As ubiquitous and global as the English language has become, it is easy to forget about the emotional impact some words are capable of. Home is a great example. More that just a geographic place or building, the word home evokes a sense of family, comfort, and well-being. For the purposes of our family vacation to Japan, some day is the phase that springs to mind. Nikki and I have talked about going to Japan ‘some day’ for a very long time. Some day was always lurking in the background on the black top dancing about at Bon Odori in the sweltering summer sun at the Orange County Buddhist Church in Anaheim. Some day was in the seasoning of the edamame rice and floating alongside the frisbees at the Takemoto - Okimoto - Yamamoto family reunion in Irvine. Some day was present in Grandma’s stories of travel to Japan in the 60’s. Some day was there in every trip to Uwajimaya, pounding of the mochi on New Year’s, and in every squishy/Hello Kitty/Gudatama purchase over the past decade.

We are very lucky in that our some day has an actual date - July 31, 2018. From that date the past 48 hours has seen us up at oh dark thirty with Gpa taking us to SeaTac. Getting Nikki, Al and Z through their first TSA Pre-Check line. Walking what felt like every square inch of the San Diego international airport. Receiving a bow greeting from the entire Japan Airlines counter as they opened for check in. Smooth but oh so long flying in a 787 across the Pacific. It was a real blessing was landing to efficient processing at immigration, customs retrieval and pick up service thanks to Khahlil. We had a spectacular drive through Tokyo at dusk which Khahlil rightly compares to the old Atari game Night Driver. Soaring bridges, a waterfront skyline that humbles my nativeBay Area and warm greetings complete with Japanese Dominoes Pizza, edamame, and inari. Zoey picked right up with Asa and Mira, Mami made us right and home and we all drifted into comfortable sleep into our futons and air mattresses in the bright living room surrounded by the night lights of Shibuya.

And here we are, zipping along southwest on the Shinkansen Hikari after navigating a pulsating Tokyo Station en route to Kyoto. Rail passes stamped, reservations made, ATM cooperatively producing the much needed Yen. Along the way there were successful stops at the Character Street shops and too many great grab and go delis.

What could be better than Green Class and a katsu sandwich?

All aboard!

Tokyo Character Street shops at the Tokyo Central Rail Station

Where’s car #8 - Shinkansen Hikari pulls up to Platform 17

Browsing along the shops of Tokyo Character Street. Three guesses at what merchandise they have for sale.

Kyoto - First the logistics. Train pulls into Kyoto Station promptly at 14:11. Nikki has an appointment at the Shibori Museum at 3. We have bags and our first ever AirBnB to check into which unfortunately is in the opposite direction from the museum.

Al takes the lead on Google maps, I double up with Z’s bag, and we knock out 1500 meters in 100 degree heat. Check in get our access codes and make our first attempt at Japan Taxi, an-Uber like front end for traditional metered taxis with ePayments. Somehow, someway we get Nikki to the museum on time, okay maybe 5 after.

The kids and I head 10 minutes down the street to our first UNESCO world heritage site, Nijo-jo. What follows is a description from the terrific free guide:

Nijo-jo castle has witnessed some of the most important events in Japanese history in the 400 years since it was built. The castle was completed in 1603 on the orders of Tokugawa Ieyasu, the founder and first Shogun of the Tokugawa Shogunate (1603-1867). Tokugawa Ieyasu unified Japan after a long period of civil war, and ushered in a period of over 260 years of peace and prosperity. Nijo-jo Castle was the stage for the announcement of the beginning of one of the most important periods in Japanese history.

View from the five story keep tower. In 1750 the tower was struck by lightning and burned down. It was not rebuilt but the stone ramparts remain.

A useful framework for me to learn about Japan has been the trinity (because us Orthodox do like our 3s) of Shinto, Buddhism and Confucianism. Shinto, the indigenous religion of Japan, seems to give the people their spiritual connection to the land and the bounty of their inheritance. Buddhism, an Indian import by way of Korea, provides the lessons for right speech, thought and action. Confucianism, provides the machinery of a well-functioning society from a paternalistic center down to each peasant understanding the criticality of pulling together for the betterment of the collective.

Today we had our first exposure to one of Shinto’s great shrines: Fushimi Inari Taisha. Just a few stops from the frenetic shopping hub that is Kyoto Station and you are in another world, protected by guardian fox statues and honoring the production of grain and rice as gifts from nature. The signature vermillion gates contrast beautifully with the lush greens on the slopes of Mt. Inari punctuated by the granite lanterns. You, and several hundred fellow tourists cleanse hands, feet and towels with the purifying waters of the wells stationed before each milestone. The gates pack tightly together the praise and the prayers and provide at least a little shield from the sweltering sun. It wasn’t until we had the taste of glorious shave ice from one of the many vendors cheerfully lining the entrance to the shrine that we realized it’s best to seek out air conditioning as the day pushed deep into the 90s and later into the afternoon.

Travel by train in Japan is glorious. Admittedly our sample size is small having only experienced the Shinkansen Hiraki from Tokyo to Kyoto, the Kyoto subway and the Kyoto local trains but it has been easy to navigate the systems. The station agents are always present, extremely helpful polite and speak decent English. The ticket gates either let you through or politely beep and direct you to a secondary machine nearby to top off your incomplete fare. Signs always point out the forthcoming and preceding stations in both Japanese and English. If it is a transfer station, informative arrows and decals point the way. Once you are on the platform, other signs tell you exactly how far away your train is and where to stand.

System maps look intimidating, but once you ride everything makes sense.

Subway stations are numbered to help you figure out whether you are traveling in the desired direction.

Decals on the floor and electronic signs above ensure you are on the right platform for your subway train in Kyoto. Can’t wait to ride the system in other cities.

The hand rings on the Kyoto subway cars are positioned at different heights for different sized humans.

To get to Nara from Kyoto on the JR system (which is tied to our rail passes) your choices are local or rapid (express) delineated by time. Stand on the circles on the platform for Local service and the Triangles for Rapid.

Everything aligns - destination names, train lines and platform numbers are communicated clearly in Japanese and English.

Green Class is the first class way to travel with reclining seats, big overhead compartments for suitcases and snack trolleys.

Shinkansen Hiraki pulling into Tokyo Station

One of the most powerful connections we share as a family is our love of Japanese food. More often than not when on the go and unable to decide, nothing settles hangry squabbles quite like a warm bowl of miso ramen or some wonderful salmon nigiri. That’s why it was such a treat to take a cooking class we found on AirBnB Experiences in Kyoto. We learned that the key to a great miso soup is making your own dashi stock by boiling kelp, remove just after boiling, simmer with bonito flakes and strain. Add either white miso (which is yellow), red miso (which is black) or basic miso (brown), silk tofu cubes and green onions and you have deliciousness in a bowl. We also made kabocha (Japanese pumpkin) with the dashi, soy sauce, and sugar. It was nerve wracking and satisfying watching Al and Z handling katana sharp knives quartering and peeling the edges off the squash. Rice is done via rice cooker and it was nice validation to hear that our classic number with the one button given to Richard and Ardene as a wedding gift is still much preferred by serious Japanese chefs over the fancy modern editions with so many buttons for white rice, brown rice, mochi and so on. Just be sure to wash the rice properly and add the right ratio of water to rice and you are good to go.

Other treats include cold soba (buckwheat noodles) and sushi.

Tamago is a Japanese omelet consisting of scrambled eggs, soy sauce, and sugar fried in a special pan and rolled with subsequent layers of egg added in.

Post noodle and gyoza bliss in Kyoto. Kyoto style includes this delicious miso gravy dipping sauce for gyoza (pot stickers)

146 yen a pop - $23 for sushi for the four of us.

Fatty salmon

Aji, or horse mackerel

Amazing revolving sushi at the Kyoto Station. Getaway day breakfast with amazing octopus, horse mackerel, salmon, tempura shrimp and tamago.

Prior to the year 710, Japanese emperors in the Yamato period would build new palaces every time there was a succession to prioritize their native territories. In 710 a new permanent capital was established at Nara featuring prominent Shinto shrines and a massive Buddhist temple complex, Todai-ji. Todai-ji is noteworthy as the world’s largest wooden building housing a bronze Buddha statue that is nearly 45 feet tall weighing in at 500 tonnes. The Daibutsu (or Great Buddha), is accompanied by many other monumental statues including the Kokuzo Bosatsu, or bodhisattva of memory and wisdom, the Komokuten or Lord of Limitless vision who serves as a guardian and the Tamonten, or Lord who Hears All. Tamonten is holding a pagoda to symbolize the storehouse of wisdom.

In 794 the capital was transferred to Kyoto where it would remain for nearly 1000 years. Some speculate this was due to bad luck associated with the Nara period such as flooding, fires and a small pox epidemic. In order to compete with the religious splendor that had been built up at Nara, two huge guardian temples were built on the east and west sides of the main entrance to Heiankyo (former name of Kyoto). The temple on the west side no longer exists but To-ji (which literally translates to East Temple) is a five minute neighborhood walk from our AirBnB property. To-ji features a five story pagoda that was originally built in the 9th century. It was occasionally burned or damaged by lightning strikes but earthquake resist as the vibrations were absorbed by the interlocked parts of the pagoda and dampened by the higher parts of the building. The form pictured below was built in 1644 and remains closed save for a few special religious ceremonies.

Founded in the 8th century concurrent with the establishment of the imperial capital at Nara, the Kasuga Taisha Shinto Shrine is a UNESCO World Heritage Site that was rebuilt every 20 years per Shinto tradition.

Kasuga Taisha Shinto shrine, Nara.

As with Fushimi Inari Taisha, Kasuga Taisha is a Shinto shrine distinguished by being surrounded by nature and adorned with hundreds of stone lanterns. One of Nara’s famous deer peeks out.

Sake barrels along the path from Kasuga Taisha to Todai-ji.

Gate at the entrance to Todai-ji, Nara.

The Daibutsu-den Hall, the largest wooden building in the world, was built to house the Daibutsu during the establishment of the imperial capital at Nara.

Purification washing found at the entrance of both Shinto shrines and Buddhist temples as seen here at Todai-ji.

Note the lotus flower stems at the left edge of Daibutsu

Daibutsu

Kokuzo Bosatsu is the bodhisattva of memory and wisdom.

Candle lighting, works for Buddhists, works for Orthodox.

Komokuten at Todai-ji, Nara.

Tamonten in Todai-ji. Compare the pagoda to To-ji and roof ornament to Sorin below.

Sorin pagoda ornament originally created for Expo 70 and now residing next to Todai-ji in Nara.

Lotus flower in the Hozo moat at To-ji, Kyoto

Stone lantern evocative of Shinto designs, Hozo moat at To-ji.

Modern practicality meets tradition for east temple access.

Buried stones reflects the earth, islands and mountains and are essential to a well-formed garden.

View of the Kondo as seen across Hyotan Pond in the gardens of To-ji

The Kodo, or lecture hall, was built around 835 but damaged by typhoons and earthquakes. It has been repaired several times, with the latest being 1491 which is reflected in the building seen above.

The Kondo is the largest structure at To-ji. The original hall was built in the 8th century but burned down in 1486 and reconstructed in 1603.

Every fiber of my being aches. From the top of my head to the soles of my feet. We covered 20,000 steps in oppressive 95 degree heat accompanied by outrageous humidity and throngs of families. We waited in lines, we bought food, we bought many sugar-powered drinks. There were souvenir cups, there were gift shops. There were legions of familiar characters ranging from Snoopy to Spider-Man.

It would be easy to chalk up today as crass consumerist chunk of red meat thrown to the children as a bride to get in shrines, castles and the inevitable Hiroshima Peace Park but there is something deeper beyond this ultra shiny caramel sweetened gloss. First the families, our neighbors for the day. This being travel it was fabulous to be in a predominantly pan-Asian setting watching multigenerational families picnic. Grandma manning the Minion fan and the families that meticulously coordinate their outfits is just awesome. Second the ability of the employees to thrown everything and I mean everything into their jobs made the day enjoyable. After all if they can continuously smile putting kid after kid on and off of rides, wipe down the rides, clean the park all without anything breaking down then I have no excuse for being cranky. Speaking of cleanliness, Universal Studios Japan sparkles. Every bathroom, restaurant, waiting area all were completely spotless, no mean feat considering the human traffic, consumption and humidity. Next Japanese characters got equal billing. For every Spidey and Harry Potter there was a Sailor Moon or an Evangelion. I took advantage of my time in line and portable WiFi to learn that manga (Japanese comics) are read by virtual every demographic and go back to the late 1700s in Edo period Japan.

Finally the rides. As someone who does a lot of business travel I would rather not volunteer to be violently jostled about in the name of amusement. But USJ just operates on another level. Harry Porter was a mash up of Soaring over California and Haunted Mansion with the added bonus of a Japanese speaking Ian McKellen. The bootsy, weezing dinosaurs of Jurassic Park provided snarky giggles until the bottom literally fell out and all that was left was the most hilarious reaction shot. But far and away the winner was the Evangelion ride. Take Space Mountain, set it in a near-distant future Tokyo during a robot invasion and add the most incredible virtual reality googles and you feel like an anime super pilot. Everything else know seems as quaint as the janky Zipper at your local county fair.

I need at least 5 years to recover before I can set foot in another theme park. And I think Nikki Okimoto Glaros is crazy motion sick. And as stated at the opening everything hurts. But USJ is just as entitled to the Japanese cultural landscape as To-ji because both are managed by the wonderful people who seem to have a knack to make every experience just that much better.

Entering Universal Studios Japan in Osaka

Fisherman’s Wharf, San Francisco Town, Universal Studios Japan

Sam Francisco Town, Universal Studios Japan

Amity Ville Jaws area, Universal Studios Japan

About to board our capsule on the Evangelion.

VR Google instructions on the Evangelion.

“I want to see the REAL Japan. You know, the one with all the screens everywhere.” Zoey has these opinions that cut right to the chase. Osaka is in many ways a perfect microcosm of the ‘real’ Japan. Bright neon lights of the Dotonbori Night Market, pop culture in the form of multi-story arcades with wannabe J-Pop boy band icons practicing for all to see on the latest dance video game, major samurai battles and fortifications, rivalry with Tokyo, Street food for days, subway hustle and bustle but oh so organized. Osaka is a feast for the senses - izakaya grilled seafood skewers with salmon skin and calms popping. Cross sections of the technicolor Pacific at the Kaiyukan Aquarium. Smells ranging from the musty brackish canal to the super sweet theme park caramel.

Lantern-lit canals of the Dotonbori in Osaka.

The wonderful Museum of Living and Culture recreates an Edo period village (circa early 1800s) inside an otherwise non-descript high rise offer tower. The village has simulated daybreak, noon, dusk and nighttime complete with festival fireworks that appear on a screen overhead. Note the similarities between the placement of these lanterns and those in the Dotonbori above.

Three guess what’s available at this Dotonbori restaurant. And just in case the size isn’t eye-catching enough, all the legs and pincers move.

Dotonbori, Osaka

You can’t stop the blockchain phenomenon, but you can profit off it by labeling mundane products like USB chargers as some how helping you get Bitcoin. Dotonbori, Osaka.

Dotonbori, Osaka

The layout of the Museum of Living and Culture in Osaka. The entry take you to a viewing platform above the village and the you descend a flight of stairs to walk the ‘streets’ below.

Al and Z rekindle their connection with the kedama, an Edo-period toy featuring a wooden ball that is connected via string to a multi-positioned handle used to catch a flipped ball using a variety of intricate techniques. The Kedama craze swept Edmonds during the summer of 2012.

‘Daytime’ at the Museum. We were very fortunate to connect with Nikki’s friend Sachiko who has lived in Osaka for over 30 years. Nikki and Sachiko attended the Chapman University Grad School Film Studies program together.

Alex and Sachiko pretend to retrieve water from the village well. At top is the traditional style rice cooker where a fire has to be curated below the pots of rice and boiling water.

Family pictures inside one of the houses of the nobility.

Summer is festival time in the village seeing the production of ingenious floats for a parade through town.

Sachiko explains about the traditional rain coat made from the fibers of the rice plant.

It was funny to see a rice cooker, the same vintage as the one we use at home, in a museum.

Hop on the Osaka Metro and walk through a busy business park past the offices of NHK (the leading TV station) to our next stop, Osaka-jo (Castle).

The outer most surrounding Osaka-jo

The approach to the castle gates

Each corner of the castle perimeter contained a lookout tower, or turret.

Tamon-Yagura Turret, one of four.

It was a steep climb to the top to view the museum inside the castle keep with temperatures well into the upper 90s.

The castle itself and the views were absolutely stunning. According to our Lonely Planet guidebook, Osaka-jo was built using the labor of 100,000 people in the late 1500s by Hideyoshi Toyotomi after a series of successful military campaigns to unify Japan. The present structure has undergone three restorations: the first in 1615 (following a conquest by Ieyasu Tokugawa who moved the capital from Kyoto to Edo (now Tokyo), then 1931 and 1997.

More Osaka - there’s just too much to fit in a single entry. Following our visit to Osaka-jo, we had a wonderful lunch of hamburger steak, shrimp tempura and rice and hopped back on the train to head to the port district of Tempozan to see the best aquarium ever, the Osaka Kaiyukan. To access the aquarium, we each bought special admission tickets at the Osaka Metro Station that included admission, discounts at our other stops, and unlimited trips on the metro for a 24-hour period. It made getting around the city super efficient.

The aquarium is massive; a necessity given the size of the exhibits housed inside.

The Osaka Kaiyukan Aquarium is located right alongside the port which features lots of attractions such as classic ships for cruising around Osaka Bay.

You enter the Kaiyukan through this amazing passageway that doubles as a tank with all sorts of sea creatures gliding past and above you.

There is a full scale replica of a temperate Japanese forest where it was nice and hot. Not exactly what we were after with outside temperatures deep into the 90s.

This was my favorite exhibit and the signature of the Kaiyukan. Simply labeled Pacific Ocean, this multi-story tank contained two whale sharks, numerous manta rays, giant trevally, horse mackerel, grouper, essentially a complete cross section of the pelagic species that call the Pacific home.

There was a room dedicated to jellyfish that was spectacular and otherworldly as some of the exhibits were outfitted with mirrors.

There was an arctic exhibit featuring seals that enjoyed making faces at the spectators.

Sign offering good advice at the ray and shark touch tank.

Giant Japanese Spider Crabs from the deep Pacific.

You can’t leave the Kaiyukan without trying a whale shark themed ice cream. There were also whale shark lattes where the baristas sketch a friendly character rendition of the whale shark into the frothy milk.

Some more exterior views of the Tempozan area.

This being Japan, there are cute characters everywhere. One such creation of Sanrio (home to the Hello Kitty syndicate) is Gudetama, the lazy egg. You really have to see this for yourself: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=evSBBeb2T0k

Gudetama has his own cafe in Osaka where we stopped for dinner.

Hiroshima was a lovely, peaceful respite after the fast paced activity in Osaka made all the more sweet by the delicious maple treats the region is known for and Nikki’s ancestral connection to Hiroshima prefecture. The city itself was completely rebuilt following the devastation of the atomic bomb and is very green, with wide freshly paved streets and bridges bisecting the major rivers (Ota-gawa, Takahashi, Ashida, and Oze). Hiroshima is on the Pacific side of Japan but Hiroshima Bay is buffeted by numerous surrounding islands including Miyajima and Shikoku.

Ushitahommachi, Hiroshima

Evening walk from our apartment in the Ushitahommachi neighborhood of Hiroshima.

Ota-gawa, Hiroshima

The Okonomura entertainment district near Ebisu-cho in central Hiroshima is well-known for lots of little cafes specializing in okonomiyaki, a Japanese soul food concoction with a crepe-like base layer, noodles, cabbage, egg, pork, special sauce and usually some seafood adornment like squid, shrimp or local Hiroshima oysters.

The crab franchise has reach into Hiroshima, but is rivaled by the local oysters and conger eel.

While stalking Pokémon after dinner we stumbled across these beautiful lanterns in one of the many green belts scattered throughout the city.

Bright lights of Okonomura, more manageable given Hiroshima’s relatively modest size of 1.1 million people.

Our apartment in Ushitahommachi, Hiroshima

10 minutes by ferry from the Miyajimaguchi Rail Station in Hiroshima is the island of Miyajima, home to the Itsukushima shrine known to be one of the three most classic views in Japan.

JR Ferry approaching to take us to Miyajima Island.

Queuing at the port across from Miyajimaguchi Station in Hiroshima.

The Itsukushima Shrine and coresponding torii gate were first constructed in the Heian period approximately 1400 years ago.

We visited during low tide, which exposed numerous shellfish and crabs along the muddy beach. We also got a good look at the pier-like construction of the shrine which seemingly floats during high tide. This was done deliberately as Miyajima island was sacred ground where commoners were only allowed to pray via boats that had passed under the torii gate.

One of the many buildings of the Itsukushima Shrine, with the beach exposed at low tide.

The sign discourages visitors from harvesting shellfish in proximity to the torii gate.

As with other Shinto shrines, lanterns dominate the perimeter and must surely put on an atmospheric show each evening.

Five story Buddhist pagodas represent stores of wisdom on Miyajima.

Buddhist guardian statue protecting the entrance to the temples on Miyajima. Note the incorporation of the Shinto torii gate into this Buddhist memorial.

Gardens in front of Buddhist temples on Miyajima. In Japan, shrines refer to Shinto buildings; temples refer to Buddhist ones.

Buddhists added their own temples and sacred moments to Miyajima during later periods.

Nikki and Al crossing the bridge wandering among the Buddhist temples on Miyajima.

The maple tree is a significant symbol of both Miyajima and Hiroshima prefecture as depicted on this artistic screen.

Strolling the market stalls in the port town of Miyajima.

The constant drone of cicadas has provided our summer soundtrack two years in a row in both Greece and Japan.

Cute characters are everywhere in Japan as illustrated by this sock shop in Miyajima.

Hiroshima and Miyajima are famous for oysters. Grilled oyster stands lined the streets.

As in Nara, deer approached us unafraid looking for snacks.

Approaching Miyajima Island via JR Ferry.

One of the signature sweets of Miyajima is the momiji manju or maple cake. Kit Kat, which is hugely popular in Japan, makes all sorts of local flavors including the Hiroshima maple.

When you say Hiroshima, the first thing that comes to mind is the dropping of the atomic bomb on August 6, 1945. As a citizen of the United States visiting the Hiroshima Peace Park, you cannot help but feel lied to. The narrative was always that the U.S. wrestled heavily with the decision to drop the bomb and did so reluctantly because it would save thousands of G.I. lives and end the war expeditiously. By August 1945, the war was all but won. Germany had been defeated and Japan was secretly reaching out to the Soviet Union to explore ways of ending the war. This would be for naught as the Soviet Union promptly declared war on Japan later that month and occupied Manchuria and North Korea.

So why drop these horrible weapons and subject hundreds of thousands of innocent women, children and the elderly to the horrors of radiation poisoning and intense heat generated by 16 kilotons of TNT? Some say it was due to the fact that the U.S. had invested so much in the Manhattan Project that its use was a foregone conclusion. Some say the U.S. wanted to show the Soviets what it was capable of. Some say revenge for Pearl Harbor and the atrocities committed by the Japanese military during the war. All I can say is that if the totality of World War II (all the blitzkrieg, the Holocaust, the mass incarcerations, refugees, civilian deaths and ushering in of the atomic age) represents that absolute nadir of the human experience, then the subsequent rise of Hiroshima from the absolute ashes to a very modern, thriving city whose politicians constantly lobby for global peace provide the counter weight. Rise and rebuild when faced with the utmost despair.

Americans have a moral duty to learn more of this story and to think more critically before subscribing to blind militaristic patriotism. Here are some resources to help:

https://www.amazon.com/Hiroshima-John-Hersey/dp/0679721037?crid=29JS4ADXQLMDV&keywords=hiroshima+by+john+hersey&qid=1534082447&sprefix=hiroshima&sr=8-1&ref=mp_s_a_1_1

https://www.amazon.com/Black-Rain-Japans-Modern-Writers/dp/1568364172?keywords=black+rain&qid=1534082493&sr=8-5&ref=mp_s_a_1_5

History of Japan Podcast: http://isaacmeyer.net/?s=Hiroshima+

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atomic_bombings_of_Hiroshima_and_Nagasaki

Walking into Peace Park past the Atomic Bomb dome, one of the few buildings that survived the nuclear attack on August 6, 1945.

A similar view from archival photos in the Hiroshima Peace Museum taken shortly after the nuclear attack.

Hiroshima Peace Park with freshly laid flowers to commemorate victims of the bombing in Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

The folding and leaving of paper cranes became synonymous with prayers for peace thanks to the story of Sadako Sasaki, a girl who was two years old at the time of the attack on Hiroshima. Sadako developed leukemia and was hospitalized at the age of 12 where during her stay began folding these cranes convinced that if she were to make 1000 of them, she might gather the strength to defeat her illness. She produced 644 cranes before becoming too weak to continue and succumbing to the disease.

A child’s tricycle, subjected to a 16 kiloton nuclear weapon. Today’s thermonuclear weapons are exponentially more powerful.

One of the first exhibits you encounter is this projection screen model of Hiroshima immediately before and after the bomb.

Seconds before the attack, this is what an aerial view of Hiroshima looked like.

Here we see the city enveloped in the nuclear explosion and subsequent firestorm.

Now the city is vaporized; all that remains is a sea of ash and decaying uranium isotopes.

In the aftermath of the attack, black rain began to fall. This was a storm system triggered by the mushroom cloud soaking the city in pulverized debris contaminated by radiation.

This chart details the effects of radiation on human beings.

Some highlights in the reconstruction of Hiroshima.

Hiroshima’s city politicians are very engaged in the international movement to stop the proliferation of nuclear weapons.

Exiting Peace Park. Hiroshima has clear rivers full of fish, newly paved streets, a vibrant commercial district, throngs of passionate baseball fans, and a firm grasp of its place in world history.

I don’t know what this stop means to my kids or how it will play out. I know Alex paused a long while watching the video testimonies of the survivors. I know Z went through the artifacts. I know Nikki has connected with her ancestral prefecture and wants to go back and spend more time. Hopefully the decision to travel as opposed to vacation or holiday is the right one.

How do you describe Tokyo? It is truly in the league of world class cities alongside New York and London. Fashion, trends, transport, worldliness, cuisine all the boxes here are ticked. It feels very wealthy, despite the fact that the economy is stagnating. It feels very young and hip, despite the fact that the population is shrinking and greying at one of the fastest rates on the planet. It is high tech and yet record shops, DVD sales and cash payments are prolific.

This is Shibuya Crossing, about 20 minutes by bus from where we are staying with the Kirtmans in Hiro-o and really the Tokyo most foreigners imagine.

This is Harajuku, which was nuts on a Saturday before the week-long Obon holiday period. Harajuku was jam-packed full of Chinese tourists, high and low fashion, dollar stores, eateries of every type and lots of humidity.

To beat the heat we ducked into a mediocre Mexican place because they had the air conditioner blasting and seating for nine. We made it work and laughed as they brought Khahlil and Mami’s chicken fajitas to the table, set them on fire and in the ensuing conflagration proceeded to melt the straws in our drinks. Pictured above are Micah, Asa, Zoey and Mira (aka the Oofa Gang, so named because of the dying noises made by one of the characters in their favorite video game) carrying on one of their multimedia chat text artistic imaginative funny jam sessions.

Al back at the Kirtmans enjoying some virtual reality googles. Khahlil bought these for the girls who played with them once.

Getting our bearings in Shibuya - Zoey, Nikki, Alex, Mira, Mami and Khahlil. Smartphone GPS is Tokyo is essential and yet useless the closer you get to the destination due to the density of the buildings.

We stood for a recorded version of the Japanese national anthem with a digital red Amiratsu and Mt, Fuji on the jumbo scoreboard in center field. We thumbed through our glossy menu filled with exciting snacks like takoyaki and melon soda with an ice cream bar stuffed in. Plastic Swallows helmets doubled as bowls for fried chicken. Ticket stubs were vital for every seat entry and exit. Rhythmic chanting reverberated, first from the third base left field side of Meiji Jingu Stadium when the visiting Giants were at the plate, then from the right field side to cheer on the home team Yakult Swallows. Every time the Swallows plated a run, each fan pulled out their lucky umbrellas and twirled them in coordinated celebration. We were greeted by a fireworks show and cheerleaders in kimonos in the middle of the 5th. The air was hot and heavy and the seats cramped but one of the last remaining stadiums to host Babe Ruth was the venue for a thrilling night of baseball. The Swallows built a four run lead off of timely hitting and a two run HR by Balentin, a Latin American import known affectionately to the fans as CoCo. The Giants emphatically answered with a 5 spot in the 8th only to surrender two in the ninth.

We had a quest getting back as we took a bus, got off on the wrong stop and hiked a mile and a half back to the Kirtmans. But with Pokémon in hand and eggs to hatch the kids were surprisingly upbeat despite being cranky about the heat all night. I think it felt good just to stretch our legs but in the end what a tremendous experience. Smaller field, tighter ball, quicker pace. Pitchers have to clean up their own messes going 120+ pitches. We even had two instant replays and a pickle down the third base line.

Entering Meiji Jingu Stadium, home of the Yakult Swallows.

Whenever there is a foul ball hit into the stands, a funny red alert warning siren plays throughout the stadium.

Swallows fans with umbrellas held high celebrate a run scored.

Al and Z pose with the Swallows mascot before the game.

Giants rally in the 8th.

The courtesy between Japanese home and visiting fans is inspiring. The stadium is divided into halves and when purchasing tickets you choose where you’d like to sit. The Giants side even features vendors selling Giants merchandise. During the top of the 7th the Swallows announcers play the Giants theme song giving all the visiting fans a chance to sign along and display their Giants Pride.

Scoreboard at the top of the 8th.

Our view, Gate 9, Section 37, Seats 29-32.

Swallows fans during the Lucky 7 (instead of the 7th inning stretch).

Highlights

Zoey received an alert on her Pokémon Go app that there was an event happening in Yokohama between August 10 and 15 that had special features for game players. The Kirtmans mentioned that if we were feeling up to it, Yokohama could be combined with a trip to Kamakura which has lovely beaches, gorgeous temples, fabulous history as the site of the first shogunate and is just an extra 25 minutes by train from Yokohama Station. Khahlil dropped us at Shinagawa Station and we were off.

Due to an earlier rail accident (!), the trains were running slightly off schedule. We tried to take advantage of this interval by seeing if we could figure out how to make a stand by appearance in the first class Green Car as this was supposed to be allowed by our rail passes. Our train arrived, we found the Green Car and we were off.

At the first stop (Kawasaki), two passengers showed up with reservations for the seats where Nikki and I were sitting. The kids were sitting behind us and were fine. We get to Yokohama next (total travel time 25 minutes) and we were greeted by throngs of Pokémon fans and displays.

Our first Poke Stop is the Cup Noodles museum which is 15 minutes by subway and foot. We buy our tickets (rail passes only cover the National and local JR lines), get to the platform and Alex starts to panic. Full on freak out. He has patted himself down and realizes he left his wallet on the train we took from Shinagawa. We retrace our steps and find the JR Information kiosk. We had already purchased our subway tickets and ask the subway agent if he can allow us to re-enter the JR part of Yokohama Station. He says that the protocol dictates he must first issue us a full refund for our unused tickets which he promptly does. We then cross back into the JR portion of Yokohama Station and find an Information Kiosk where the agent directs us in fluent English to the station’s lost and found. Along the way we retrace our steps back across our arrival platform and photograph the train we took so that we know the line name and train type as there are many different rail lines operating across the greater Tokyo area and indeed Japan (see below).

The lost and found agent speaks zero English. Thankfully the Information Agent had written in Japanese what had happened. Between that and the station iPad with the Google translate app we manage to provide Khahlil’s cell phone number in a report form, identify the train, and call the station at the end of the line to alert them. Now all that is left to do is wait. Japan is easily the best country in the world to lose something as it will inevitably be returned. This is evidenced by the fact that Al’s online banking app shows zero activity despite his debit card being in the wallet.

An hour into this process we hit the reset button (inside family softball joke) and decide that while Kamakura is out, we will still explore Yokohama. We were fortunate that Pokémon had brought us to the Minatomirai area which is a redeveloped part of the port dating from the 1990s that is quite lovely. Despite the heat, there is a stiff breeze blowing in from the sea.

Bridges span the way from the subway to the Cup Noodles Museum with the small rivers leading to Yokohama Bay, famous for hosting Commodore Perry’s expedition to establish trade relations between the US and Japan.

Cosmoworld is a nice sized amusement park in Yokohama right along the bridge in Minatomurai.

Office buildings, amusement parks and a working port - Yokohama has it all.

Despite its humble subject matter, the Cup Noodles Museum is an artistic gem in a beautiful building.

One of the many gleaming shopping destinations along the port of Yokohama.

The Cup Noodles Museum is jam packed with Poke fans and hungry families.

The Noodle Bazaar, featuring small noodle plates from around the world, was simply terrific.

The view across Yokohama Bay from the Cup Noodles Museum.

The Noodle Bazaar, where you can sample the best noodle dishes from all over Asia inside the Cup Noodles Museum.

Hawker Center style tables where you are assigned seats and get to freely wander food court style, by a ticket and for 300-500 yen (around $4) get a bowl of noodle goodness.

I went to ‘Indonesia’ for a delicious serving of Mie Goreng (stir fried shrimp and veggies topped with real nice crispy fried onion).

More of Yokohama Bay from the Museum’s balconies.

Panorama view inside the museum of the entire history of Cup Noodles.

Alex and Z in front of the noodles of the 2000s.

Noodles of the mid-1970s

Noodles of the 1980s.

If only we could get instant Laksa like this in the USA😭!

Momofuku Ando, the inventor of Cup Noodles.

Pan-Asian goodness now feeds around 100 million people per day for under $0.20 all with just a cup of hot water added.

Artistic display

Al and Z at a replica of Mr. Ando’s noodle laboratory.

The Red Brick Warehouse Park and Shopping Center

More beautiful buildings

Pokémon festivities everywhere

Pickachu takes over the malls

Really nice garden shop where Nikki found some cacti for Mami

Malls and Pokémon for days

Hassle free Green Car train back to Ebisu Station in Tokyo.

When I signed up for Journo, I neglected to read the fine print. There was a 15 day free trial period and after that you needed to switch to a monthly subscription. It took a few days to sort everything out but now I am back in business.

On the night of August 15 we had our farewell dinner with the Kirtmans. You could really feel fall closing in. The heat wave finally broke and Tokyo was very pleasant in the evening with a breeze, cloud cover and temperatures in the 80s. We went to a yakiniku restaurant that night which the kids absolutely adored because you have a grill embedded in your table and you cook your own meats and then eat them over a rice bowl with a variety of dipping sauces. Both Al and Z are absolute carnivores and have definitely acquired the taste for high grade Japanese beef.

Here’s the whole scene at the restaurant. At top, clockwise left to right you have Mami, Micah, Mira (hiding behind the ever-present Sumikko Gurashi mascot bear bear), Z (with Sumikko Gurashi fuzz), Asa (also equipped with a Sumikko stuffed animal), Alex, Nikki, myself and Khahlil. Below that you have the mandatory silly face pictures. The girls really bonded transforming into the self-appointed Oofa-gang, named after one of the noises their characters make in a video game they all play after said character’s untimely demise. The amount of constant giggling, chatting, texting (while even in the same room) provided a real summer camp vibe. Hopefully the girls stay in touch.

It is crazy to think that Khahlil and I have known each other for over 25 years. From French, Religion, Math and Science classes at St. Mary’s to Peace Child to now seeing our kids build friendships in Japan. It is wild to think how the photos above, and indeed even this whole experience was made possible by Peace Child. I met Nikki on the Peace Child tour to Hungary while during the same summer Khahlil was on his Peace Child trip to Japan. He went on to major in Japanese at Tufts University and the rest is history.

Japan is simultaneously both large and small being an island nation albeit on the size roughly of the state of California. It was important to me that the kids not only experience the fast-paced hustle and bustle of the cities but experience the countryside as well. Our rail passes afforded us the perfect opportunity to do this in Hokkaido, the northern most island in the Japanese archipelago that occupies around 20% of Japan’s land mass with around only 5% of it’s population. But you still gotta work to get there. Our entry point was the city of Hakodate, which has a direct Shinkansen link with Tokyo served by the Hayabusa, the fastest train in Japan clocking in around 200 miles per hour. Below is a screen shot of our itinerary on August 16:

Shinkansen Hayabusa gets you to Hakodate, where you take two more trains (progressive smaller and slower in a dramatic way) in order to reach Kutchan, which is the largest station with the most amenities where we could then take a taxi to our accommodations in the village of Hirafu. We found this place because Hirafu and Kutchan are part of something called Niseko United which is a complex of world class ski resorts that is trying to branch out in the summer season. I found a fly fishing guide, hiking and onsen opportunities around Niseko and figured we’d have an adventure.

The interior of the Hayabusa train. Our rail passes allowed us to visit any JR train station and reserve seats (provided they were available) in the first class Green Car section pictured above.

Information card found in every seat back on the Hayabusa. Note the instructions to be considerate of your fellow passengers. This was definitely observed throughout the journey. Nikki and constantly felt like we were telling the kids to lower their voices, though to be fair they were generally great about occupying themselves via online games, books or movies. We had with us a pocket Wifi device which came in extremely handy save for Hokkaido’s mountain and underwater tunnels.

One of my absolute favorite things about rail travel in Japan are the amount of food choices available to you, either at the train stations or via the food carts that are on the trains themselves. Here is the bento meal Nikki procured for me at Tokyo station. Note the presentation and packaging:

Unwrap the bento and you find disposable bamboo chopsticks, a toothpick, an o-shibori (which is like a wet handy wipe to clean yourself before eating) and in this particular case a tamago omelet over rice, Japanese pickles, pork cutlet or tonkatsu, cold noodles with tomato sauce. Everything was delicious all for around Y1000 or $10.

After approximately 5 hours on the Hayabusa, we arrived at Shin-Hakodate Hokuto station where we had about a 20 minute layover before our next train, the Super Hokuto.

Super Hokuto train arriving into Shin-Hakodate station.

Green car inside the Super Hokuto train. Smaller and less fancy than the Hayabusa but still nice.

One of the many great train station snacks we procured at Shin-Hakodate Hokuto Station- scallop flavored potato chips. Hokkaido has world class seafood and these flavors are everywhere. They are delicious.

The Super Hokuto track follows the outline of Uchiura Bay along Hokkaido’s Pacific Coast. You are so close to the sea that the rocking of the train gives the impression you are on a boat.

Our final connection was made at Oshamambe Station, which was unstaffed and merely consisted of two platforms and a covered walkway/waiting area. Here we boarded the JR Hokkaido local to Kutchan Station. As you can see from the photo of Al and Z below, no reservations required here.

This is Hirafu Station taken from the JR Hokkaido local. Despite the fact that we were staying in Hirafu we did not disembark here but rather continued on one more stop to Kutchan. Most of these JR Hokkaido local stations are extremely small and lack services such as station agents, buses or taxis. Kutchan acts as the region hub because it is central to Niseko, Kutchan and Hirafu.

After nearly 8 hours, three trains, and a 15 minute cab ride we arrived at our cabin (dubbed the Woodpecker) in Hirafu’s East Village Izumikyo 2. The weather was extremely rainy and at 60 degrees almost 30 degrees cooler than what we had been dealing with.

To warm up and recover from such a long journey we braved the elements and walked down to Tsubara Tsubara, our local soup curry joint with the tatami mats, delicious fried chicken wings and Japanese curry soup with meatballs or pork.

In a typical year, the Niseko area of Hokkaido receives around 15 meters of snow falling in near constant fashion from December to April before giving way to spring rains. The amount and powdered nature of the snowfall is thanks to Hokkaido’s proximity to Siberia. There are reminders everywhere such as this sign near the Niseko Alpen Hotel in Hirafu.

I had five solid hookups landing a nice 8 inch cherry trout

The skiing links are so strong that Kutchan (part of the series of towns compromising the Niseko area, is sister cities with St. Moritz Switzerland as depicted in this manhole cover).

What is truly unique about Hokkaido is how the intense snowfall gives way to lush greenly and massive vegetation through the spring and summer. This photo shows the cabins across the street from Woodpecker in our Izumikyo 2 village section of Hirafu.

Out in the countryside under extreme weather conditions you find some truly unique takes on the Shinto torii Gates and shrines.

Prior to my fishing trip, I paid a visit hoping for some good luck. I found Niseko Fly-Fishing on the internet and booked a day with Hugo. http://niseko-flyfishing.com

The original plan was for the four of us to go - a half-day beginners course for Nikki and Z and a full day chance for some of Japan’s indigenous cherry trout for Al and I. Mother Nature has other ideas. Thanks to a heavy storm system just prior to and during our arrival, the rivers were running high and fast. Nikki, Al and Z wisely set an alternative itinerary to take advantage of the rail passes to spend the day in Sapporo while I embarked on what was to be one of the most physically demanding fishing experiences of my life.

Shinto shrine minutes from our cabin in Izumikyo, Hirafu, Hokkaido, Japan.

After a solid day of rain Thursday and grey skies Friday, it was glorious to finally get a good look at Mt. Yotei (a stratovolcano) in the full sunlight.

Hugo picked me up in his Nissan four wheel drive and we set off.

I took screen shots of the locations where we fished.

Our first stop was a dammed portion of the river with too much water.

This was adjacent to a buckwheat field. Farmers grow the buckwheat to harvest and mill into flour that can be made into soba noodles, a cook and refreshing summer treat.

There are several things that make Hokkaido fly fishing truly challenging. It is almost all dry fly fishing as the rivers are typically shallow and fast. The fly has to float on the very top of the surface else the trout ignore it. This means constantly reapplying floatant and drying the fly off. There are snags everywhere in the form of rocks, limbs and branches thanks to the nonstop vegetation. The currents are extremely variable. Channels, eddies, seams and pools converge then separate multiple times within the span of a few feet.

This little guy is better equipped to traverse the slick rocks of Hokkaido’s streams than I was in my waders.

I had five solid hookups landing a nice 8 inch cherry trout. As the footing was treacherous and I was full with fly rod and fish I did not want to risk dropping my phone so no pictures.

For our second stop we headed towards the west coast of Hokkaido.

This is where you park to access the Shiribetsu-Gawa (gawa is river in Japanese).

The second you leave your car and gear up things get very wild. This is brown bear country and our guide Hugo has a large enough bell to warn of our presence in the bush that is somehow delicate enough to avoid spooking the fish.

You scale down a ten foot cliff that is heavily vegetated with eight foot tall weeds in waders all while carrying a delicate seven and a half foot four weight fly rod.

All your approaches need to be crouching or kneeling because the water is so clear. Everything is fast, wet, and slippery. Cast mend pickup move. The strikes are decisive and yet if you are a half seconds late the fish is gone.

The whole thing was like a dream. Fishing with my French guide from the Pyranees, Hugo and his friend from Monaco Marco here we were in the wilds of Japan speaking French chasing incredibly elusive fish in super fast water that was 2-3 feet deep and 15 feet wide.

Daylight and petrol slipping away it is time to head back to Hirafu.

Driving back we stopped to capture this amazing site. Five times a year the Mt Yotei stratovolcano wears a cloud hat, sign of a proper winter full of exceptional skiing to come.

On the roads of Hokkaido courteous motorists flash high beams to one another to warn each other of prefectural police speed traps.

It is amazing that 3 trains and 8 hours are all that separate this from the hustle and bustle of Shibuya Crossing.

Our Woodpecker cabin with Mt Yotei in the background.