Next it was onto the Shinkansen (bullet train) to Hiroshima

These travel 300+kmh and there is very little sensation of speed. Much like being on a jet.
The peace park in Hiroshima was informative without being inciteful, and I don’t mind admitting I was moved to tears

It was also a strange sensation to stand and strike the gong and feel the emotions it’s deep tone brings up – and to know that my father stood at the same spot and had done the same in 1970.
It was a sombre experience and one I will remember for the rest of my life.
But back to bloke-trip stuff! Our Laptop had enjoyed the Shinkansen so much, it had decided to remain on the train and was picked up by the cleaners at the far southern tip of the Japanese mainland – Kagoshima. I volunteered for the 5 hr round trip to go fetch it. Ate in a fabulous local restaurant – and told them I wanted Sashimi and left it up to them what they brought:

Sensational!
Arrived back in Hiroshima on the red-eye Shinkansen the next morning, a bit late for the Mazda factory tour, but they accommodated me with smiles all round:
The monstrous 787 racecar:
One of the wonderful meals – you pick and assortment of dishes of all sorts of stuff (less than half had arrived when this pic was taken) and you fry it up on the plate and garnish with sauces etc. Fabulous.
On the way from Hiroshima to Tokyo, we stopped at Kobe (outskirts of Osaka) to see the “Kawasaki Good Times World”:
A ZZR1100C model – a bit earlier than my D model
Kawasaki "Hein" - the most advanced fighter produced by Japan during the war, and the only liquid cooled one:
Goes back a bit:
Couple of bikes that influenced me in my youth:
Mike had one of these back in SA
