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... kids watched TV and talked, I sat with Bill's wife and had a great chat. It's remarkable how much our lives are alike: taking care of kids, driving them around, cooking, cleaning, working. I really felt that we had so much in common. It was getting late and we still hadn't made it to the Castle! We piled into Bill's car one last time and he drove us to the park near the Castle. We said our goodbyes and found ourselves in the same spot where we ...
... to get changed into.
Well the vast part of the train journey was spent listening to Peter Gabriel and then not to allow myself to get to maudlin thinking about dad I took inspiration from my viber buddie and blasted out some Fatboyslim. Now that and absorbing the scenery cheered me up no end. I managed to get a sneak view if Kobe and some of its intriguing architecture. mental note to self that I must visit there upon my ...
... s just bad memories from Hatfield!!
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Sulla strada per Osaka, dove eravamo attesi da Vale per l'ora di cena, avendo ancora del tempo a disposizione abbiamo deciso di usare i nostri JR pass e prendere uno Shinkansen oltre Osaka per Himeji.
Mochan ha provato a dirci che stavano facendo dei lavori ...
... they closed 45min after we bought the tickets. The shoe museum was very interresting having samples of shoes from different time periods and cultures.
After this we stopped in Kurashiki - this town is famous for its black and white houses along a river. Most houses are museums or restaurants. It was a lovely little walk befor hitting the road again to go to Himeji.
Once in Himeji we had a little walk in town and then off to our car to go to sleep.
... as it was written in my geography book oh so many years ago. We headed back to Osaka, but not before I bought a new pair of capris from a store we'd passed by on our way to the castle. I was ecstatic that I was able to fit in a Japanese sized pair of pants; maybe climbing down Mt. Misen had been worth it after all. I officially threw away my tan pants that night.
As our way of thanking Takahiro for all the help he ...