Today didn’t get off to the most fabulous start, as we got a bit turned around getting to Kyoto Station. As much as we love Kyoto, we have not had as much success with navigating public transport here as we’ve had in Tokyo and Osaka. For starters, there is more reliance here on the bus service, which we have not yet figured out. There is a subway, but it doesn’t have as much coverage of the city and there is much less information in English. We were spoiled in Tokyo and Osaka.
Anyway, we eventually got to Kyoto Station only to find that Hiroshima was a very popular destination and we couldn’t get on a shinkansen for another hour or so. Kind of a big deal, because Hiroshima is about an hour and 40 mins away from Kyoto on the shinkansen, so it really cut into our Hiroshima time. Even then, we could only get unreserved tickets (i.e. no guarantee of a seat) and we ended up standing for a good 30 mins of the journey.
Once we got to Hiroshima, we went straight to the JR office to book reserved seats on the return shinkansen that night. Bit of a wait but worth it. Couldn’t imagine the kids gracefully accepting the need to stand for an hour and a half after a day of walking around.
Hiroshima was really sunny and warm. Our JR passes gave us free use of the hop on-hop off bus around the major landmarks in Hiroshima, so we took advantage of that and went straight to the A-bomb dome.




On 8.45am on 6 August 1945, the first atomic bomb to be used against humankind exploded about 600 metres over Shima hospital in Hiroshima. Nothing remained of the hospital, but a skeletal frame of the Hiroshima Prefectural Commercial Exhibition Hall stood nearby and it was decided to keep it as a memorial. It is known as the A-bomb dome. You will be able to see the reinforcing work that has been done over the years to keep the structure standing.
This is what it looked like before the bombing:

Now, like all the Hiroshima landmarks and memorials, the focus there is very much on ‘this must never happen again’ – seeking a ban on nuclear weapons and promoting peace.



We sat next to this fountain to eat some lunch and ended up folding cranes with a lovely Japanese lady for a while.

This is the nearby Memorial Tower to the Mobilized Students. To make up for a labour shortage due to the war, the Japanese government had enacted the Student Labor Force Act – requiring students in middle school and above to work in munitions factories and doing building demolition (to create fire-breaks). A lot of those students were in Hiroshima city doing that kind of work on the day of the bombing. Of the 8,400 students in the upper level schools in Hiroshima, about 6,300 died on the day of the bombing.




The goddess of peace stands at the front and 8 doves are featured around the tower. The colourful hangings you can see in the photos are strands of hundreds of origami cranes stacked on top of one another.


Next we crossed the Motoyasu Bridge – damaged but not destroyed in the bombing.

This is the Children’s Peace Monument – in memory of all the children who died as a result of the atomic bombing.




Originally it was inspired by Sadako Sasaki. She was 2 when the bomb fell, quite near her home, but she survived. However, she was exposed to radiation and later developed leukaemia and she died age 12. Her classmates were inspired to call for a memorial to all children who died as a result of the atomic bomb – again the focus is a call for peace.
We moved through the Peace Memorial Park to the Hiroshima National Peace Memorial Hall. This is a lovely, peaceful place to mourn the victims and think about peace. You walk down a spiral slope counter-clockwise – the impression is intended to be that you are travelling back in time to when the bomb exploded. The main room you arrive in is circular and all around the wall surface is projected the bombed cityscape – so you view the city as if standing in the hypocentre shortly after the bombing. 140,000 tiles make up the wall surface – the number of atomic bomb victims as at Dec 1945.
In the next room, photos and names of atomic bomb victims are displayed. You can look up individual victims if you know their names.
Then we went to an area where a film was playing. It was an account of the stories of three girls who died in the bombing. Two from the perspective of their families, as the girls died instantly. One though, was in the child’s own words, as she died a few days later. It was absolutely gutwrenching. She talked about being at school on a nearby island with two of her friends when they saw the parachutes and ran closer because they thought they were “pretty”. Then they saw a bright light that blinded them. They all survived the initial blast but as they tried to make their way towards help, her two friends died. She talked about feeling rain on her face, and drinking it – then throwing up blood later. It was the ‘black rain’ – mud, dust, soot and radioactive materials from the explosion. Poor old Maeve lost it at that stage. I think we all had tears at various times that day.
We took a walk outside in the sun for a while and then went to the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Museum. As well as telling the story of the development of the atomic bomb, the background to the decision to use it against Japan, the process of selecting target cities, what happened on the day and thereafter as a result of the bombing, and the ongoing use and development of nuclear weapons in the world, the museum also has exhibits on Hiroshima’s history – before and after the bombing.
The museum also collects and displays belongings left by the victims, photos and other items that convey the horror of the event. Clothing worn by victims on the day of the bombing. Glass bottles fused together by the heat. Photos of shadows of people on concrete walls or steps – indicating exactly where they were when the bomb went off. A little tricycle owned by a wee boy who died. Roof tiles melted by the heat (the surface temperature was 6000 degrees C).
And the photos of victims. Dear God. We didn’t let Maeve see that part of the exhibit.
You will have noticed that there are no more photos after the Children’s Peace Monument. That’s because we stopped taking them. You’re allowed to take photos in the Memorial Hall and the Museum, but it just didn’t seem right. We didn’t want to. I understand that they want to get the message out – never again – and that they don’t want what happened to be forgotten, but we’ll just remember it our way. People did take photos, but to us it just felt crass and inappropriate. Each to their own.
We were pretty wrung out at this point. Emotionally shattered. So we headed across the park to a place I’d heard about that had gluten-free options. We ate there outdoors and sat and people-watched for a while. Maeve was very happy with her food:

We rode the bus around one more time and then headed for the station to await our shinkansen. Maeve and Morgan were excited to see a shinkansen that was a different colour – and possibly more pointy.


Got back to Kyoto pretty late. Got a shot of the Kyoto Tower all lit up.

Tomorrow we’ll be around Kyoto.