{"id":3232,"date":"2016-03-18T08:05:06","date_gmt":"2016-03-17T23:05:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/voyapon.com\/?p=3232"},"modified":"2020-03-27T11:39:11","modified_gmt":"2020-03-27T02:39:11","slug":"sensuijima-seto-beach-island","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/voyapon.com\/sensuijima-seto-beach-island\/","title":{"rendered":"Sensuijima Island, A Beach within Reach of Hiroshima"},"content":{"rendered":"
Hiroshima prefecture’s Sensuijima island is reached by ferry from quaint Tomonoura, thirty minutes south of Fukuyama JR station by Tomotetsu bus.\u00a0 The ticketing area is a building open on three ends.\u00a0 In the foyer is a Sakamoto Ryoma cardboard cut-out for tourist tomfoolery and a poster for locally filmed Wolverine<\/em>.\u00a0 The feeling is a little outdated, as a ramshackle boating house should be.\u00a0 A nice area outside the car park entry has a sea-buffering wall.<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n No beach, no sand \u2013 just a view of the Seto Island Sea. \u00a0Idly squinting under a sun of more southern latitude, we did ponder after the Sensuijima beach and boughs. Strange bugs skittered between the agglomerated rocks.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n As the Sensuijima ferry arrived, it was the historical fa\u00e7ade of an old Meiji-era steamboat.\u00a0 When we boarded, we found a special cabin filled with portraits and images of the past. \u00a0Hiroshima prefecture’s\u00a0Tomonoura has a strong market for nostalgia.<\/p>\n The ferry\u2019s pleasant place was topside, a deck against the low sides with our faces situated for a splash.\u00a0 My friend noticed purple figures in blue water \u2013 jellyfish whose translucence was visible even in an additional translucence of shallow water.\u00a0 The creature was differentiated as if quickly penciled by an omnipotent graphic artist. Passengers talked around deck, beaming sunny smiles out to spring seas.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The landing dock was an almost detached thing that gave me the compulsion to lean into the water and fall in.\u00a0 It lead to a cove with a sandy passage through its rocky crescent.\u00a0 Through a splint of forest, we reached glorious beach light.<\/p>\n Following the path, we found ice cream in the universal design of a seaside shack.\u00a0 Matcha<\/em> flavor (a variety of green tea) was present, a Japanese usual.\u00a0 The path curved to be flush to a green, bordered at left by a hotel and behind by the island\u2019s highest point of green growth.\u00a0 The green was bounded, in a sidelong glance, by the beach where children scrambled for a soccer ball.<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n We had bought meats in nearby Fukuyama for a barbecue on the green.\u00a0 It was paltry lined on the grill next to other offerings.\u00a0 With a group of twenty, we had collected two of the parks repurposed gas-barrel-grills for a fiesta.\u00a0 We were cooking under the sun in a couple of ways.<\/p>\n Our feasting was a lasting supper.\u00a0 The sun was an angry salesman, and skin flushed red in an intimidated purchase.\u00a0 We had to cool off; temper temperature.<\/p>\n First, we made for the beach.\u00a0 It was a May day, and waters were still cool. Shedding shirts, we darted into the water like mad minnows.\u00a0 It was cool.\u00a0 Neither the cold nor the fish were cutting, although my hair-tie snapped adrift. \u00a0Our afternoon Hiroshima was a simple view. Offshore and anchored was singly-shrined Bentenjima island between Tomonoura and Sensuijima.<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n We dredged ourselves ashore, barefooted and back to sun-warmed earth. \u00a0From a the beach a path circumscribed the island, with fake timber guardrails so popular in Japan.\u00a0 Splat splat went our feet, and our bare bodies attracted glances from the occasional visitor. More worthy of attention were the seaside sights, fleshed out without skin.\u00a0 Spotting the water was a small island that a single boat approached.<\/p>\n Before our skin spotted, we returned to Sensuijima\u2019s main green.\u00a0 Dried of the last drop and body temperatures at an even keel, it was time to break away from lazy barbecue moorings and make a hike of the island\u2019s hill.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The lead-in to the hike was a graded slope that I felt would look nice with flowerbeds, spread out as it was.\u00a0 Before long, we were under Sensuijima’s canopy of gnarled- and thinly-branched trees.\u00a0 Light filtrated in golden scintillas as just the right specks of gold to top the cake.<\/p>\n Up a little ways, the path split in an easy division as easily hewn as thin branches.\u00a0 We bore right like woodland crawlers.<\/p>\n <\/a><\/p>\n Reaching the top after maybe twenty minutes, we found a Japanese pavilion looking over the Seto island sea. Like woodland crawlers, we foraged for the best.\u00a0 We scurried up the nearest tree, which happened to bear three of us well on its most robust of boughs.\u00a0 This view of the sea was the best lookout on Sensuijima.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n After fooling like fawns, we returned to that hiking intersection to take what had been the left turn. It was a bare ridge cicatrice from all the visitors who had trailed it a good scabbing.\u00a0 Continuing only ten minutes, we reached that old beacon for the fabled woodland wanderers childishly lost; a sweet spot.\u00a0 We had made a circuit to the ice cream shack.<\/p>\n Returned to our barbecue buddies, we cleaned out with the retreating light.\u00a0 We paid a small fee to dispose of our trash.\u00a0 The child\u2019s soccer ball in a last arc like the sun, we returned away from the beach.<\/p>\n We stood on the cove\u2019s dock.\u00a0 As the light disappeared, Sensuijima’s ferry appeared. Relaxed in the kitsch cabin, we made the passage back to Tomonoura.<\/p>\nRiding the Ferry to Sensuijima<\/h2>\n
Arriving at Sensuijima Island<\/h2>\n
Barbeques and Beaches<\/h2>\n
Time for a Hike<\/h2>\n
Returning Home<\/h2>\n