Yesterday we arrived in Hiroshima, and having had a couple of nights when it was a bit harder to find a camp spot, were slightly anxious. We streaked 11kms through the city, thanks to Mr Google, and pushed up a nasty steep hill to the The Green City Sport centre, which Mr Google said did camping. It did not. Back in the city a kindly man called U , who had cycle toured himself, suggested we did not camp in the Peace Park, and escorted us to as more suitable park, although a bit worried about us.
U said that he was on his way home from work, late on a Sunday afternoon, and that he works everyday. He has three young children .
Under the trees our black and green tent was hardly visible.
As the night went on we realised neither was sleeping, due to the loud laughter and chatter of some other 'Parkers".
On and on it went, hour after hour. I poked my head out of the tent and admired the sun rise. On the closest bench a man in a suit, sat leg crossed reading the paper. On the next bench, two old codgers, surrounded by plastic bags, blankets and pidgeons(and we suspect a bottle or three). Laughter continues and a lady friend arrives. Another suited man goes out of his way to bid them all good day. Passers by give us a polite nod as we pack up our tent and make tea. Then 'Bruce ' totters over, still laughing and offers us two 'sausages' wrapped in orange plastic, and two biscuits in an only slightly torn wrapping.
Don suspects that much of the laughter is directed at the 'real' world people who can not spend the day relaxing in the park. We are now loading our bikes and hoping to find good coffee and a croissant or two.
In the park surrounding the Castle the trees were getting their "noses trimmed".
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