Hiroshima...Here We Come

After stopping by the hotel to pick up our bags, we headed back out to catch the shinkansen to Hiroshima. Our departing station was Shinagawa, which felt very new and modern. We left enough time to grab some dinner since we would be on the train for around five hours. I picked up an ekiben (bento made for train stations) with a variety of little nibbles.


D is not a fan of bentos since he likes his food hot. Therefore, he had spring rolls, which are supposed to be cold, along with some other goodies.

This is the mocha bun that I brought along from Johan.

A single coffee bean capped the light and airy top, and inside was a moist mocha filling. I've never had anything like it before.

I was concerned about catching the correct train, but it was not a problem. Hyperdia had told us which platform to wait on, and our transfer went smoothly.


All the trains were right on time. I read somewhere that the average delay over the last year was around 30 seconds!

Even though eating is allowed (and encouraged...they sell food on the train), the trains are very clean. They do a thorough cleaning job between routes.

The train conductors and the women selling snacks all bow to the occupants of the car of the train upon entering and leaving.

D pointed out Mt. Fuji when we passed by. I would have probably missed it. (It doesn't appear this close...I zoomed in).



Sunset.

It was a nice, relaxing ride. I especially appreciated being off my feet for five hours after all the walking. My brother in law K was able to pick us up at the station just before 9 p.m. We chatted with my sister and K for a bit and had our first good, full night's sleep.