Personal Monsters: Nippori to Akihabara

Now it would seem that everyone in the world knew about "Love Hotels", not Quinn, not Phil, not me, but everyone else. It's an interesting experience when three large white me wander into a "hotel" to ask about a room. We ask a price, the ask if it's two men and one girl, we say it's three men, they cross there arms in a big X and offer no more assistance.

It wasn't until the third stop that we realized why we were getting such strange looks. It was even later that we realized why two men and one women was acceptable. Yowza.

We decided to hop back on the train and head from Nippori to Akihabara thinking there may be more accommodations further into Tokyo.

As soon as we step of the train and into the wide open courtyard Quinn exclaims "I want to ride flatland here". We look across the massive area and spot a young man doing just that. We wander over and strike up a conversation, this will be one of our last English conversations (aside from each other) for the next week and a half.

We explain that were looking for accommodations so we follow him to the nearest capsule hotel. He mentions that there are also "relaxation suites" just down the street so off we go. There is no Canadian equivalent. It's like going to the nearest porn shop which also happens to have private rooms and a shower. You pay your fee to the overly excited otaku porn dealer and you can stay for 12 hours and you get 5 free rentals...pass.

We spent the night in the porn store. The night was restless, noisy and smelly (durp) but the shower was fantastic though I'm sure there was someone watching the action at all times, look for my DVD I assume it will be out soon.