Fukushima. I think it’s hard not to have heard about the catastrophe at the Daiichi nuclear plant in 2011. For a long time this disaster was intangible, something I’d seen and heard through the media but something of which I had no marker for true comprehension.
As we snaked along route 6 from Iwaki northbound, the scale of the devastation became apparent. One building in particular really caught my eye. A lone Pachinko parlour, left standing as it stood on that fateful day in March 2011. Having seen Pachinko being played in glitzy, noisy and colourful parlours from Osaka to Tokyo, seeing the destruction of this once vibrant entertainment venue made the impact of this disaster for the first time, something I could begin to imagine.