It's August 6, anniversary of the Bomb, yadda yadda.
I've been to Hiroshima. I forgot to pack the charger for my digital camera, and it was running out of juice by the time the bullet train got to Hiroshima. Fortunately, the camera was a Fuji.
Surely, I said to myself, there's a mall around where we can buy a charger for a Fuji camera. The nice lady at the train station Information desk told us there was a mall near-ish, but far enough that we'd want a taxi to take us.
And this is where things got interesting. I jumped in the cab, and the driver (sizing me up) said, Peace Park?
No, I said, please take us to the mall. Blank stare.
I can't blame him for having rusty english skills, since after all it's his country. But no thanks, I'd like to go to the mall.
He finally drove to a nearby hotel where he chattered away with the bell hop. The bell hop turned to me and said (in perfect english), Pardon me, but where is it that you would like to go?
The mall, domo arigato.
So I'm the only American who's ever gone shopping in Hiroshima, rather than to the dang Peace Park.