Asia | Japan | Tokyo – Breaknight
On the train, leaving Tokyo. I am covered from head to toe in dirt and grime. Tony and I thought it would be a good idea to attempt to break night again. It worked, I am on the train, and should make it in time for the flight, but am I ever tired. We spent a good majority of the day yesterday in the Tokyo Dome Hotel, attempting to print up some of these letters and envelopes. It took like three or four hours, and they were charging by the half hour, six yen. They ended up only charging me about twelve dollars, because the printer kept breaking and it was more their fault then mine. After that we went out to the Tokyo Dome Arena, and watched some authentic, Japanese style, professional wrestling. Just like at home it was totally ghetto. I guess no matter where you go, pro wrestling will be the same. Here it was in Japanese, so we didnt understand any of the words, but they were smashing each other into chairs, and one time we almost got bowled over by one guy throwing another guy into the seats. We were right there ringside, maybe ten or twenty feet away from the ring. It was totally wild. I would imagine it was worse than American wrestling, because they dont have the same insurance issues here. If you get hurt in Japan, for the most part, you have to deal with it. I am falling asleep and I really have no idea what I was writing just one sentence ago. After the Dome, we went and met up with a guy that Tony met earlier that day. He was from Kenya, and was really cool. Him and his Japanese wife met us back at the Dome Hotel, and took us out to the Roppongi Area. It is where the night clubs and the tourists, and all the trouble resides, twenty four hours a day. So we say with them and played chess and talked and ate Vietnamese food until about two in the morning, exhausted, we hit the streets. We went into a couple of different clubs. I really dont remember what any of them were. One was a dart club, where you drank and played darts. The next was a dance bar called 911, I really didnt have my freak on and sat in the
corner while Tony drank rum and cokes. It was weird, I felt kind of distant, didnt really want to be a part of anyone or anything. In some ways I did, but in other ways, I just was happy to sit back and watch the show. It looked like one of those beer commercials. How alive, how sexy everyone looks at that hour. You dont notice what happens to some of these people later, after the fun and lights have died down. The next bar I went to, I danced, and it was really strange because I think these girls were hookers. They didnt come right out and say anything, but they would introduce me to some guy, as if he was the pimp or something. It was really odd. The girls looked good, but I felt sorry for them in many ways. It was fun to dance with them, but, I dont know. Maybe I shouldnt say anything about them being hookers, maybe that is just the way that girls in a bar at four or five in the morning act, but the mother of all whores was in full effect. We went to two or three more clubs after that on, some cooler than others, it was strange. They would lure you in from off the streets. These big African guys worked the door and tried to convince you to go inside. No strip clubs, and now members only lounge, and that is a good thing. Wow I am really falling asleep here again. I dont know if it was a combination of staying up all night, or what was going on, but I kept hearing things. Battery is dying.