All good things must end Off to Tokyo
04.03.2009 - 31.03.2009 21 °C
The first night Miles and I pushed our way through the crowds of pimps and hookers blocking every sidewalk, talking on their phones, sizing us up. The shouts and commotion kept us up all night. I thought, my god, a month of this. What am I going to do? The pimps turned out to be 'catchers'. In Japan apparently, an honest job, where you get to dress up in long pointy shoes and dye your hair blond. The 'hookers' aren't. They are the modern day derivative of the Geisha, young girls who really dress up, ball gowns, big hair, wobbly heels. There is a store around the corner where they go to buy their outfits. The mannequins look like six inch PVC pipe. You have to be a size minus three. Anyway the 'talking' girls only talk. The mainland tourist will pay 7000yen for an hour in the bar with a girl, plus drinks. Call it a hundred to two hundred bucks an hour to sit and talk! I hope this never takes off in Canada! So the noise outside is just partying, the street is vacant except for a few sleepy cab drivers. I moved my room to the back of the hotel, being downwind I know what's on the menu at the restaurant. Things are quiet.
Okinawa can best be described as a safe place. Little old ladies walk can walk around after dark. There may be bars on the windows but the doors aren't locked. I've seen less policemen here in a month than I would in a day in Newmarket. The guys building or teaing down on the street are always playing it safe. Lots of flag men and signs. Safety first partner! I'd have been out of a job.
Yagi Dojo and the Maebukon people exceeded every expectation I could have had. They train extremely hard, like to play and make being courteous a way of life. I don't just mean polite. I mean taking into consideration what the other person thinks and might feel.
Tomorrow I'm off to Tokyo. A big big city. Some things on the mainland will be different I'm sure.
I know now why people keep coming back to Okinawa.