Day 3 we awoke and ate breakfast in the hotel. We decided to fuel for the day, since we would again be travelling today. We had a few hours left in Tokyo after we ate breakfast so we toured a couple small temples and the Kyoto Tower. Here are some pics we took. Kyle had one of his many bloody noses again...

They were doing construction on one of the temples. They were also doing cleaning that morning and we weren't sure if these people were paid or volunteers. We are guessing they are volunteers, because of the sash they are wearing. Look how they are sweeping the pepples on the grounds of the temple.


This is the Statue of Sadako (The Children's Monument). It stands in the center of Hiroshima's Peace Park surrounded by millions of paper cranes sent by people around the world. It was built in 1958 with donations from Japanese school children who when to school with Sadako Sasaki. She died from Leukemia as a result of the A-bomb dropped on Hiroshima. She didn't develop the Leukemia until 10 years later. Her friend told her of the old Japanese legend that the Japanese crane lives to be 1,000 years old and that if Sadako folded 1,000 paper cranes her wish to be well would be granted. Sadako only made it to 644 cranes before she died. Her friends finished folding the remaining 354 cranes and raised money to erect this statue in her honor. At this monument reads:
This is our cry.
This is our prayer.
Peace in the world.

The museum was very interesting. I came back and checked out the book on Sadako. There were so many sad stories. We spent all most 2 hours there. Even Kyle enjoyed it thanks to the ear piece listening device we rented for 300 Yen. I think the most fascinating moment was when I was looking at a picture on the 2nd floor of a picture of a girl and her sister and the red cross hospital looking at someone being examined. An older Japanese lady was standing behind me and pointed to the picture and started talking to me. She told me that the girl in the middle was her at 11-years old and the girl standing next to her was her sister. She said that they were both in perfect health and had no health problems since from the bombing. She was very pleasant to talk to and had no hostility. She had moved away to Hakata, Japan. Her sister remained in Hiroshima. She had not been back in over 30 years and was only back to bury her parents. I asked how she was from that day and she said she boxed all the memories and put them away. She didn't talk to no one else and just walked around the museum. I told her thank you for talking to me and I was glad she was in good health. It was quite a moving moment.



