It only took V until our last day in Hirosaki to mention 100 yen bus, that takes a circular route through town. Well, there is more than one route and the 100 yen bus is essentially for local shoppers, but the routes are useful for visitors. We were really immersed in local culture when we went to the department store on the wrong side of tracks on the 100 yen bus.
Once again we fortified with Mr Donut product. V, can you send me some of those sausage roll thingies?
The department store was.........a department store. A local shopping place for local people. The aquarium within the store was way kewl.
V had to go to work and what shall we do to amuse ourselves on the last afternoon in Hirosaki. We shall go to Fujita Memorial Gardens. V worked out for us about how to use the 100 yen bus. The 100 yen bus arrived, proudly displaying its 100 yen bus sign hanging in front it and we went to the Fujita Memorial Gardens. I suspect it is a memorial garden to a person and not to those fallen in the war. We didn't mention the war or whales.
As you can see in the photos, the garden was pretty spech.
Oh look, a foreigner. I had not noticed her, but she came and sat next to us on a seat while we were at the park and initiated a conversation. The poor young German backpacker lass was just so relieved to see westerners and speak in her second language. Out hearts went out to her for her bravery for travelling Japan on her own and being in such an out of the way place as Hirosaki.
We had really worked out this 100 yen bus and caught it back to town. A taxi might have been 2000 yen. We bought a few things in the 711 department store and took a nice arvo rest at our hotel.
We bought a small token of our appreciation for E, who had taken us out for the drive on Sunday and arrived at V's workplace early to pass the gift on to E. We crossed the road to Eat, where we dined our first night to wait for V to finish work. H welcomed us, H being V's other boss, who had the restaurant on the side. She fed us some olives in a bowl and other treats while we waited for V to finish work.
We ate at H's place twice while we there and she always presented herself as American/Japanese, but at the last moment when we were paying the bill, she fell apart and turned into a Japanese person. She turned back to Western as we left. It was nice but also revealing and amused me.
Back to our hotel, tomorrow we depart Japan.
Wish there was a Mr Donut at home.
One last shot of Mount Iwaki, taken from the department store forecourt.
The aquarium at the department store. No, nothing is stuck in the top of it.
A few shots from the very beautiful Fujita Memorial Garden. Iris were in bloom and do they have large flowers compared to ours. The gardens were very good in 'aspects'.
Women in kimonos had been taking tea in the traditional tea house.
And looking down.
There was a Japanese house on display.
And an English house, which we took a look at inside.