Posts Tagged ‘onsen

17
Mar
09

White Night at a Yokohama Love Hotel – Part 2

Your room size and amenities will depend mostly on how much you’re willing to spend. I’m pretty utilitarian and frugal to boot so I usually go for the cheapest room, but on certain occasions I am apt to pamper myself and overindulge a little. And I had planned to do so on White Night, but because of the crowd, room selection wasn’t so much a matter of choice as it was a matter of first come first served.  So, I took the first available room, which happened to be pretty average, not much in the way of amenities.

But, at Hotel Vigado average is still pretty decent. You get the basic package of Jacuzzi tub large enough for two (perhaps even two foreigners), Large flat screen TV with cable (and half a dozen adult channels,) Karaoke, Play Station (in Shinjuku Hotels you get a PC too, but Yokohama is not Shinjuku)

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Here you can see a fairly large bed, a leather-ish love seat, and a glass closet. This is a typical midsize room. Those are Karaoke mics hanging on the wall.

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Nice sized flat screen TV, with Playstation and DVD (etc) Player. The Karaoke is wired into the television so with the Universal remote control you can pretty much control all of the electronics.

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There’s a refrigerator, a microwave and a vending machine. Some rooms have vending machine with all kinds of sex toys and sexual aids in it, but this room didn’t. )-; Gomen ne.

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The vending machines has all kinds of beverages and some munchies but I highly recommend you stop at a combini (convenience store) before you come because: a) leaving once you’ve checked in is “discouraged” and b) the stuff in the machine is, yappari, a little overpriced. The vending machines are wired directly to the cashier in the lobby. You’ve already paid for the room in advance of using it, However, when you return the key they will charge you for whatever you purchase from the vending machines. There’s beer, wine, Pepsi, Oolong and Green Tea and of course water in the machine. I think those are Cup of Noodles in the munchies compartment but I’m not sure. I always try to go to the convenience store first.

 

 

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Big bed…typical comfort. Instead of a mint or a piece of chocolate, though, you get a couple of complimentary condoms (a little tight though for me so I’d bring my own if I were you.)  They’re on top of the tissue box on the right. Those sliding doors above the bed hide the windows. The room appears windowless to, I guess, maintain an illusion of timelessness. Besides people don’t come here for the view (-: Also at the head of the bed is a console that pretty much controls all the room effects that the remote control doesn’t cover.

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This console controls all the lights, heat or AC, ventilation, music (it  a satellite radio and receives stations from all over the world live I believe. Yep, you can control the mood up in there if you control this thing.

 

 

 

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There’s also a vanity with all kinds of cosmetics, and a stand with hair dryer’s and styling irons, etc…I never touch the stuff so I don’t know exactly what you get.

 

 

 

 

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Your toilet is of the super variety. I love these things. This is one of those technologies where the Japanese have done it again. They took something Western and improved upon it leaps and bounds!

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And what’s a hotel room without a jacuzzi tub? A place to sleep, that’s what. Well, Hotel Vigado’s got ’em and I love ’em. Compared to the typical Japanese bathing experience (tubs are so small you practically have to be a contortionist to get into them) they are a slice of heaven.

Well, there you have it…the PG-13 version of a Love Hotel experience. If you have an opportunity, get yourself into one and Enjoy!

It’s not an onsen (y’all know how I feel about onsens) but for the price and convenience, it’s not a bad way to spend White Night or any night with that special someone! My artificial date doesn’t take to water too well so I bathed alone…but at least she isn’t intimidated by my AV watching (-; and very patient, too.

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11
Dec
08

10 ways NOT to go loco in Yokohama #7: Escape from Yokohama

I was trying to find a clip that captures how I feel when I’m able to escape from Yokohama for a weekend or even overnight.

Loco crawled to freedom through 500 yards of shit-smelling foulness…

A little dramatic, I know. But, that’s almost how I feel sometimes. The best part is it makes the escape just that much sweeter!

My favorites?

1- Kusatsu – In an earlier post I mentioned Kusatsu. It’s a popular onsen area in Gunma Prefecture. My spot is up in the mountains. A little place called Shiriyaki尻焼き. Yes, that’s right

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Onsen in Kusatsu

Kozansou Hotel

Kozansou Hotel

(for you nihongo-literate people) it means Burnt Ass. It’s in a river, free, open air and co-ed. Best time to go? After a snowfall. It’s so damn picturesque! If it feels like paradise and looks like paradise then it ain’t Disney Sea. The hotel I stayed at was called Kozansou (光山荘) It wasn’t particularly all that- a little low tech, but it was decent and the food was pretty good.

2- Nikko – It was difficult to make Nikko number two but only one can be number one. Nikko reigned supreme until I visited Kusatsu. I’ve been to Nikko a number of times. It’s convenient as hell and there are things to do aside from soak your bottom.  You can go see the monkeys, for example. Okay, it’s not a thrill a second but it’s something. The monkeys there have been known to mug and/or assault people so I call them the gangster chimps.  Here’s a video I found on the tube to illustrate:

There are also some caged monkeys, but I hate to see caged animals (or people for that matter.)

Then there’s Kegon Waterfall, but don’t take a taxi to the top…do yourself a favor and hop on a bus, unless you’re okanemochi (rich.) I did.  Big mistake. There’s usually a traffic jam and it wound up taking 90 minutes and costing damn near $100. Kegon is no Niagara Falls (I’m a New Yorker, you know I had to go there) but it’s chyo kawaii (sooooo cute!) (-:

Also you can check out Lake Chuzenji or make your way up Nantai Yama. It’s awesome!

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Kegon looks better from afar doesn’t it? (so do I for that matter)

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And of course there are a hundred friggin shrines and temples everywhere but if you’ve seen one you’ve seen them all (-: Just joking, kinda. Actually Nikko has some of the most beautiful and colorful shrines I’ve ever seen (and I’ve seen quite few.)2619642337_c5f1c2575f_o

And of course there’s the Onsen. I’ve been to  several and I honestly can’t tell you the name of the hotels I stayed at but they were all great. Each had a different type of onsen. My favorite was one tucked into the side of a mountain.

3- Kawaguchiko-Mt. Fuji– New year’s eve 2006 I popped over to Kawaguchi-ko. WOW! It was friggin cold! But, the onsen was wonderful and if you can catch the reflection of Mount Fuji off of the lake it’s really something to see. Of course when I went it was a little cloudy so the top of Fuji was hidden. That night however I could see it clearly, but my 1998 Sony Cyber-shot with the 2 megapixels was like, “And? Mofo if you wanna be Jimmy Olsen you better upgrade!” So I had to clip one from a most generous blogger (thanks!)

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Well, what else can I say? You gotta escape Yokohama as often as possible to keep your wits from escaping you! And Onsens do it for me. You’ll come back to the city refreshed and ready to swallow all the obscenities they can throw at you, for a couple of months at least (-; I’m trying to book a holiday escape right now.

Next up: #8: Find a Role Model

Loco

28
Nov
08

When it rains we all get wet…

Many Japanese, when walking towards me, have a tendency to (upon noticing me and while at the same time noticing that there is little room or little time to make a run for it) put a hand up to their faces, like one might do if the sun was in one’s eyes. Only, I’m the sun and since I’m not above them but ahead of them and oncoming, the hand goes between their eyes and me, as if to block out any hypnotic suggestion I might be trying to transmit or worse, to blot me out of their world view. This is primarily done my men, but women do it, too. The women do it coyly, however, while the men more aggressively.

I call it the tic because it appears to be involuntary. I can walk past ten people in a row and 7 of them will perform this tic. It has other manifestations. Sometimes the arm between us swings up in an “I’m prepared to protect myself from you so don’t even think about trying anything” kind of gesture. The ones ashamed (I guess it’s shame) of this instinct catch themselves and try to make it seem like they suddenly had to know the time or check the sleeve of their suit for moth holes, elbow held high and defensively. These people used to make me so angry. I wanted to justify their fear so badly, but i usually didn’t.

That is why I love rainy days in Japan. With an umbrella obscuring my features (and by features I mean me) from the oncoming pedestrians I’m just another human being trying not to get wet. I can be virtually anonymous. I don’t have to endure the daily onslaught of offenses, at least not on the streets. But, I have to make sure that I have a colored umbrella. Sometimes, when the rain comes unexpectedly I’m forced to borrow a cheap umbrella from the collection of discarded umbrellas that sit in the umbrella rack in front of my school for just such an occasion, and most of them are the cheap umbrellas you can pick up in the convenience store for anywhere from 100 to 500 yen. Unfortunately, they are typically transparent. These umbrellas do not offer as much sanctuary.

It’s raining in Yokohama today. I’ve always been a big fan of rain. Long walks in the rain with a special someone always makes me feel closer to the person. Making love while it’s raining always seems more romantic and intense. I love water. Rivers, lakes, oceans, beaches, showers, baths, Crystal Geyser (until recently), onsens…something about water makes me feel in balance with and connected to the Universe.

Japan has given me a new reason to love the rain: Anonymity

Loco

20
Nov
08

Gaijin Hygiene

One of my favorite things about Japan are onsens. I was introduced to onsens on my first visit here, before I decided to relocate. I came to visit my friend and stayed with him for a couple of weeks. During that time he, his girlfriend (now his wife), a friend of hers and I went out to Saitama to a town called Chichibu and made papier-mache at a paper factory, picked grapes in a vineyard and spent the night at a hotel with an indoor onsen. The paper making and grape picking was a little provincial for my taste but the hotel and the onsen were all that! Turns out, it was a fateful night. Laying in the soft embracing warmth of the futons laid out on the tatami floor mats, feeling all squeaky clean with sulfur and other minerals coursing through my body and tingling my skin, I thought to myself, “I could do this…live in Japan for a spell.”

Well, that spell is five years and counting…

My friend John had explained to me at the time that you must wash yourself thoroughly before getting into the onsen because other people were going to use it and who wants to bathe in your scum?

“Wash before you bathe…ok, I’m with you.” Made sense to me. Like when you go to the swimming pool.

“Not wash…wash thoroughly!

Well, I didn’t think I needed anyone telling me how to wash my own ass. Until the first time I watched Japanese washing their asses.  Like surgeons before surgery, only their entire friggin’ bodies.

“Come on, man. Won’t a shower with soap and water suffice?”

“Not in Japan.”

“I don’t have to use antiseptics and disinfectants and shit, do I?”

“Nah, just soap and water.”

So, that night I took my first Japanese pre-bath bath. I stood near the door to the onsen and watched a Japanese guy do it first. He got a kick out of being watched by a jolly black giant, I gotta tell ya. He sat on the stool and used a large ladle to pour water on his hair, then used the liquid soap and washed his hair. Then he used the ladle again, pouring the water over his hair to remove the soap. Then he repeated this ladle-soap-ladle thing for every part of his body until I had to restrain myself for grabbing the shower head that was right in front of him and hosing him down.

Then he stepped over to the onsen and eased himself into it without a grimace.

OK, I can do this. John was on the opposite side of the washroom doing it like a pro. He’d been living in Japan for a couple of years at that point. The stool looked bigger when the other guy had been sitting on it. He looked absolutely relaxed and comfortable, and he wasn’t short. But, when I sat on it -after hosing off his hiney juice cuz he had been butt naked sitting on it a few seconds ago- I concluded that unless you were a midget, a dwarf, a child or some kind of contortionist, comfort on this stool was not an option. It was clearly for people accustomed to squatting or resting on one’s haunches. And though I’m a quarter Jamaican, and they squat a lot too, I wasn’t feeling this position at all.

I repeated what I had seen as well as I could, standing up every couple of minutes to stretch my legs. John had finished and had gone and got in the onsen. I sat there feeling all awkward trying to ladle water to reach the soap in the crack of my ass. I had to be doing it incorrectly. I envisioned soap bubbling to the surface once I got in the onsen. Once I was satisfied I’d reached every nook and cranny I walked over to the onsen. And, the guy who’d been my bathing role model decided it was time to go.

I eased myself into it, step by step. It eventually felt wonderful! I’d kind of felt like Ken Norton in Mandingo for a few

Mandingo / slave onsen, bottom right

Mandingo / slave onsen, bottom right

minutes (he was a fighting slave whose master had boiled him in oil to toughen up his skin) but it got better little by little.

“Yo, what’s with the ladle?” I asked John.  “Why can’t we just use the shower head?”

“How the hell am I supposed to know? I’m not Japanese.”

5 years later, I still don’t get the ladle…I guess it’s like those people who still use matches to light their cigarettes.

I’ve now been to onsens all over Kanto. Izu, Atami, Gunma, Saitama, Nikko, Hakone, Kusatsu, etc… But, my favorite is in Kusatsu. Wanna know why? Bliss, baby! (see pics below)

Onsen in Kusatsu

Onsen in Kusatsu

The entire river is an onsen and it’s located in a valley surrounded by snowy cliffs. Ahhh… Any of you asking why I’m still here, onsens would be high on that list. They make (almost) everything else worthwhile.

I joined a rather expensive gym not far from my house for two reasons: It has a basketball court and an onsen. They actually import onsenized water from an onsen in Nikko! So, after I work up a sweat in the gym, I can take a dip in the waters of a natural hot spring…

That is, after I make a show of washing my ass before all of the Japanese men made anxious by my presence in their midst.

Kusatsu Onsen

Kusatsu Onsen

It’s a show because I refuse to go to the area to the side of the onsen and straddle that stool and ladle water all over myself. That shit is played. And, generally, it’s from that direction that people enter the onsen. When I come from the other direction, where the showers are located, how can they be sure that every crack and crevice of my body has been de-gaijinized?

So, here’s what i do, for their benefit: I enter the rather large room and make a big show of stretching like it’s my pre-shower Gaijin Hygiene routine. Give everyone in the joint enough time to catch a glimpse of me, especially the gentlemen already bathing in the Onsen…it doesn’t take long, trust m. Even after having been a member for over a year now, and even having made a couple of member friends, I am still a Mack truck on the sidewalk up in there, people diving out of my way.

Once I’m sure everyone has peeped me and are then wondering what the hell am I doing stretching in the bathing area when there’s a whole 3 floors of gym outside the locker room designated for that, I make a beeline for the shower room. While I’m in there I whistle Rakim’s “Move the crowd” while I wash my ass oh so thoroughly. Only then do I make my way to the onsen.

They still look extremely ill at ease sometimes but they don’t head for the doors as soon as I arrive as often as they used to.

i guess that’s something…

Loco




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