The Old Man and The Museum

I decided to leave from my homebase, Gyeongsan, to head for Seoul where I would buy a ticket on a United Airlines flight to Japan, however, I changed my plans. Once I left my apartment, I headed to the local train station. It was after I arrived there that I decided to take a short trip to Busan instead of the two and a half hour trip it would have taken to get to Seoul. From Busan, I also recalled that I had access to an inexpensive means of traveling to Japan. That being I could take a ferry there. When I arrived in Busan, it was too late to catch the ferry. Instead I bought my ticket the next day and within 20 minutes was on my way to Japan.

Given the time I had to spend in Japan I planned to stay in Fukuoka. However, I had been to Fukuoka four years prior and I craved the adventure that would await me in another city. That city was Nagasaki. The Lonely Planet Japan Guide served me well as a travel companion.

After arriving in Nagasaki, I boarded a tram which I hoped would take me to the Atomic Bomb Museum. I had boarded the wrong train. I realized my error after the second stop and then paid the fair and exited the tram. Feeling a little embarrassed and foolish for not having asked one of the many non-English speaking japanese if I was boarding the correct train, I glanced at my map and found that the Nagasaki Museum of History was just a short distance away. I would go there instead. It was the best decision I had made on that day.

Upon arriving at the museum, I was greeted by an older Japanese man who volunteered at the museum. He introduced himself and told me to follow him as he would show me as much about the museum as time would permit. Luckily for me I had arrived at the museum a few minutes after 2pm which is the start time of a historic reenactment of a trial. Funny. Enlightening. It was a nice way to begin my journey through Nagasaki.

The old man explained to me the history of Nagasaki and also suggested a place to stay as well as another site to visit. I took his advice.

The next day, I went to the Atomic Bomb Museum, Peace Park, and surrounding areas. The events of August 9th, 1945 are just as devastating to learn about as they must have been for the Japanese who lived through it.

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