Day 50. Friday, September 3, 2010. Omuta to Nagasaki.
I had b'fast with Sato and his family, had a photo taken then set off for the ferry to Shimabara at Nagasu. Took only 40 minutes to cover the 12 kms but, as seems to be the case in Kyushu, the road was narrow and fairly heavily trafficked.
Sitting on deck now in port waiting for departure. The various peaks comprising volcanic Mt. Unzen are in the clouds. I remember the last eruption in 1995 which forced the evacuation of a number of towns.
11:45 pm, "Catholic Center" YH. Arrived here across from Urakami Cathedral at 3:30. Hot ride, but only had to walk the bicycle a few times. The only long tunnel was a Grade 1 down into the eastern section of Nagasaki called Hotaruchaya.
Visited A-Bomb museum. Once again, absolutely nothing about the Emperor, at least in English. I wonder if his "dithering" after Hiroshima made him an unpopular figure among survivors here.
Found Amy's hotel, ANA Glover Hill. Nice place. May have the "Lunch and Sweets Buffet" there tomorrow. Tonight ate "chyampon" across the street from that hotel. Sake and beer. Walked through Chinatown and then into "Nihontown" on way back to Nagasaki JR and the streetcar. Dejima and Glover Hill tomorrow.
January 25, 2011: Hotaruchaya means "tea house of the fireflies". It's the kind of local color that tells me I'll return to Nagasaki again some day.
June 8, 2011.
I well remember the feeling I had after I left the Chinese restaurant across from the ANA Glover Hill Hotel. The chyampon certainly was good and the sake and beer dissipated any clouds that might have formed. I was in a contented mood as I wandered into Chinatown and then investigated the Hotel Monterey, but something was lacking. I needed to talk to someone about what I was experiencing. Over a cup of coffee perhaps. I was full of words and emotion to the point of bursting yet there was no outlet.I was not feeling discontent, but a bit frustrated.
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