Unfortunately I can't shake my impressions of Osaka being a grungy dump.
Granted this has less to do with the city and more to do with my current state of mind. Which, mind you, only developed once I got here, so maybe... oh whatever.
Yesterday I trundled out to Ashihara-bashi to visit the Osaka Human Rights Museum. It was closed. Instead I got molested by mosquitoes.
I've counted twenty two bites in the brief gap between my jeans and hi-tops and a sprinkling over my forearms. One brazen mozzie even managed to nip me on an eyelid, so that now my left lid refuses to open in it's entirety and is rather puffy to boot.
This coupled with my strained neck that took a pillow bashing from my lumpy mattress last night, which kept me bedridden until early afternoon due to my complete inability to move, which in turn prevented me from travelling to Hiroshima this morning, has allowed a rather dismal state of mind to develop.
Enough bitching. Tomorrow I'm on to greener pastures in Kobe. I'm getting the first train.