Ohaiyo Tokyo Pt 1

My impression of Tokyo has been a mosiac piece of induced perception from movies, drama serials and porn. It is the birth place of sushi, Honda, eyeliner and ninjas.

Tokyo, what's not to love? Raw fish, overpriced transportation and girls who will suck cock for Louis Vuittion - or at least that's what porn has been proliferating. It's the destination of every puberty initiated boy.

It's taken me 28 years, but I'm here. The porn capital of the far East. The mecca of bleach blonde hair and eyeliner. The maverick of technology, revolutionary father of vending machines and a society bounded by tradition. Call it what you may, but if you actually re-arrange the word 'Japan', it actually spells 'paradise'.

Coincidence? I think not.

If you've actually been here, you'll find that the people here don't actually speak, but they sing. I've been here for under 24hours and every other Japanese here speaks with such a melodic accent that if there was bass in the background, it would qualify as a karaoke.

I don't know if it's mandatory for them to sing their words, but everytime you enter a shop or restaurant, they greet you with what seems like a song it's like you're walking in on a Japan Idol audition.

And the girls?

I don't know if it's legal here, but some of them have on so much hairspray, they would by any law, be classified as inflammable and banned from petrol stations.

At the time of writing this, I just got back from a trance club and Poca just picked up a Japanese chick. It's too late for a full post - blame it on vodka, and lots of it - and too early for a judgement to be drawn.

It's summer here and humidity warrants a frown. Thankfully, it also means a lot more mini skirts and skin to be paraded.

I am being re-introduced to a decadent culture by Poca. This is going to be good..