... on the the train to Osaka, I was dealt an unplayable Solitaire hand.
Anyway...
Yet another hostel where noone plays go. I taught four more people here how to play. I'm starting to feel like some sort of go missionary. I've taught twenty-something people how to play since I started travelling.
I spent the day with two of the people I taught, Adam from Cambridge and John from Oxford. John has just graduated with a degree in Pure Mathematics (although not from Oxford University) and I'm afraid some of our conversation may have bored Adam.
Oh well.
After having lunch (in which I had to clarify the order due to Adam's decimation of the Japanese language) we went to see the castle. Once again this is a reconstruction and the inside, complete with lifts, is a museum. Looks good from the outside, though.
The moat, wall and castle combination seems to be a popular setup for Japanese cities.
Another museum close by is very stylish looking. I tend not to go to many museums while here as the wall of Kanji makes it somewhat pointless.
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