our plans to meet my friend Hiros' parents for sushi. Hilary got ready while I wandered the streets for a few hours. We got there and they were there happily waiting for us. I recognized Hiro's mom Natsuko since she looked a lot like Hiro. At first the conversation was a little awkward; Hiro had spontaneously called his parents a few nights ago asking them to meet up with us at this spot. But as we started to drink some sake, the conversation opened up. The mother was a lot more talkative. The father was more reserved. We were served a few sashimi appetizers; conc shell (which was a first for me; chewing but actually pretty good) steamed Hiroshima oysters (amazing), and an anago (grilled eel). We weren't' sure if we should order or not, so we just left it to them since that's how its done here. We could never have imagined what was to come; the most beautiful nigiri sushi carefully served one piece at a time, placed right in front of us on counter, no plates, no chopsticks. Pure and gorgeous minimalism. We started off with O-Toro; the fattiest part of the tuna. Once it hit your tongue it just melted. The rice was perfectly flavored and cooked and was purchased from a rice specialty store as told to us by the head sushi chef. His father goes to the fish market just north of the city every morning around 3AM to look for the best stuff. Next up: Uni, tiger shrimp, squid, shell, sea bream, and mackerel. Hilary squealed with delight; "Oishi Oishi Oishi!" Next up, more Toro, and more Uni… This is pretty much what I envisioned Jiros three Michelin star sushi spot to be like. Honestly the best sushi I've ever eaten. You could taste the salt water of the sea in the uni.
After the best sushi meal, they asked us if we wanted to get a drink and try Karaoke. Neither of us are big fans of Karaoke, but after that special meal they treated us to, we certainly weren't going to refuse. We headed over to a spot near by and took the elevator up to a small floor in a building where we were shuffled into a small room with men in business suits singing and drinking their hearts out. Thats the spot they go often, so we got the special table right by the Karaoke monitor. We were served sake and several crunchy snacks and a fruit salad. Nakamura-san went through a few rounds of old enka Japanese songs and then handed the mic to me. After a few cups of sake, my guard was down, so I just went with it and chose "personal jesus" by Depeche Mode to sing. I won't describe this experience since Hilary caught the whole thing on video and I'm sure will be using it for blackmail purposes. Clearly I entertained (or mortified) everyone in the room. More sake followed, and as we left a woman who had been singing a lot that night stood up to shake Hilary's hand and kept saying "I'm sorry". I wonder if that was a reference to my karaoke skillz.
Miyajima Tori Gate 1
Close up!
Hangin with the Nakamura clan
Our unagi lunch!
Deer near the temple
A wall: I liked
Miyajima town center
Miyajima Shrine
Miyajima Tori Gate 2
Grilled Oysters
Hiroshima Streets
Toy Shop
Sushi!
Nakamura san rokking karaoke night 2012!