At around 6 we landed the station in Hiroshima.
I slept like a log! I greet the couple Roman-Mexican (I forgot to say, she is Mexican) and I go back to the station bathroom, where I prepare a stock exchange and a condensed version, I leave here today backpack in a locker.
take a train, and arrive at the port where ferries depart for Miyajima, a place I always want to see.
From a distance you can see the bulls on the red sea.
the 7:40 am and I stand here before. I do not even seem real! 
In this island there are the deer. 
By visiting the shrine . At the entrance there are times of the tides, the water is low now but should get up around noon. 
There is also a theater No , with the ubiquitous pine painted backdrop. 
I leave the shrine and a few steps from the village street. 
From Omoto park begins the path that leads up to the highest point of the island, 10 miles round trip, which is my plan for this morning. 
E 'in the woods early and still dark. Walking without a backpack is really a walk, I feel very light. 
Shortly before reaching the first peak, a deviation leads to this cave. 
And shortly after arrival at first point where you open the landscape is so beautiful I want to scream. 
And here's the top of Komagabayashi, we are on the 500 meters in height. 
This for me is just the kind of landscape or novel Salgado Corto Maltese. 
get off this top and head for the mountain Misena the island's highest mountain, 535 meters. 
's around 10, it took me an hour and a half to rise, and is already hot. I stop for a moment here and I see a cool move, everything quiet, a small Tanuki . Here was the gateway to the temple which is near the top of the mountain Misena probably swept away by some storm.
I found the first of the halls of the temple. But before you visit, go to the top. 
I arrived. Here is a little 'people, not a lot because è comunque ancora presto, arrivata con la funivia. 
C'è anche una piattaforma panoramica in cemento armato che mi sembra un insulto alla bellezza di questo posto. Non ci salgo e comincio a scendere verso il tempio.
In questo padiglione c'è un fuoco sempre acceso sotto un pentolone d'acqua. Si dice che questo fuoco sia stato acceso da Kobo Daishi e da allora non sia mai stato lasciato spegnersi. Si dice anche che bere quest'acqua, leggermente affumicata, faccia benissimo alla salute, fatto sta che a me non riesce spostare neanche di un millimetro the lid of solid wood. 
explore the small trails around there. 
This is another way to reach the summit. 
When I come back, two men are drinking water, one holds up the cover (with obvious effort) and the other for the mixes that are both in the coupes there for this, please do not ask him if he would fill one for me, a thousand thanks, and I finally get to drink the famous water. 
to go down a different path than that for which I got, I headed to another park, the Momiji-dani. 
Even without a backpack, this descent of the steps is the coup de grace for my legs! 
Here I come to the park. I stop to snack. 
This is the last cookie of Koyasan, I wanted to photograph it but unfortunately it all crumbled in the bag. 
down to the village through the park. 
I find this map painted that shows the way I did. 
now has one, is very hot, and also with the parasol open I can not stop sweating. I absolutely must find a place to cool. 
I find in this building in front of the pagoda, the Senjokaku, a temple never completed. 
It 's a huge building, and it is wonderful, looking up you can see the intersections of the beams to the roof, and those drawn between a column and the other is supported a variety of decorative panels of wood always , from the oldest to the most recent, most horse theme. 
Overlooking you can see the panorama from the Itsukushima temple to the mountains where I was earlier. 
I'm in here a lot, 'something that mi passi la reazione del sudore. Non sono la sola che ha avuto quest'idea, ci sono diverse persone sedute qui al fresco, e c'è una coppia con un bimbo che gattona tutto felice sul pavimento di legno (ovviamente anche qui ci si toglie le scarpe prima di entrare). 
Esco dall'edificio che è ancora caldissimo, ma piano piano devo cominciare a rientrare verso la città, prima di visitare il centro di Hiroshima devo tornare fino alla stazione per fare il biglietto dell'autobus per stasera, che stamattina alle 6 la biglietteria era ancora chiusa. Ma prima di andarmene mi prendo un Ichigori , praticamente un blocco di ghiaccio e fragole che viene triturato in forma di granita, served with cream sauce and strawberry syrup. Goduria genuine.
Meanwhile, the tide is up, I stop for a moment to eat my granite front of this fantastic view.
It takes advantage of a deer to come and see if you find something good in my bag ... 
now is full of tourists. 
allotment and greet the island by ferry. While walking on the mountains I found a ticket on the floor of the tram has lost someone that day, so instead of taking the train from the port this time I take the tram, which is slower but more interesting because it goes right to the center the city. Without warning I pass by I see also Genbaku Domu .
arrival to the station, and again I wash my gear in the bathroom, I'm a ticket for tonight, remit the pack in the cupboard and go back to visit the park memory. 
This is the monument to Sadako , the protagonist of the book "The great sun of Hiroshima" , which so shocked me when I read it in middle school. 
Here, anyone can leave their own free paper cranes. Many are the work of children of the schools then came here to take them on outings. 
Here are collected the names of all the known victims of the bomb, both the immediate and those in subsequent years. Through the monument you see the flame of peace, which was lit from the fire of the temple where I was this morning. 
here before I was stopped by some people, I'm a man and three women, who ask me in English if I have time to talk a bit 'with them. The Lord tells me that it's their boss, who is teaching English and who have come here today to make conversation.
I explain that I am Italian, and then perhaps my English is not so useful.
are usually very annoyed when (I must say that I still really happened rarely, sometimes you can count on your fingers), I turn in English, sorry, I did 10,000 km to speak Japanese!
But this group is too nice, the ladies try to say the phrases in the books (it seems my group of ladies who are learning English ...), then when they realize that I speak Japanese, from then on the conversation performs well, with the teacher who tries rather unsuccessfully to bring them back to their goal.
In the end, I do not have much time and I greet them, then a woman pulled from the bag that had a little thought prepared for those who had stopped to talk with them a postcard with postage stamp of Miyajima and Hiroshima, with another piece of paper with all this in English.
I am moved and I also feel a bit 'guilty because I do not believe to be his was very helpful, and I tell him, but they are happy and so am I..
We exchange e-mails and greeting them with a "Have fun studying Inglese" which causes an explosion of laughter.
Vado timidly towards the Museum, a place that I feel obliged to see and at the same time I am afraid, because I know that spares no horror. But it's almost closing time and the person at me from getting discouraged, which is half an hour too little.
so relieved I still walk in the park, and I find myself in front of the Memorial Hall .
Here the guard at the entrance sign but it makes me to approach and enter, even if it is closing. In fact 10 minutes is more than enough.
Before you go down a corridor in a spiral, to find himself the center of a circular room where the wall is rebuilt the view of Hiroshima after the bombing as seen from its epicenter.
The view is a mosaic made of many pieces as there are casualties.
In the next room are projected onto a wall, their photos, a thousand at a time, and it is unsettling to be confronted with the faces of these people. And last
stanza vengono proiettati i ricordi dei sopravvissuti, sono state raccolte le loro voci e sono stati fatti disegnare, questi disegni un po' crudi ma vividi e efficaci con la storia raccontata in sottofondo (tutto sottotitolato in inglese) sono semplicemente sconvolgenti.
C'è anche una biblioteca/videoteca in questo edificio dove tutti questi materiali raccolti sono liberamente consultabili.
Esco notevolemente turbata e mi faccio una passeggiata nelle strade lì intorno.
Lasciato il parco, Hiroshima è una città gioiosa e viva, le persone simpatiche e aperte, si respira un'atmosfera molto piacevole, mi spiace di andarmene subito stasera.
Ci sono tantissime ragazze vestiste con lo Yukata, quando through the crossings in groups of 4 or 5 seem to butterflies.
My bus leaves at 8, as the tram is very slow in time I head to the station, certain that I will find something to eat around there. In fact, building the station there is a entire floor of restaurants, and all crowded (good sign!) Is everything, but I eat what I want is the okonomiyaki in Hiroshima. I find the right restaurant , the lady is very kind, I sit on the bench, so I can see the preparation before my eyes, and I shall have an okonomiyaki with soba without meat. Fantastic!
I leave the restaurant just in time to withdraw my backpack from the cabinet (which seems incredibly light tonight!) and take my seat on the bus to Tokyo, the trip is over.
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