While Not Working

We were having drinkies on the 25th floor. "I'm glad the men's loo doesn't have a window," said Roger. "I'd be terrified if they had a window like the one in the women's loo."  I skipped over the obvious question: how does he know that there's a window in the women's loo? And went straight to the more pressing question: why do I not know that there's a floor to ceiling window in the women's loo on the 25th floor? I was in there quicker than you could say "Cross your legs!"  Loo view. I'm conducting all my loo business up here from now on. Back at the beginning of the day I'd planned to rest my ankle after yesterday's adventures. Mind you, a quieter  day still involved walking down to the Peace Park to catch the sightseeing bus which we used a lot as it did a convenient loop all around town, stopped right outside our hotel, and accepted our JR passes. And it was always on time except this time it wasn't. ...

We met a man from Rockhampton over breakfast in the hotel, and bonded over our shared Queensland identity. "Go to Miyajima Island!" He said. " The ropeway is great and so is the shrine. But get there early mate. By midday you can't move."  Miyajima Island was on my to-do list anyway. We got up early the next day, scoffed our breakfast, and headed off on the train to catch the ferry for the 10- minute journey to Miyajima. Miyajima was a rugged island with granite bluffs and a fringe of settlement along the coast. The tori gate to the world heritage listed Itsukushima Jinja shrine was visible from the ferry. Once on the island the path to the ropeway was clear: follow the tourists and dodge the deer. The deer were habituated to humans and persistent in their attempts to be fed all sorts of human food. I watched one stalk and successfully snatch a chocolate milk left momentarily unguarded on a seat beside its owner. Look at me. I am a starving deer and need chips. ...