During my first visit to Japan in the summer of 2000, I lived with a host family in Kanazawa for one month. Even though I was just in my early teens at the time, wanderlust had already become a favorite pastime. (That probably explains why after having already separated from the group five times, the group leader of the homestay program became upset with me…)
In any event, one of those exploratory jaunts (auspiciously) led me into a building which housed a Brazilian sauna, replete with Polaroids of Brazilian and Japanese women wearing bikinis. At the time, I didn’t know any Japanese – thus, I couldn’t read any signs, but from that point on, I could only imagine the possibilities… moreover, knowing Japan as I do now that’s likely the only establishment still in business in that building.
Fast-forward a few years to when I was able to read some of the language. Great right? Time to take lots of blurry photos of neon, check out the weird nightlife and hire someone with 20/20 vision–
I’d really like to see what’s going on up there, but gosh I just can’t read it to save myself. On top of that, the club/store may not even let foreigners in anyway.
On second thought, I could always take up another hobby.