A Change of Plans

I flew from Osaka the next day. It was a smooth flight. I landed in Naha early and had an entire day there. The plan was to go back to the 1000 yen cubicles and just worked on my computer. I luckily got the last bed available that night then came the bad news. There was a typhoon passing through Okinawa that night and it was heading towards Taiwan. All I could think was, “Noooo, why??? Not now!!! Muthaphukinshitegoddamahole!!!” Sure enough, my fears came the next morning.

I dragged my boxed up bicycle to the airport just to have my flight delayed until 10am the next morning. My box was in such bad condition from too much use, and leaving it for a month in a moist hiding spot between 2 buildings that I had to tape it up excessively. I decided it was best to leave it at the airport in a storage room. The problem was I thought it was for each 24 hour period but the end of the day counted for one day so I had to pay 1200 yen for 2 days. Luckily, I took out more money than I needed and I would still have enough for the extra day.

I strolled around Kokusai Dori that day. It was busier and had cuter woman around this time around and was thinking we should have come in July instead. As night came and the typhoon started getting stronger, the streets got emptier as the night progressed. I went back to the hostel, ate dinner and did some socializing. I ended up meeting a couple of Polish girls. They were supposed to go out with some Japanese girls and an Aussie so they invited me too. I said I would love to but I didn’t have enough money, no banks were open and I had to leave the next day super early so if they lent me money, there’s no way to pay them back. They came back later and offered to pay for me to join them because no one else wanted to go anymore. I half reluctantly, half gladly accepted so I went to get ready.

The streets were dead. Saicolo, the biggest club in town wasn’t even open. They asked a local where to go. They directed us to reggae club. There were barely any people in there but the music was good. It was a small joint but looked massive at that time. We drank, talked, and danced until 3am when I ran out of steam. They were 22 so they said they could have stayed all night but I needed to wake up at 7:30am so they came with me. Too bad it wasn’t in more than one way.

So that was my last day in Japan. I was sad to leave in many ways but I was eager to go to Taiwan for the first time in a long time. I am in the Taiwan Best Trip contest and planning to win so there is much preparation and work to be done.

31st DAY: Nara Park

I decided to spend the last day with my scooter to drive 45km each way to Nara Park. It was much different driving without any luggage and Nigel. He is very cautious when he drives so I have to tone it down while driving with him. You could say I like to take more risks but I still feel like I drive safely. I guess you can say it depends on if you are used to driving in Asia or not. I had a route picked out via google maps but when it came to it, all the signs pointed to Route 25 to Nara so I changed my route. Nearly the entire 2 hours was heavy traffic. There wasn’t much of a shoulder but I still had enough room to squeeze through and make my own lane. It was a good feeling to drive past car after car and avoid the traffic jam.

The park was very nice. I saw a multi level temple, pagoda like temple, a bigger typical looking temple, a few shrines, many many reindeer, a pagoda in a lake, artificial waterfall and river, and a couple Japanese gardens. I even got my picture with a couple cute girls in kimonos. There was much more to see but I ran out of time and the park is big so I was getting tired of walking anyways.

I had to drop off the bike at the shop by 7pm. It was already 4:30pm so it would be tight. I knew that but I was starving so I had to scarf something down quick along the way. Traffic was worse on the way back but in a way that was better. That meant that the cars weren’t moving so I could pass by them more safely. This time there was the jam was never ending except for a 3km stretch through the mountains. I almost felt sorry for the people in the cars as I scooted past in my scooter.

I stopped for gas in the city because you needed to bring it back with a full tank. I looked for the company phone number to tell them I'd be 5-10 minutes late. I couldn't find it. Luckily, I was close and I knew exactly how to get there. I arrived at 7:05 but there was no point to worry at all. They were still busy doing stuff. I walked in with the bike before they even noticed me. While I was emptying my seat of my things, I realized I forgot to bring my receipt to the headlight I had to buy. I knew it was in the high 2000's. He offered me 1500 yen because I didn't have my receipt, I laughed. After some research he came up with 2625 yen, I accepted. I found out when I got home that it was 2940 yen but that was my fault so it was ok. I walked away from the bike shop glum. I now had to take the public transit.

I got back to the hostel, took my onsen bath and prepared for my next day in Kobe and Himeji Castle. I would be my last day in Honshu. My trip was coming to an end and it was time to go to Taiwan to do the Taiwan Best Trip contest.

29th DAY: Osaka Fireworks Display

It had been awhile since we had been in the same bed for a long time. I was getting comfortable being in this place. It sucked we had to move again. Getting into Sakai City was the easy part. We only had to follow one road south. Like usual, once we got there, signs disappear and you go right past your destination. We drove in circles looking for this train station. Then suddenly, it was right in front of us and we didn't even realize it because it is so small and unmarked. They came and picked us up. From there there was no way we could have found this place. I wonder how much trouble others had.

It was a little old but the rooms were private and quite cheap. We were still tired so we took a siesta. The fireworks in Tondabayashi didn't start until 19:45 so the plan was to leave by 18:00, that didn't happen. We rushed out some time past 18:30. Traffic wasn't so bad until we got closer. We stopped at a rice patty farm where there were no buildings but decided to go closer. Soon after the road was blocked off so we parked our bikes. It was 19:15 so we jogged part of the way. We reached the top of the hill where there were many people sitting in open fields so we stayed there. It would have been better to go a little closer but it was still good.

The entire country competes to put on the best fireworks show. Each city has its own style. Some even shoot them from within the water. Ours was going to be about an hour long. They were going to blow 12000 fireworks in that time. It started off with a big bang and was continuous except for a few short breaks in between. They blew off so many that they created a new cloud of just smoke that obstructed the view. This made it real difficult to get a good picture. It was also somewhat repetitive. I didn't feel they used enough variety of works, just only big loud ones. Can't complain if I compare it to any show we have in Canada.

As we were leaving, it started raining. I didn't bring my rain dress so I got soaked. It was okay though because at least I had a room with a shower.

28th DAY: More of the Same

The room wasn't quite what we wanted for its price so we went searching for another guesthouse. There were few on the list. The one near the park and zoo seemed like a good choice until we got to the park. We followed the directions but there was no guesthouse to be found. Did I mention, it was raining the whole time we were searching? Well, that made me done of Nagoya already. We just kept driving onwards to Osaka. It looked easy. Follow Route 1, change to 25 all the way to Tennoji Station where we're supposed to call Sara of the Banana House Hostel and get directions. Sounds simple doesn't it?

We were doing great following 1 but 25 was a different question. There were 2 of them which we already knew about but we ending up finding the wrong one. They started in different places. One was for normal traffic and the other was an expressway which we've been avoiding the whole time because we aren't allowed on them. Problem was, we were heading directly towards the expressway and there was no turning back, unless we wanted to backtrack who knows how many km's. I had a closer look at the sign. Apparently, according to the congi, it said 125cc and below cannot go on there. I saw it from the positive perspective and read nothing under 125cc. I was so wrong but I was glad to make that mistake, otherwise the police would never have found us.

It was excellent! There were no traffic lights, the limit was 60km/hr which we were the only ones following, except for 1 truck that we trailed. That made me feel better about going so slow in comparison. I was feeling a bit tired and I had some coffee in my bag so I signaled to stop and take a break. When we started up again, a few km's down the road we saw the police. We kept going but they were behind us. Eventually, they called on the loudspeaker for us to pull over. We obliged. They talked to us for a brief moment but we didn't fully understand what they wanted. What we got out of it was they wanted us to stay on the shoulder, so we did. Then they called us again telling us to go into the off ramp, so we did. That was when they seemed more forceful in their voice. But then they realized that we were baka gaijin (stupid foreigners) and their faces changed immediately. They didn't even ask us for license and registration at all. This is when you apologize profusely and say, "sumimasen" and "gomenasai." That is when I found out that you need a 250cc to be on there. They were not intimidating whatsoever. They shockingly were willing to escort us to the Route 25 we were supposed to be on. We followed behind them through farm fields and small back roads until they stopped and left us on our way. Unbelievable! The best thing about it was we drove about 60km on the expressway and made great time although we still arrived at Tennoji Station at 9pm.

I called Sara as soon as we arrived. She asked me, "Where are you?" Dumbass! I told her I'd call her as soon as we got there. I asked for directions. She said she'd call me back because she wasn't sure. Dumbass! Within the 8 hours, she didn't even prepare a way to get to her own hostel she manages. 15 minutes later, no call so I called her back. She asks me, "Where are you?" Dumbass! I just told her I didn't know where to go. She finally tells me it's still 30 minutes from Tennoji so Nigel decides against it and we'd look for another place. We search frantically but nothing. We had some brochures of Osaka so he pulls them out. I found Nagai Youth Hostel which was in the Lonely Planet but again he said it was too far. It was half the distance. Then he found the Nagai Youth Hostel on his youth hostel map and it was okay. It was 10:30pm and they were open until 11. They were our last hope. So in the end, we got there just on time and it was a blessing. Boy was I relieved. The cool thing about it was it was inside a big park in an actual soccer stadium, and baseball stadiums, outdoor swimming park, track, etc... Unfortunately, the next day was fully booked so we still had to move and find that crappy in comparison Banana House in Sakai City.

Boy was I glad to get that day over with. I took a bath in the onsen and went straight to bed.

22nd DAY: Tokyo City

The hotel reception wanted to assure we left by 10am, bikes and all. They didn’t like the idea of us leaving any bags or our scooters there while we were in central Tokyo. Our plan was to stay up all night and go back early in the morning as soon as the day broke. We went to the station to put our bags in the lockers, and find a place to park our scooters without having to pay. We found the perfect spot amongst some other scooters and bicycles at an apartment complex near the station. We put them license plates facing the wall in case anybody noticed our Osaka plates. As we were getting ready, someone came home and saw us there. We got a little paranoid they might call the towing company or something. We left trying not to think about it.

It was a long train ride but I was excited to see what the boast about what the most expensive city in the world offered. First on the list was Shibuya where the famous pedestrian crossing is. Not so interesting, unless you like to shop. We found a good Indian restaurant and filled our bellies with nice warm curry. Other than that, there isn’t much to see so we walked towards Shinjuku where there are more malls, some nightlife and the Japanese style red light district.

On the way there, we stumbled upon this stadium. There were many people walking in so we followed. Inside was a big wrestling competition for children. It was real entertaining to see so many children interested in such a sport in Japan. I figure it’s because it’s similar to sumo. Nigel thinks it’s because they’ve got a bid in for the Olympics in 2016 and they’re preparing.

Either way, it gave us something to do other than the usual tourist stuff. The stadium was next to the park so we ventured in. There were people doing all sorts of activities, such as, tap dancing, hip hop dancing, playing catch, running, cycling, bubble making, and even 2 fenced off areas for dogs, separated by weight. I’m glad we decided to walk from Shinbuya to Shinjuku, otherwise, we wouldn’t have seen this common life.

It was now getting dark so we made our way to Shinjuku.

Apparently, you can find used girls underwear in vending machines and other strange things but we found none of that. We just saw the normal cigarettes, drinks, and food tickets for restaurants. We walked into one business thinking they’d be in there but to my surprise, we found a small stall full of girl’s pictures. I’m not sure but my guess is you choose one of the girls and the owner calls her to meet you for services. Dangerous to have one of these around after you come out of a bar, drunk and horny.We walked around the small area just to check it out. One of the hundreds of hustlers on the streets trying to pull people into their establishment started talking to us. He could even speak Chinese. I was impressed. His Chinese was better than mine but that’s not saying much. He followed us for about 50m telling us we can get in for free, the girls take off all their clothes, many beautiful girls, etc… I would have had a peak if it weren’t 12000yen ($130US) for an hour. The girls probably didn’t even speak English anyways.

We were a little curious what the fascination was to Japanese men so Nigel really wanted to try one with Filipinos. The poster said 980yen for 40 minutes all you can drink, which sounded reasonable so I agreed. It was a brand new bar so it was quite well decorated. The problem was the girls all looked too old for my liking. They ushered us to a seat with a bottle of whiskey. I failed to realize that that was what they were offering for all you can drink. I naively ordered a beer, then 2 more. During that time we chatted to the women, and sang a couple songs on the karoke machine. It was fun but you know these women were only talking to you because it’s their job. The 40 minutes were up and after declining to stay longer, they gave us the axe to the jugular. Each beer was 1500yen ($16US). Our bill came out to 7100 yen ($80US). We left there feeling completely robbed and furious at ourselves for not being more careful. This is after the women were telling us that we should be careful for the African hustlers at Rapongi, the place with pubs and discos where we were heading to next. It was them that we needed to be careful for. Never will I make that mistake to go into one of those places again!

We got out the station, turned the corner and bam, there they were. The street was lined with Africans. They weren’t afraid to talk to anybody but I was happy to know that they’d leave you alone if you asked, unlike the other Japanese guy. We stopped and had a conversation to one of them. He was real nice. He told us how they’d come here to make money and look for a Japanese wife to get away from the strife in their own country, fair enough, makes sense. The next guy we talked to is named Dennis. He was happy to meet me but we kept going. We saw Kingston Reggae bar so we stopped there and finished off our beers from 7-11. In the process, we talked to another guy. He talked about his previous business but went bankrupt and how he has a wife there and how he’s trying to start something new. He was from the delta in Nigeria so he must be happy to get away from that.He escorted us up to his bar. It was still happy hour until 11pm so drinks were a reasonable 500yen instead of the usual 1000yen in that area. You weren’t allowed with no beer in your hand, either, otherwise, they’d kick you out. I had a bottled Guiness. There weren’t many people inside but the music was good. We were having fun but it was time to go to 911.

We’ve been searching all over Japan for a real disco where there is a dance floor or one that’s bigger than 3m squared. The search was over. I’m pretty sure Rapongi is the only place in the entire country. I wanted to test the rule about the beer so I didn’t order a drink until they asked. It took them about 30 minutes before they approached me but I didn’t want to go as far as to see if they’d boot me out. As the night continued, it got super congested in there. Many girls but I couldn’t find one that stunned me. I approached a few but was unsuccessful. Nigel on the other hand met a cutie. Unfortunately, she didn’t have a friend that could entertain me. She felt tired and offered us to sleep at her place since she knew our situation. Nigel gladly accepted. I accepted not so gladly but the alternative seemed bleak. I waited outside for them to get ready. In that time I talked to a cute Korean. She was positive, and offered to introduce me to her friends but then Nigel came and said he was leaving and if she could take care of me. She said it was cool to hang out as long as I didn’t latch on to her. It didn’t look so positive anymore so we got into a taxi and left.

We had no idea where she lived but 15 minutes, and 4500yen later we arrived. She lived with just her father. She had the entire upstairs to herself. We hung out in the living room for awhile but she had to pack to go to Hawaii the following day and she said she had to wake up at 9:30am so they left. I happily slept on the foldable couch with a blanket and air conditioning.

19th DAY: Outlook Positive

You should have seen our room. We had splayed all our stuff all over the room to dry. We had to get out of our comfy hotel by 10am so we got up at 8:30. With the amount of packing, eating, washing and of course using the computers, we were late 30 minutes to check out but luckily, they didn't care. Our day started real good. The sky looked like there possibly could be no rain, for a few hours anyways. We didn't have to go far so we hoped we wouldn't get wet. Myoko Kogen was only 35km away. This is the town that Tom and Nazomi from Niss were supposed to open their new ski school. And we were foing to help them find customers from Taiwan so we wanted to go there and check out the scene.

We started at the info center at the train station. They were real helpful. One man even knew Nazomi. He helped us find the hotels we needed to talk to and answered the 100 questions we had. Next we went to the resort and looked around a bit, took some pictures and videos but too bad, there was a big cloud hovering over the mountain peak. After that we went to the 4 hotels they suggested. 1st and 3rd were super nice and sounded like they were willing to do business. 2nd sounded like an option but we'd need a Japanese speaking person to talk to him again because he didn't speak English. 4th was more classy and more expensive so it's probably out of the question unless that's what the people are looking for. We left there feeling like this can very well be possible and this gives us more motivation to make it work.

We decided to check out Lake Nojiri. As we got there, guess what happened? Why of course, it started raining. It looked like a nice place to stop and I wanted to stay but as always there's also the pressure to keep going in case we don't give ourselves enough time to make it back to Osaka. In the end, I'm glad we stayed because it really started to come down an hour later but this time we didn't get wet, thank god!

18th DAY: Rain, Rain, Rain

There was a big lightning storm all night. We woke up with a break in the rain. We ate breakfast, packed up our stuff and tried to let the tent dry but the rain gods wouldn't have it. Luckily, they gave us a trickle before the heavy rains started coming and boy did they come. It was so hard we had to stop. We were backtracking back to Toyama so I could buy my ticket from Osaka to Naha. We eventually got there but I got my shoes soaked in the process. The cheapest flight I could find was 25000 yen ($280US). Super expensive considering I paid 16000 yen to go the opposite way. We hung out a bit more in a coffee shop because we were both dreading driving in the rain some more but we had to go even if it didn't slow and it didn't. We drove for 4 hours til we got to Joetsu not Myoko where we wanted to go another . We were wet and cold so we stayed in a hotel and lived it up for the night. It was 5000 yen each ($60) but it was dry, and comfy.