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The roommate situation hung in the air, making my home life tenuous at best. Downright frightening at worst. But I didn’t let it stop me from exploring Japan, my new home. Lecherous men on the street, drunk naked boys in karaoke, knife fights on the train, driving cold, not even the awful roommate could diminish my love of the country that spit out all of the manga and anime that I could get my hands on.
So, while the roommate situation was still unresolved, I went out and met more cool people. Specifically, Eda and her friends who were in Japan on their honeymoon, Kat and James! Why they wanted to hang out with other people while on their honeymoon is beyond me, but I’m glad that they did, because we have been through a lot and are still great friends, nine years later.
And, of course, what better to do with a free night than help Eda and I fulfill another of the quests that we had began– to find a themed love hotel! (A love hotel is a place where you can rent a room.. by the hour. You can guess exactly what goes on in those sort of rooms.)
We trolled through the love hotel district in Shibuya– a very seedy part of town, actually. But in a group of four, we were poised to handle it.
After a while of wandering around in the cold, just for curiosity’s sake, we stopped at one of the hotels that advertised a super-cheap price (900yen for 30 min). Ooh! Hey, it didn’t seem to be themed, but we could all pay nearly nothing and get to be inside a love hotel. Great deal!
A sign for a love hotel. This image and all of the others on this page are from Wikipedia. Thanks, wiki!
We were just going to joke around and take pictures of the Tenipuri plushies that we’d brought with us, not actually use it for its intended use, but hey. Money is money, right?
Lit up panels like these tell you what rooms are available.
We all stood in the entrance, and there were panels on the wall that had photos of what the rooms looked like. They were lit up if they were available. But as she was looking, an older man suddenly rushed out of a door in the wall.
“日本語が分からないだめ！” (“If you don’t understand Japanese, get out!”) he screamed, and then, in case we didn’t understand that, added , “NO. NO. NO!”
Eda backed up and as we were crowded swiftly out of the entrance, replied, “はい。わ・か・り・ま・し・た [you fuckface].” (“Yes. We. Under. Stand.” in Japanese) The words in parenthesis are her own embellishment, she didn’t actually say them actually out loud. Let’s consider them implied.
So yeah, he said in Japanese that if we don’t understand Japanese, we should get out. BOO! (This is also in Eda’s words)
Great Japan and its love of foreign people. I feel so welcome!
So, we got kicked out of a love hotel. Before we’d ever even been in one! At the time, it was a little bit insulting, but we thought that it was best to move on and just have a good laugh about it. With the wisdom of years behind me, I don’t think that I would do any differently, but I do feel more offended than I did at the time. Were they afraid that we were going to have an orgy in there (we weren’t)? Isn’t that what it’s for, anyways?
But, yeah. Good going, old man, for telling us to scram if we can’t understand Japanese… in Japanese. At least we know that racism is alive and well in good ol’ Japan, can’t say so much for the public education system.
See you tomorrow, for something a little bit more upbeat for this tale! The Sakura were blooming, I had a job interview, and something very, very special was about to happen! See you then! ^.^