As my time in Japan was coming to an end I had two last stops to make in Hiroshima and Miyajima. I left Osaka in the morning and was excited to be in Hiroshima by early afternoon, but not before taking a few hours to spend on the island of Miyajima.

Miyajima is a tiny little island most well known for The Great Torii, an orange shrine that stands alone in the water, though it should be just as well known for its wandering deer population. As I disembarked the ferry that took us to the island I was greeted by a sweet little deer that was curious about the people it was seeing, as well as what snacks they may have to offer. Soon enough one deer became three, and they were not afraid to nibble on whatever someone had in hand. As I wandered there seemed to be countless deer throughout the island who were happy to be amongst the tourists and not at all bothered by the selfies everyone was excited to take.

After taking in the deer and the natural scenery of the island, it didn’t take long to come across the beautiful Itsukushima Shrine that the island is known for. There it sat beautifully in the water as if it was floating.

I decided to take some time and wander through the parks and side streets of the island. Between the lush greenery, endearing wildlife, and beautiful wooden architecture, I  couldn’t help feeling like I was in Snow White’s back yard.

A few hours later it was time to make my way back to Hiroshima.

Hiroshima became one of my favorite cities that I visited in my time in Japan. It’s quaint but still convenient, and as always the people were absolutely lovely. I started my first full day in the city visiting Peace Memorial Park, an experience that was 100 times more moving than I ever could have anticipated. Perhaps it was because of the growing tensions between the U.S. and North Korea, but every monument and every plaque seemed to hold so much relevant significance. Throughout the park there was an overwhelming feeling of peace and hopefulness that was really inspiring.

One of the moments that brought a tear to my eye was when I went over to the Children’s Peace Monument which was built to memorialize all of the children who passed away as a result of the bombing. As I crossed the street I noticed a few bus loads of children quickly filing in for a field trip. They all came in quietly taking a seat around the monument and removing their hats before their teacher led them in a moment of silence and started speaking about the monument.

There seemed to be field trips all over the park that day. Some classes had clip boards and were taking notes, some were split into smaller groups listening to a tour guide who would show them pictures and documents, but each group stood at every monument and took that moment of silence. I couldn’t help but be curious as to what Japanese students learn about that day in school. What were their teachers telling them? I have to imagine that their history lesson differs from the U.S. version in some ways.

After spending many more hours in the park than I had anticipated, taking in all of the history I decided it was time to get lunch. I found a tiny restaurant and treated myself to the most delicious pork cutlet and rice. Then I was off to find the Hiroshima Castle. It was gorgeous, sitting in the middle of a park surrounded by a lovely moat. I’ll never get sick of those Japanese castles.

Post Hiroshima I was off to Hong Kong for the weekend before continuing my travels on to Cambodia. It was a fantastic two weeks in Japan that I feel so lucky to have had.

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