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Okunoshima (Rabbit Island)
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Okunoshima (Rabbit Island)

📍 Hiroshima, Takehara

A small island in the Inland Sea overrun by hundreds of friendly wild rabbits — and a sobering secret past as a hidden poison-gas factory the maps once deliberately erased.

A fifteen-minute ferry from the Hiroshima coast lands you on Okunoshima, where the welcoming committee is several hundred wild rabbits that will hop straight into your lap at the rustle of a food bag.

Why It’s Interesting

The contrast is unforgettable. The island is a fluffy, joyful free-for-all — and also a place that was literally erased from maps. From the 1920s, Japan secretly manufactured chemical weapons here; the ruins of the gas factory still stand, and a small museum tells the difficult story honestly. The rabbits, descended from animals released after the war, now blanket the island.

Best Time to Visit

Spring and autumn are the most comfortable. Summer is hot but popular with families; the rabbits are active year-round.

Getting There

Take the JR Kure Line to Tadanoumi, walk to the pier, and hop the ferry. Rent a bicycle on arrival to loop the whole island in an afternoon.

🐿️ Cinnamon was here

Field report

Okunoshima is a small island completely overrun by friendly wild rabbits — hundreds of them, bounding at visitors like furry solicitors — and, in the same green quiet, the ruins of the poison-gas factory the wartime maps deliberately erased.

As a fellow small mammal I was received as a colleague, mobbed, sniffed, judged, and eventually accepted into a warren's afternoon lounging session, which I consider a diplomatic achievement of my career. The rabbits are shameless and the humans, laden with pellets from the mainland (buy before the ferry; the island shop sells out), are their willing staff.

Then the museum, small and unflinching, tells the island's dark first act. Hold both: the joy and the history, one island, thirty minutes apart. That's the visit. That's the point.

— Cinnamon 🐿️

📸 Cinnamon's camera roll

Snapshots from our very good boy on the road.

Accepted into a warren's afternoon lounging session after being mobbed, sniffed, and judged — the diplomatic achievement of my career. I was briefly mistaken for a rabbit. Greatest honor of my life.
The small, unflinching museum on the island's dark first act — the poison-gas factory the wartime maps erased. Hold both: the joy and the history.
Rabbits on Okunoshima
Photo via Wikimedia Commons
An avalanche of rabbits hopping eagerly toward the viewer
Hundreds of bunnies. My one job was 'stay calm.' I failed.
Mon-chan and Cinnamon the squirrel surrounded by fuzzy rabbits
So many fuzzy little leaders-in-waiting. I don't like them. Cinnamon adored them.

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