Continued from Seoul Day 5.
On the way to the airport. Surprisingly, the train to the airport is not very clearly marked in English and we originally boarded a train that didn’t go all the way to the airport. So, we had to get off at an earlier station and catch the next train, which did go all the way to the airport.
It’s around lunch time and we are looking for food…except, there is no food to be found. We walked from one end of the terminal to the other and saw only a few coffee shops. I guess when you wear tons of makeup, you don’t have the time for hunger. Seriously, we are starving, where is all the fucking food!
Waiting at our gate, and the girl in the center of the photo spent a good 20 minutes taking selfies of herself. As vain as Koreans are, this girl takes the cake. She is currently posing for her next shot right now.
Hello Japan! Really short flying time of an hour. The air quality is even better here since it’s even farther away from China. If you look back at when we left Shanghai, once in the air past the smog, you couldn’t see the ground beneath the smog. I can’t believe I spent 3 weeks breathing that terrible air.
OK….now this could be a little difficult. Japan does not cater to English speakers, so often there is very little English support for travelers. We lucked out this time, there was an English menu for the subway ticket kiosk.
OK, we’ve got an immediate task at hand now that we’ve arrived in Japan. We need to find a Lawson convenience store, there they have a ticket machine that we can purchase tickets to Studio Ghibli?? Museum in Tokyo.
Despite having instruction, this was still a pain in the ass. The dates that we are looking to purchase tickets are over 2 weeks away, but many of the entry dates/times are sold out. But instead of displaying what tickets are available, it only gives you an error message if the tickets are sold out on that date/time. So, we spent a good 10 minutes really frustrated going through every single date/time option to try to find tickets…We were literally down to our last 3 options(out of 20ish) when we finally found tickets. Yes!!
Well…shit!!! We run into some real issues here. The machine was supposed to print out a ticket once we select the date. Then we take the ticket to the counter to pay…well, the machine displayed some sort of message and menu that’s not on the online instructions…WTF! I ask the Lawson employee to help, but he spoke zero English and was unable to help. I am getting very pissed and frustrated. Why give instructions online that are only half assed? Damn you!!!
So, we took a photo of this and showed it to our hotel concierge. Supposedly we need to either swipe a Lawson card, or use our NFC enabled phone that can communicate with the machine…Fuck!!! Fuck this shit. We were unable to figure this out….so….we gave up. Japan 1, KRL 0.
Well…I guess if we can’t have our museum tickets, I’ll take a photo of the naughty magazine section in the convenience store. Quite the selection, and it’s like this in all Japanese convenience stores.
GUESS WHAT MOTHERFUCKER!!! Got my museum tickets!!! Just after we gave up on buying tickets to the museum, we saw another Lawson store that was right across the street. In a desperate move, we tried the ticket machine at the other Lawson store. Of course, got stuck in the same spot, so I asked the employee to help me. Fortunately, this guy spoke limited English and he figured out that I can put in my name instead of swiping a Lawson member card. But the machine only accept names in Japanese with no options for English…Shit! I pulled out my credit card with my English name on it and asked the guy if he could type in my name into the machine phonetically. I conveyed that by pointing to my name and saying it followed by “same same, but different.” LOL!!! Well, it worked, because the guy tried to sound out my name and afterwards we’ve got tickets!!! I am 90% sure that these tickets will work….so we’ll see. Either way, victory!
This being the red light district, things are starting to go into operation at night. I believe most of the places are where you pay to talk to a girl. Then, of course, it gets more graphical and physical from there.
All over these areas, there are young men in suits standing outside the establishments(hostess/host clubs). They are the door people who approach the guys on the street to see if they would like to come in. They never approached us because we were obviously together, but we did see them talk to other men walking in the area. They are actually very polite and courteous about trying to drum up business for their “clubs”.
There are also plenty of girls wearing stripper high heels. Some are standing around just “waiting”, while others are holding signs. I think some said about $50 for 50 minutes and some for $40 for 30 minutes. I think that’s just to chat with them at a bar…it seems weird. Why not just go to a regular bar and hit on a girl?
To be continued at Fukuoka Day 2.