Looking For a Good Time

２０１１年３月２０日の晩

広島

Im set off to experience some night life and am heading to a red light district the receptionist recommended. Maybe I'll find the Chinatown she spoke about. The rain had continued to drizzle but it wasn't as bad as the afternoon's shower. I go to the trolley station and totally fuck up my sense of direction. Not only are there several trolley lines running on the same track that take you to different parts of the city but I also got on the wrong side of the track. I didn't realize it until I boarded and ended up at the final stop of that particular trolley. Luckily where I ended up was not to far from my destination, plus these trolleys are consistent even on a Sunday night :D


I bounced around the trolley system until I reached the premises of tonight's adventure. I wasn't at all in the mood for clubbing but I did not want the day and night to pass me by. I roam around the streets looking for something that will grab my attention. I got lost many times and got my bearing back as well. Taking the scenic route and about I must say that Hiroshima has some dam beautiful females. On every street my sense of vision was blessed with masterpieces.

I finally decide to step into a bar I had walked by a few times. The place served yakitori (chicken pieces grilled on a skewer). Most people love yakitori but I am not a big fan, which is weird cause I love chicken more than Dave Chappell. So I get my Atsukan (hot sake) on and decide to order Yakiniku (Japanese dish of fried beef). GODDAM was that Yakiniku delicious. I went from ordering two to like 8. The Atsukan was superb as well. Hot Shots! ♪(*^^)o∀*∀o(^^*)♪

The waiters and cooks at this place were very friendly and had a great sense of humor. Certainly revisiting this place in the future. I ask the server wheres a good place to lounge and jam to music and he gives me a few places including Chinatown. As he goes down the list, a gentleman sitting a few seats down jumps in the conversation. His name was Keita. We went from talking about places to hang to him asking me about my travels and such. I was worried I wasn't going to get too much Japanese practice in if I remained at the hostel or stayed antisocial so I really appreciated his interest in wanting to converse with me. His English was worse than my Japanese so it was a challenge in understanding one another at times. He would have to reword sentences in the simplest forms for me to understand. I wasn't sure if Hiroshima had a specific dialect.

We talked about Peace Memorial Park, Nuclear power, and politics. It was really interesting because I had never talked politics in Japanese. Didn't get to far but I tried my best at it. Keita offers to take me around the block to check out what else is popping in the area. He takes me to Chinatown where I discover that Chinatown is not a "Chinatown" but a club called Chinatown. We check it out to find out the entry fee is 4000 yen with one drink (@￣ρ￣@) I'm all set with that. I wasn't even in a clubbing mood to pay for a place that cost more than Club Ageha's entry fee. I let Keita know to keep it moving and find action else where. Truth was I really didn't know what I wanted to do but I was looking for a lounge setting that would allow me to sit back to some good music, eye candy, and allow me to put my Japanese to use.

I must say Keita had some patience cause we were bouncing around the vicinity for half hour just hunting. At one point he offered to take me to a place where we could pay broads to strip for us and touch them up as well. From the sounds of it he had been to one of those places. As tempting as it was to hit a touch and feel strip club, it just wasn't my style and taste. Maybe in the future when I'm a horny middle aged man but for for now and the foreseeable future, it's just not my interest （ーー；）As we bounced around I thought about the idea and maybe just going for the sake of talking to a girl in Japanese but that went out the window when we met one of the Yakuza hustlers inviting us to go to a "girls bar". He said we could go to this bar and buy drinks and chat with some females (go on) he said it's 1600 yen an hour (go on) and told me it was happyaku yen (800 yen) but I heard hyaku yen (100 yen, dam my shitty Japanese). I was like "hell yeah, 100 yen, that's like a $1 a drink"

Ok so dude makes a call while we hang at the corner under our umbrellas. I began to get real nervous cause I had no idea what to expect plus I was in the presence of Yakuza associates. I had to piss and they kindly allowed me to use their bathroom.  

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