I arrived in Hiroshima last night after a long day of travelling. I hailed a cab. The driver helped me with my heavy bag, and drove me 200 metres to my hotel. He didn't seem to mind though. My hotel is beautiful, with a foyer that looks like it was ripped from a country house in France.
I headed out for a bite to eat, and ended up in the nightlife district. We would call this the red-light district anywhere else. Hiroshima is out of control. There were dozens and dozens of strip clubs, bars etc, with women standing outside trying to draw in the crowds. The narrow lanes are filled bumper to bumper with taxis. It was 11pm on a Wednesday night, and still crazier than what you'd find Friday midnight in Sydney's Kings Cross. At one point, a lady grabbed me by the arm and tried to pull me into what looked like a mobile phone shop. I put up a protest, but she kept pulling me towards the door, eventually leaning in close to whisper in my ear, "sekusu kurubbu". Then another girl arrived. I ran away, a little scared. :-)
Off to tour the city now. More later.
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