Star Wars Makes

While I have so many more things to say about Japan 2025, since we've been back in Australia for a whole month now (WHAT!?) we are going to take a break and talk about sewing. 

If you are new here, sewing makes up about 80% of the blog posts here. If it's not your thing, I'm not at all offended if you unsubscribe now (though you will miss upcoming Japan stuff I guess...). For those who have been hanging out for it, even though I tried my best to keep sewing all through Japan, (see here, here and here): the sewing is back! 

Steve was super surprised that I wasn't instantly at my sewing machine the moment we got back. It took a good week before I had the fabric out. I think I was still coming to terms with being back in Australia, but my to do list of sewing is so very long right now. I really wanted to start on a bit of an experimental dress project that had been ruminating in my head, but I had to start with smaller things that actually had deadlines. 

So I made birthday presents for my nephews. These boys are both born in October. I had picked up some on sale Star Wars print at Spotlight in March just before we left with the intent to make Hugo a button up shirt. When I laid it out, I was pretty sure I could also squeeze out a pair of shorts for Archie as well. 

There was some very strategic cutting and a little bit of piecing to make it work, but I did it. As always, the Sycamore Shorts is a quick and straightforward sew. Hugo's Oliver and S button up was a little more complicated. I had the buttons in my stash and I added on theme patches to both for some extra fun. 

Fun and simple sewing to get back into the zone. And since I did so much careful cutting and piecing, this was a very minimal waste project. Got to be happy with that. 

Home to Australia

Sooner than we could have imagined possible, we found our six months over. Even though we had enjoyed our Osaka time, getting there had been a bit of a slog. I think it was the realisation that the end was near combined with the reality of packing all the stuff to leave Hiroshima. Our mood getting into Osaka had been a mix of grumpy and sad, but we'd ended up having such a great time (Expo and Sumo!) that it had really turned around for us. 

Then we really packed our bags one final time and prepared for home. The girls were happy as could be. Even a day of having to juggle suitcases and kill time before heading to the airport didn't phase them. They were ready. 

I think I was ready, but also so very not ready. I was ready to give up living out of a suitcase, and ready to have an oven again. Not ready to say goodbye to the trains though. Not ready to stop bowing to people to say thanks to them. Not ready to say goodbye to kimono in the shops, a convenience store on every corner and a ridiculous mascot for every city. 

But there we were. At the cross over point of coming and going. First thing to do at the airport was weigh our bags. They were about 10ks over. We could have juggled things around and added to our carry on, but in the end it was quicker and less stressful to pay $30 for the extra allowance. We may have celebrated that decision with our last Mister Donut of Japan. 

That job done, we killed some time by playing a round of D&D at the airport. Never would I have thought I'd be doing that in my life. Then it was lines for bag drops and security checks. Compared with flying out of Osaka in 2024, where we spent an hour and a half in the check in line and then another full hour getting through security only to have to run for our plane, this was relatively painless. We got through with about an hour to spare before departure, so Steve even had time for a beer. I had time to try to use up all our yen buying every variety of Kit Kat the airport Lawson had to offer. 

Walking onto the plane, some random Aussie students decided to join our selfie. 

Night time plane flights are pretty standard as far as things go. I think I got about four hours sleep. Rachel again, got the most, Sophie, probably the least. Brisbane airport was busy, but we were fine to take our time finding all the bags and getting in the lines to get out. I thought I'd cry when I saw Maria waiting for us (she certainly did), but no tears yet. 

We managed to get everything in the car and were off home. Appreciating the big blue sky of Australia. Perfect weather to come home to. As we pulled into our street, I could see the red flowers of the bottle brush trees in full bloom while Steve marvelled at the wide road space with actual nature strips and footpaths. I cried when I saw our neighbours out waiting to welcome us home again. So much love. 

That first day and week home passed so quickly and with a huge amount of surreal. Steve went to the doctor for a check up on his hand (all clear, praise God!) and a hair cut. We hit Aldi for the first basic shop, struggling to think of how to buy groceries for anything more than two days since that's really all we catered for in Japan. The girls reconnected with their street friends and were out of the house at the creek more than they were home. I unpacked everything and cleaned the house. We had a street party, saw family and got back to work. 

There was joy and adjusting. Lots of stories to tell (the girls go to stories are catching the puffer fish (Rachel) and beating the sumo (Sophie)) Steve and I struggle more with what to share out of so much that happened. I have had the hardest time adjusting back. There is something I just love so much about Japan. As part of our visa requirement, we can't return to Japan for six months now. We actually had to sign forms at the airport saying so. I could certainly have cried then. But we will be back. I don't know when, but I do know that. 

Thanks for coming on the journey with us. 

Osaka World Expo

I honestly don't know where to start for this post: Osaka Expo. Wow. 

Gundam Pavilion

We were there pretty late in the season; with only a month to go so many people were lining up to get in. We had booked tickets for a 9am entry slot, and were there in the line at 8:30. We could also see people there at 8:30 lining up for their 10am entry, and the 11am as well. Inconceivable! Lots of Japanese people were well prepared with portable seats they could use when they were in lines so they didn't have to stand as they waited. 

So many of the pavilions had a booking system so they could control the number of people coming through, while others just had lines out front. Some had a mix, like the Nordic Circle Pavilion, which opened a "walk in" slot at 2:30 as we happened to be passing by. Lucky I guess, but then we were pretty underwhelmed with what we saw there. 

Lanterns in the Vietnam Pavilion

What we could see everywhere else though, was fascinating and cool. Amazing to see the number of countries represented, the architecture of the site as well as all the buildings. Because we had the 9am entry, we did manage to enter a number of pavilions early on, but after about 10:30, it was lines of an hour or more, if you were lucky. 

Tree of Harmony in the Malaysian Pavilion

We knew it was going to be pretty busy, so we didn't mind it. Instead we just took our time walking around and seeing what we could from the outside. I guess I don't know what to write for this post because mostly, the photos speak for themselves. 

Expo grand ring on the right - huge!

There were several Commons buildings which housed a number of smaller countries. Walking through these was actually a highlight for me, because each country had so much culture and handicraft on display. Amazing to see! 

Resting space

Expo from on top of the grand ring

I also loved seeing so many countries of people that I now knew, thanks to the seven week long training course I'd done back in July. How great when all these countries can come together for something. That we are all unique and individual, but our differences can be celebrated and used to help each other. Oh how that is my prayer for our world today. 

I got my last round of takoyaki (octopus balls) there, which were delicious. Myaku Myaku, the Osaka Expo Mascot is possibly the weirdest thing that Japan has ever come up with. We also saw people dressed in Myaku Myaku inspired outfits through out the day, including a lady in kimono with Mayku Myaku on her obi. 

We spent some of the day making sure we spun all the Pokestops at Expo, and got the stamps for each. This was a bonus Pokemon Go feature for everyone playing at Expo which was pretty cool. 

Pokemon themed displays that were the Pokestops. Fun!

I haven't talked much about the stamp culture, but in Japan, most train station and loads of tourist sites (like the castles) have an old school ink stamp you can get when you are there. Rachel had been collecting all sorts of stamps during our stay and was so excited to get the Expo ones for each country. She was a bit bummed she didn't have an actual stamp book, but we used what we had, which was her train stamp book from Tokyo. 

Anyway, we managed to last pretty well until about six, when we decided to split up. Sophie was so tired from late nights and early mornings that she needed to go home. Rachel was keen to stay with Steve and see the drone/lights show that happened between seven and eight. 

From on top of the grand ring at night. 

When Steve was leaving with Rachel, he noticed they had the number of atendees projected onto the train station building outside. Over 240 000 people had visited just that day. When he told me I said it's no wonder there was a line for the loos. Japanese public transport still remains so superior to the rest of the world, because there was no wait for the train home and Steve and Rachel even had seats on this super cute deer theme train. 

I have to say, my expectations for expo had been pretty low, especially since my parents had been the week before and told me it was so busy and crowded and hot that they were unable to get into anything. But, we were so pleasantly surprised and really enjoyed what we did see. Hooray!

Sumo!

We were pretty keen on going to see sumo while we were in Japan. This national sport is so iconic and different that it just seemed like a must do. Unfortunately, the tournament in Tokyo only lasts three weeks and the locations in other cities (Nagoya and Osaka) didn't match our time line. We did our research and attempted to get tickets, but they sold out in about an hour of opening. 

You could get resale tickets from sites like Klook, but they were easily four times the price, and for a back row seat, it just didn't seem worth it. It seemed like our chance was over and we just had to be content with the sumo we saw back in May at a local festival. By chance, my friend David travelled around to Osaka and told me about a sumo show he saw there. 

The Sumo Hall Hirakuza Oaska put on a sumo show experience that was as good as we were going to get. We only had two and a bit days in Osaka before we flew home, but I was pretty determined to fit it in. We booked a night session that included a bento dinner to enjoy while you watched. 

The show had an introduction section (explaining the rituals and history), sumo training and a match. The training was impressive, since the sumo are so flexible. Then they had people from the audience "fight" the sumo. The whole thing was very staged, but it was oh so fun. When they announced at the start that people from the audience could sign up for the raffle to fight the sumo, Sophie leapt up immediately and joined the line of men who were putting their names down. 

We enjoyed the show thinking it was pretty unlikely Sophie would be chosen, but lo and behold, her number was drawn from the box! It was hilarious! 

Sumo getting ready for their match.

They took her and three other guys back stage to get ready (into ridiculous, puffy sumo suits) and then the competition began. The three men went first, each choosing a sumo to fight and before being thrown to the ground. When the second guy went down, I turned to Steve and said: "Sophie's going to win this." 

Sophie got up and they asked her name and where she was from. The cheer from the crowd when they heard Australia was huge. She was quite cautious at the start of the match, but the sumo she fought was so fun and great with her and the crowd was cheering so much, soon she was pushing away to try to knock him down. You can watch the video here. 

Rachel's reaction when the match ended was pretty fabulous. 

We were pretty proud of our Sophie for getting up and giving it a go. What a way to finish up our time in Japan! 

This is the story she tells everyone when they ask how was Japan and what was the highlight. 

Got to say, it was a pretty big highlight for me too. So fun! 

Wrapping Up Hiroshima

For those paying attention and playing along at home, yes, we are actually back in Australia, but I'm still wrapping up Japan posts! Bear with me, there aren't too many to go (I think).

After the week of touring around Hiroshima with my parents (I really do feel like we saved up most of the Hiroshima highlights to do with them and then smashed them out quick smart), we had about five days left in Hiroshima, and just over a week left in Japan. Most of our Hiroshima list was done, and we weren't feeling particularly energetic about trying to find new things. Even though it was our "last few days", we were also just doing life. 

Pretty much the only thing the girls really wanted to make sure they got one last go at was karaoke. I love how confident they are and how much they enjoying singing along now. I think we will miss our karaoke sessions in Australia. 

The other thing they did was a live call in to their school in Australia to compete in the Talent Show Finals with their Soran Bushi Dance. They had recorded their entry when we were in Shodoshima, and were so proud to have made it through to the finals. 

It was pretty high energy, getting the house ready and sorting out how to do the video call and sync up the music etc. They were so excited by it all, and getting to see the whole school on the other side of the video. They didn't place and were bummed to not be able to see their friend's performances, but still had a great time. You can watch their audition video from the beach of Shodoshima here. 

Steve worked late for most of the week and took Friday afternoon off early so we could go to a brewery that was just a couple of train stations down from us. The Sakurao actually do whiskey and gin. We were hoping for a sake brewery, but just had to take what we could get at this point in our trip. Steve did do a sake tasting earlier in Hiroshima, so we didn't completely miss out. The brewery tour was pretty interesting, and I did taste the gin and whisky the offered us at the end, but I'm still not much of a fan. 

We went to the local onsen (again, sans kids) for an evening which was so fantastic. I love onsen, but have never been to an onsen that was so busy! There were so many families, but also (in the girls side at least) loads of pairs or groups of friends just sitting around the baths chatting away. It was so busy and social. It was also probably the biggest that I've been to, with several indoor baths as well as a number of outdoor ones. We walked home very relaxed that night. 

All the packing that we did was less relaxing. I kept oscillating between sad to leave and (catching the girls excitement) happy to go home. Watching our bags stack up with all the stuff was so daunting too, and it made everything seem that much harder. There was lots of "Why did we book extra time in Osaka?" kind of thoughts, since the girls were so ready to just go home. Also: "Is it even going to be worth it anyway?" thinking about what we had planned and if we could find the energy to put other things in. Steve was so stoic through my emotional ups and downs, and even the girls just kept being positive about it all. 

The last night we were in Hiroshima, there was a local Autumn Yukata Festival on at the main shopping street (Coin Street). It was fun to wander up and down the busy street seeing lots of people in traditional clothes and hearing performances from a number of different groups, some on traditional instruments others not. 

I was going to include our 3ish days in Osaka in this post too, but what we ended up doing was way bigger and more action packed than we anticipated, so I'll pop it in a seperate post. Stay tuned; the end is near! 

Hiroshima Family Visitors

The second half of our time in Hiroshima began with a final round of visitors from Australia. This time, my parents flew in to actually stay with us for a whole week. They had wanted to come earlier in our stay, but their own travel plans gave them very few options. 

The first few days they were here were very rainy. Lots of night time downpours and then on and off during the day. We managed to get home from Hiroshima station with all the luggage safely, but the next day was not as smooth. A huge storm in the night, which woke us up at 2am when lightning cracked across the sky and the sound echoed off all the mountains around us put the whole region on landslide alert. There wasn't any immediate risk, but the update notifications made sleep pretty tricky. 

On top of that, sometime in the morning a tree came down on the main train line and Steve's way into work was actually out for the entire day. I had been planning on taking my parents and the girls out to a transport museum, for the day, so it wasn't a huge problem for Steve to work from home. What was a factor though, was that since the main train was out, everyone who usually caught that had switched to the smaller line, so the wait time was enormous. 

We did join the line for a while before aborting and going the opposite direction to a department store shopping area. Definitely not my activity of choice, but in an effort to be out of the house and away from the train, the options were slim. 

We walked through an area apparently famous for kendama (a Japanese traditional wooden cup and ball game). Kendama mascots everywhere, and the manhole covers also reflecting the kendama icon. At the shops the girls got new school shoes since they had both grown out of the ones we bought with us from Australia. I don't know if any of Sophie's Australian clothes will fit when we return. My mum got various things from shops for people, but mostly we just bummed around killing time though. 

The next day we again tried to get to the transport museum only to find (after an hour of train travel) that it was closed! I don't think I will ever understand the way Japanese businesses decide to randomly close midweek. We again pivoted to a shopping alternative, since we'd already come north of Hiroshima, and I took my parents to a second hand store called Book Off, where my dad found a good quality train for his set up at home. At least the train trip out was fun, seeing the mountains and rivers of Hiroshima from a different view. 

That afternoon we came back home via Hiroshima City because my Uncle from Sydney had decided last min to fly in and join us for the week! He must have loved his visit to Tokyo in June so much that he had to come back again before we left. 

The next day, Steve took some time off work and all of us met on the train and took the ferry over to Miyajima for the day. Again, the weather was cloudy and threatening rain, so not the best. The heat and humidity were also quite high. This was my first visit to Miyajima though, and I really enjoyed it. 

It turns out my Pa-pou (grandfather) had been stationed here after World War 2 for 18months, on guard duty and helping with the clean up. My mum has pictures of him (her dad) at these very statues in uniform. 

The island has lots of little shops and things to see down by the shore. I wish the weather had been better, because I was keen to go on the ropeway up to Mt Mizen and then walk back down through the forest, but it really wasn't worth it with all the clouds and the walk in the heat wouldn't have been fun. Instead we wandered around dodging the occasional deer and enjoying the food. Steve had some beer from Miyajima Brewery and the rest of us had momiji (maple shaped and flavoured cakes) with red bean, ice cream and strawberries. 

The next day was Saturday, and we met in town to visit the Peace Park, Hiroshima Castle (rebuilt after WW2) and generally wander. Thinking about what is happening in the world and seeing the destruction of this building (known as the Atomic Dome) preserved after the nuclear bomb was dropped on Hiroshima in 1945, was pretty confronting. Are we as people destined to just repeat the cycle of war again and again? Will we always be sweeping away the rubble after the destruction to rebuild? 

There are no real answers, and I hope the answer is that we will learn from our past. In the grounds of Hiroshima Castle, there is a eucalyptus tree that survived the bomb and is still growing, 80 years on. So I guess there is life to come. 

My parents and I have all been to the museum in the Peace Park before, and were not keen to relive the experience. I also didn't want to take the girls in, since I remembered finding it a bit scaring when I went as a 17 year old in 2003. Steve and Yianni went in and the rest of us went home via a hobby shop so Dad could get some specific train tracks for his set. 

We finally managed to get to the transport museum the next day, which was fun. The kids areas were probably aimed at some slightly younger kids than ours, but still enjoyable. Our last day together had the best weather yet, and we took a train south, just over the boarder to Yamaguchi Prefecture to visit the Kintaikyo Bridge at Iwakuni. This was a recommendation from someone Steve worked with and it was so cool. 

The bridge was fascinating to walk over, such unique construction and shape! On the other side, we took a cable car up the mountain and visited the small castle at the top with some lovely views. 

It was a smaller castle, but so cool on top of the mountain. The inside had been turned into a museum when it was rebuilt. This one was not destroyed in a war, but by order of the Shougan, who decided each prefecture only needed one castle. Seems ridiculous that a perfectly good castle would have been torn down like that. 

At the bottom was a snake museum with the White Snakes of Iwakuni on display. These are a mutation of the Japanese Rat Snake that are all white and non venomous. The museum was small but the snakes were cool. We beat the heat with some ice cream (after some agonising over the choice of flavour from the 50 options), and then had udon for lunch at a local restaurant. 

We were back at the station in time to beat a sudden downpour and say goodbye. It had been a short visit but we had done so much the time just flew by! 

Now there is only five days left of Hiroshima, and just over a week of Japan all up. The girls updated me on how many days to go every morning. Their excitement at going home was catching and I've started to feel more positive for home, rather than sad for leaving Japan. 

I will say though, that when I think about going back to work, it's a struggle. Starting again in Term 4 really gives the feeling of being behind the eight ball like no other. There will be so much to do, and so little time to do it. Will I even remember the student's names? Here's hoping, but that's a problem for future Paula.

Hiroshima

From the beginning, our time in Japan was loosely divided up into three parts: Tokyo, travel and Hiroshima. Even with three extra days in Osaka tacked on at the end before we fly out, Hiroshima really signalled the end was near for us. Time in Tokyo had played all sorts of tricks on us, slow and fast at different times and then suddenly over at the start of August. The weeks of traveling around and exploring new parts of Japan were more steady, but so action packed that they flashed by. 

As we took the shinkansen to Hiroshima I was all kinds of emotional. Not only wrestling with the "Japan is nearly over" feeling, but also getting my head around a month in a new city. Was Hiroshima the right place to finish our trip? It was so much smaller compared to Tokyo; would we have enough things to do? Was our new house going to be ok for Steve to work in, or would we have to come up with another solution for that? 

So much unknown. I tried to rest knowing it would all work out (God is good, all the time!), but it was tough. Made tougher when we got off the shinkansen and as we were going down the escalators, realised that Rachel had left both her wallet with train pass and water bottle on the shinkansen. It was now speeding off to Hakata. I was confident we could get it back, but the first step when I talked to the person at the information desk was: "Please call this number." 

Goodness did that phrase strike fear into our hearts every time we heard it. Japan is still so reliant on phone calls and they are honestly so difficult for us to make. Not only that we would have to try to have a conversation in Japanese without any visual prompt or gestures to help with understanding, but even before that, we'd need a phone that could make a call. Even with roaming on my phone, it was yet to connect successfully when we tried. 

I left the information booth armed with a set of phone numbers to call, and a QR code that would give me an online chat. The helpfulish person at the desk had said it should/would be found and kept at the station in Hataka for three days. (She also suggested we could go get it ourselves. Hakata is an hour and a half on a shinkansen down to Kyushu, which is an expensive way to get $15 worth of stuff.) After that she said it would be given to the police as lost property. If we could get in contact they should be able to arrange it to be posted back to us. That was very phone call dependant. 

I may have cried that night trying to sort out how I was feeling, but our Hiroshima apartment was quite spacious and had enough double beds for everyone which helped improve things somewhat. What the apartment wasn't was equiped with a desk for Steve to work at. We'd kinda figured that it would be a juggle from the photos, but the reality of not really have a second space (like a big enough coffee table for the girls and I to be at) meant that work from home wasn't really an option. 

Luckily, it seemed to be sorted fairly easily, since a quick google for co-working spaces near Hiroshima station gave us a few options, one of which seemed very straightforward. Monday morning rolled around and Steve spent some time working at the dining table (and on the lounge) while I battled the online chat to register Rachel's lost things with JR West. It took an hour and a half, and I needed to put in a phone number. I decided not to risk using mine, and asked my homestay sister if she would mind taking the call. 

After sorting that, Steve and I went together to find a doctor to look at his hand. This was the check up that would tell if the extra two and a half weeks of bandaging had finally helped the break start to heal. I was keeping my expectations very low, not wanting more disappointment after Takamatsu. 

We actually had the easiest time yet of finding a doctor to see us though. Our Hiroshima house was two streets away from a private hospital, so we figured we'd start a search for a doctor there. The hospital said they'd see us straight away and after filling out forms, we went to wait at the doctor's room for five minutes before Steve was seen. A quick chat and an x-ray and in twenty minutes, the doctor was saying he was happy with the progress and Steve could start exercising the hand. We very cautiously told him that we'd had that advice before and it was too soon. 

He was confident, but said to keep it bandaged and come back in two weeks for another check. It did look like healing was happening; praise God! We went off to Hiroshima station to check out the co-working space for Steve. It was a little hard to get set up initially (you needed an app that you couldn't get for a non-Japanese phone) but Steve found some work arounds and managed to get in. The space was new, clean and simple. 12 small cubicles with screens for people to connect to, private meeting rooms, toilets and a very basic kitchen (sink with hot and cold water). 

Even though commuting was a bit of a downer (and having to make packed lunches!), it was hardly the end of the world. All up it usually only took Steve a half hour or so door to door. After having lunch, I left Steve to finish his day's work and went home to the girls. On the way my homestay sister messaged to say that the JR West team had found Rachel's lost property and were happy to mail it to us (at our expense). I was so thankful. I went home and wrote a bunch of signs to stick up (our apartment was on the second floor of the building) to help the post guys. We needed to pay the postage in cash when the items were delivered, so I got my Yen ready too. 

Tuesday was a home day as we waited for the post to arrive (success!) and did some more homeschooling. The girls were pretty good at getting stuff done though, so the next day we went back to Hiroshima Station to the Pokemon Centre and to have lunch with Steve. 

Okonomiyaki is what Hiroshima is known for. This cabbaged based dish is different all over Japan. In Tokyo the style is called Monja. Osaka have the basic "cabbage pancake" situation that most people recognise, but in Hiroshima, they add noddles (either soba or udon) to the whole thing. It was delicious and the girls approved. 

Manhole covers of Hiroshima dedicated to the various types of okonomiyaki

The rest of the start to our Hiroshima stay was finishing off the homeschooling, and breaking up our days at home with excursions out. Rachel asked to go to the beach, so we found one on an island out in Hiroshima bay to swim in. 

It was a warm day, but the water was so cooling it was worth trekking out there. The beach was zero sand, just broken shells, so not the best to walk over. The girls sketched the landscapes after our swim. 

It was good to be cooking at home again, despite the fact that our Hiroshima apartment was less than equiped. For the third time in Japan, I went out to the 100Yen store and bought spoons and butter knives. There was also very strangely no rice cooker here, so I've learnt to make rice in a pot (thank you Nagi from RecipeTinEats!)

Steve randomly bought some sake from the grocery store one night. This one (below) is called maboroshi, which means illusion and was delicious. I struggled to get enough of my school work done as well as home schooling the girls, so he took the girls out one Saturday into town and they had fun exploring the kids science centre and planetarium. Having to get my head around all the work needed for Term 4 was a huge reality check for me. The end was truely near. 

When I had started home schooling the girls in Imabari, and looked at the list of things they needed to learn and get done, I wasn't sure we'd manage it all. Somehow though, by the second week of Hiroshima, all of their work was done and assessments sent off to their Australian teachers. They also worked hard on presentations for their classes, so they can share all about Japan when they get back too. 

Quicker than I would have liked to admit, two weeks rolled past and Steve went back for a check up on his hand. In and out in a half hour and we had the good news that the bones had visibly started fusing. The doctor said that it was time to take the bandage off and carefully start using the hand again. Almost couldn't believe it! 

We celebrated with a walk and some delicious cream puffs from the local bakery. Despite my worries at the start, Hiroshima has been a nice little place to be. It's much slower paced than Tokyo. Trains are less reliable but still efficient means of transport. There is enough space on the road to have an actual footpath most of the time, which makes it even easier to walk around. The weather has been hit and miss, lots of rain while we are here, but it's beautiful none the less. The rivers through Hiroshima city, the mountains around it and the clear blue sea are all stunning. Only a few weeks left now.