The next day (the 28th) was started in Hiroshima late as usual. We had our Family Mart breakfast (if it looks like fish, it probably is fish) after I hung up Raynor’s towel in such a way that it was guaranteed to not dry. We headed to the Peace Memorial Museum, where they had exhibitions on pre and during WW2 Hiroshima as well as on the construction of the atomic bomb. They also had scraps of clothes and hair and keloids from victims, as well as their associated stories. The story of Sadako Sasaki, a girl who died 10 years after the bombings, moved me quite a bit, as well as seeing all of the paper cranes people have sent to remember her and to promote peace. They also had survivor testimonials, as well as evidence of the physical devastation. I had to choke back tears. I bought some post cards that I later unfortunately lost by throwing them in the trash can assuming they were food related. We walked through the park some more (with free WiFi!), saw the hypocenter of the blast, and headed to Subway for lunch. Back to the hostel and then on to the street cards and shinkansen through Shin-Osaka back to Tokyo. Wrote a little bit in this journal and finished The Lost Fleet: Fearless. On to Courageous. Took a chance on a sandwich (san jyuu ichi != san jyuu ni) and lost (1/2 fish). Made it to Tokyo and Ikebukuro finally at around 9 at night. Checked back in to the Sakura hotel, had a quick spaghetti (not such good meat and way too much butter) dish at their cafe, talked a little bit more with our friend from the first day about places we had gone (he thought I was responsible for the Google-Yahoo Japan search deal!) and finally went to sleep.