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“Closed Mondays, holidays, and for certain unscheduled closings” With that, I hung my head and left.



Today was really a nothing day. But it wasn’t too bad. After writing the previous entry, I headed out to buy my gloves. Taking the tram and walking a bit got me to a big department store in good time. The store was modern, big and bright. However, they had no gloves. I checked out the grocery floor and thought it seemed a bit more western than the Chinese mega stores, but had some slight differences as well. One example was there were two people working each check out. One would scan and put things back in the shopper’s basket. The other handled the money. A third bagger was located at a separate station. I did buy some cooked noodles from the deli section and ate them before leaving.


I noted a museum of contemporary art as I was walking to the store, so I backtracked to check it out. I’m going to come right out and saw that this museum was filled with crap. I’m not an art major, and I got a C in art appreciate class, but it seems to me that art in the past was more about creating something that was beautiful and could be appreciated without understanding what the artist was feeling. The feeling I get about modern art is that its some how an expression about one’s individuality and inner feelings or something. Frankly, the artist should have just picked up some pen and paper, and put some words down on paper. And not called it art. Call it an essay.


They say a million monkeys working a million years would not create Hamlet. A billion monkeys would not create the Sistine Chapel. But a dog sneezing could probably create half the exhibits in the museum. One exhibit was a bed sheet crumpled up. Another was a couple of drawers filled with random broken bits and pieces of junk. Something like 15-20% of the museum’s exhibits were either paper or something else torn up or broken up and put back together in a rough fashion. “Oneness of Paper” they called about 10 such exhibits. I suppose I’m a bit negative here, but I’ve seen art that was “contemporary,” yet both beautiful and powerfully moving. I’m not alone here. Interestingly enough I ran into another guy who is staying at the hostel, and he also felt about the same.


Anyway, onward to the next museum! I saw there was a transportation museum that might be a good rainy day stop. To get there, I needed to hop on the JR line, and then another private line. Since I had my JR pass with me, it was an easy matter to get on the JR train. The tram took a bit to figure out, but I did figure it out, and arrived at a small town/station called Chorakuji. It was snowing a bit, and there was the slightest accumulation on the hills in the distance. The transportation museum was clearly marked by signs. I arrived at the museum in just a few short minutes. . . and found the museum was locked. A sign offered little in the way of explanation, except that this was probably an unscheduled closing. With nothing left to do, I made the trek back to Hiroshima.


I had other options, though just barely. With the time wasted, I didn’t have a lot of leeway in getting to another museum, which was probably some distance away, but promised a submarine and other interesting war things. It just meant figuring out the right train line. I knew that the train line I wanted would have one of two names, but unfortunately, the only sign with the information I needed was towards the ticketing area. When I found the information I had been seeking, my heart fell. The train was probably pulling out as I stood there. Sure enough, the platform was empty.


Sadly, this was bad as the next train wouldn’t be for 20 or thirty minutes, and by then the museum would probably stop selling tickets. I decided to just go back to the hostel, where I am now.


Tomorrow I’ll be looking into the atomic bomb things. The day after, either hang around Hiroshima a bit, or head straight for Nagasaki.


Not a lot of photos today. The art museum forbade them, lest you make better art than they had, and I didn’t spend a lot of time out and about today.


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