I noticed that whilst I mentioned briefly in my main catch
up post what I had been up to I never went into full detail about my time in
Japan. I shall be doing a series of posts about certain aspects of my time
living there. More so just for me to remember them. The writing might not make
sense nor be interesting but stay with me. Also just to cover myself everything
written about Japan is my own opinion. The opinion has come after three
different stays, in three different cities at three different points of my
life. Now that has been cleared up let me begin.
Night Life in Nagasaki
Like any party loving Brit I was looking forward to having good
nights out. To meet the typical Japanese person who wasn’t someone I worked
with and to just get away from the stress of having to deal on a daily and
hourly basis of being treated like a moron. I think the Japanese do not
understand what clubbing actually is, at least not in Nagasaki. It was almost
impossible to find anywhere other than hostess and host bars, many more of the
former then the latter, and anywhere we did find was usually just a long bar
with a few tables and a couple of staff, one being the master drinks maker. In England
we have an already set idea on what is cheap, what is expensive and how a pint
of beer should be. The Japanese do not understand nor know what a pint should
look like. They find it perfectly acceptable if not better that the beer be
half head and half liquid…
(This is actually how it looks.)
I have done beer pulling training with the guys who own Heineken.
The head must be no more than 1% of the pint. In England a punter will complain
if there’s not the right amount of head…insert sexual innuendo here… I know I
would. Yet all you see on the adverts is nearly all head. The bar that I became
a regular in poured the beer so badly I asked if I could pull it myself. It was
Carlsberg which is one of the more difficult pints to pull, I think it’s the
pump, yet it didn’t bother them. They instead stirred the beer hoping that would
flatten the head. A STIRRED LAGER. It was all wrong to me plus the fact that
more often than not the beer would be costing me at least 500 yen. Expensive.
I found out about the beer situation pretty early. That unless I
was buying a can of beer, often cheaper than fruit or vegetables, it was best
to avoid the golden nectar. I decided to stick with spirits. After all back in England
when I go out that is what I stick to. Again another shock. There were no sours
to start off the night, there was no Sambuca to have with lemonade and there
wasn’t even any lemonade. Instead the choice was vodka, whiskey, rum, Tequila
or shochu. I could never afford Malibu rum and vodka is usually the one drink I
avoid like the plague, it has the habit of making me extremely aggressive. I
did try shochu which gave me my first ever hangover and made me paralytic. In
the end I realised that the cheapest drinks, which is important as I was only
on a volunteers wage, were tequila a drink that I have learned makes me vomit
like I’m possessed and vodka which makes me loud, aggressive and in the words
of an Irishman incredibly more chav like.
(My first night out with a screwdriver.)
Also unlike England there is no designated clubbing spot. The
clubs are not one building but instead could be a room on the third floor. You
would be well advised to walk up the random staircases you see dotted around
the town and know that you will come across another bar or more likely a
hostess bar. There are many different views on hostesses. My idea and again
this is my own opinion high class escorts that get the men incredibly drunk for
more money and where dresses look like tacky prom dresses….. My own opinion. They
also seem to have nails that make me wonder how they do anything with them and
maybe the reason why they have to drink so much is because they are tense from
not being able to masturbate… ahem my idea of a joke. Sorry…
(See what I mean though there are different styles some are not as bad as this. This picture is for dramatic effect)
So on the first night out, me and partner decided we should
celebrate in style. We wanted one drink and then go home. Now we are typical English
girls who decided that one drink is never enough and decided to go and get
pissed, go to a club and pull some random men. THAT DOES NOT HAPPEN HERE...much
I have written earlier about our escapades. We could not find a
club but different bars.
The one that we became a regular in was called Dindi with the swastika
sign. The staff were lovely if a little useless when it got busy. I mean one
night when it was packed because it was some gaijin party, full of obnoxious Americans,
one who asked why, when saying no to my friend who was asking if I wanted to go
home, I was saying no to him. Um I just met you mate plus you look like a
skeleton with skin with a crappy baseball cap and misjudged arrogance….
Like I was saying it was packed and it ended up that my 1000yen
for 90 minutes paid for only two drinks though I had ordered ten. They kept forgetting
and were not able to handle being busy. Are you wondering why it was 1000yen
for 90 minutes?
It is common in japan for a thing called のみひょうだい (nomi hyoudai). It’s a set amount of
time where you can drink anything. It can work out cheaper if you are a
borderline alcoholic like me. Yet like always it’s only designated drinks,
tequila, vodka, crappy beer and whisky. Not the best choice but I’m not going
to moan.
Dindi is a room on the 3rd floor of a random building
by a tram stop. It has a bar and a bit of a dance floor with some couches.
Compared to the clubs I’m used to working in, and partying it I could not
comprehend how they could deal with busy periods. They don’t get busy.
(See tiny.)
It mainly played hip hop and r&b. I like heavy club/dance
music or heavy rock/metal. So not my cup of tea. Luckily the bar man became a friend
of mine so the only reason I ended up going was because he let my 1000yen nomi
hyoudai last till 6am when the bar shut.
That is the one strange thing. Bars either shut incredibly early
at 12 or incredibly well early at 6am. Though do not worry McDonalds is open 24
hours so there is always somewhere to wait for the trams/trains to start and
taxis are ridiculously expensive.
Like everywhere in Japan it is legal, if not easier to smoke
inside. So every bar, club, restaurant, café etc. is smoky and dark. You will
be sat there smelling of smoke. My lungs are probably black tar.
(That is
my friend but that is the amount of smoke I was constantly surrounded by)
SO for now that is it. Japanese bars are a strange breed. Where
you relax and unwind and lose all your money. Whilst it was nice to get out and
mingle, mainly it seemed with Americans there were also many Japanese who
wanted to talk to us and feel if my breasts were real. Yes they are naturally
large…It’s strange I was touched up more by woman then men. Like everywhere
enjoy yourself and the strangeness and you may be lucky you may pull a bloke
that looks like this.
Yes this did happen. Don’t have nightmares.
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