村落開発普及員について教えて下さい。<--- whatever that means)

I'm in Hiroshima, THIS Hiroshima. I think that city government works hard on its PR, so Hiroshima wouldn't be seen only as a place where first A-Bomb was dropped. The city itself is very peaceful and relaxing, and so I take it easy, as usual. What's most important, there is vegan cafe in Hiroshima, check out what they serve:




Back in Nara I had really funny story... I sit in cafe, where I was hosted by CSurfer, Hiro; facing the window. After a while I realize that three guys outside stand and look at me and one of them waves very actively to me. I look around myself, and point out to him - do you really mean me?? He nodded, so I go outside and first word I hear is 'beutifu, beutifu' in very broken English. 'What???'.
Then guy asks me where I am from and what is my number, 'Sorry, no Japanese mobile', I reply, and then, resigned, he says ' I lov yu, yy, beutifu!' and so I went back inside cafe. That's a short story of Japanese student's sudden crush on me.




On the way to Hiroshima I had an adventure with half-blackriding, I mean half, because I was using child fares, as they are half cheaper than adults ones. And just when I was one step to Hiroshima, one gate controller caught me and I pretended I didn't now I had bought half-price ticket... All fine, no fee and pretending I was dummy...




From Japanese curiosities:
* many train/bus/bench or even cafe sleepers
* in shop they mark your purchase with sticker, so it is officially sold. Does it also suppose to mean 'it wasn't stolen'? Maybe
* when waiting in a line for bus or train, people stand in line, and I mean a LINE.
More photos and curiosities soon!

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