Today we traveled from Osaka to Nagasaki. My mom and my sister have been to Nagasaki in the past, but I haven’t. Most of the day was spent on the train where we did have some nice bentos on the way.

My aunt got off on the way, at Hiroshima, and we had to change trains at Hakata but it was mostly uneventful. We’re not sure if my aunt actually made it home, because she doesn’t like to answer her telephone. It was raining when we got to Nagasaki and the hotel was a few minutes walking from the train station. Dinner was another five minutes walk. Nothing is as close in the country as it is in the city, is it? But we wandered around another Japanese mall and found a place that had Nagasaki chanpon.

There weren’t many people in the restaurant and we were surprised at how good it was.

Tomorrow we’re going to wander around some of the places the white devils, I mean, foreign influences are in the city but not the big influence that went off in 1945. I’ve been to the Hiroshima atomic bomb memorial museum and I don’t need to see another one. Instead, I’m trying to find where they hung the Xtians upside-down over pools of excrement before they just plain gave up torturing all the converts. But now that I think of it, isn’t it just like America to drop an atomic bomb on the most Xtian city in Japan?