JAPAN — Day 9

Japanese people are great. I really love ‘em. But they don’t know anything about bacon. Take a look at the photo below and you’ll see what I mean. It shows the “American” breakfast that the hotel staff brought to our room:

After breakfast, we had an hour before we were gonna have to check out, so we changed into our robes one final time and luxuriated in the baths. Here’s my half-sister Martha using a foot-massaging machine just outside the women’s entrance . . .

. . . and here I am in a nearby hallway. Don’t be alarmed by my skin-colored two-toed socks:

The relaxation ended soon after, and before I knew it, we were waiting for a train from Kinosaki-Onsen to Kyoto. The train was delayed — unusual in Japan where everything is incredibly efficient — so I passed the time by playing with my camera:

This was my dreary view from the train:

Halfway through the two-hour ride, I got up to use the bathroom, and when I locked the door behind me , I realized that I was going to have to return with my camera. Here’s why:

The train station in Kyoto is huge (here’s a photo of one part of it from my Day 5 entry), and we ended up taking the wrong exit (or maybe it was the right exit?), which led directly into THE BIGGEST electronics store that I’d ever seen. Here’s what it looked like just inside the entrance . . .

. . . and if you think THAT’S big, consider this: in the photo above, you’re looking at one part of one floor, and there were EIGHT FLOORS!!!!!!!!

I enjoyed seeing an entire section of rice cookers:

I also enjoyed seeing the Miller Park sausage race on one of the TVs.

How’s that for random?

The weather was awful in the early afternoon, so we lingered in our hotel room longer than we wanted. This was the view:

When the rain subsided, we headed back out . . .

. . . to our favorite Ramen place from Day 5. I ordered the same thing: pork dumplings and spicy pork soup with noodles and scallions:

It rained sporadically throughout the afternoon, but we managed to stay dry by spending most of our time here:

The single greatest thing I saw at the mall, if not in all of Japan, was the following bunch of mannequins at a clothing store:

“Hey, ladies, see how nice your ass is gonna look when you greet people by bowing?!”

Classic.

Another great thing that happened in the mall was the discovery of this t-shirt:

It says, “baseball fanatic.” How perfect is that?

Check out a few of the other shirts:

Here’s some more baseball at the mall, and it couldn’t have been more random:

The photo above shows a hair salon — I only know that because it says so in English on the sign — so why are there baseball decals on the window? My only explanation is that the people of Japan love the sport.

We made it back to the hotel at around 6pm and hung out in the room for a couple hours. It was still cold and damp outside, and I was exhausted, but dammit, this was our final night in Japan, and I wasn’t quite ready to pack it in. I suggested to Martha that we go get a massage — nothing incredibly scandalous. Seriously, I wasn’t looking for anything crazy. As long as there was a woman and some oil involved, I was set.

We ended up finding a place near our hotel that had the following sign:

Looks pretty good, right?

Yeah, well, that’s not exactly how things went down. The people at the massage place spoke *NO* English, so it was impossible to communicate what we wanted. You’d think that simply pointing to a certain type of massage on the sign would’ve done the trick, but no, for some reason, it still wasn’t clear. Evidently, because we asked for a half-hour massage, there wasn’t enough time for the full-body treatment with oil, so we had to keep all our clothes on, which sucked. That’s no way to get massaged. But that’s not all. The massage itself was brutal. It didn’t make me feel good. It didn’t make me feel relaxed. I was literally poked and prodded for half an hour, and I was in pain. And because of the language barrier, I couldn’t ask my massage therapist to be gentler. Notice how I used a gender-neutral term? That’s because these were the people who massaged us:

GEEEAAAHHH!!!

The guy on the right massaged me, so maybe it’s just as well that I’d kept all my clothes on. But wait, there’s more. The massage people assumed that Martha and I were, ahem . . . together, so they put us in the same room for a “couples” massage. The whole experience was so bad that it was laughable, and I know we’ll be joking about it for decades.

8 Comments

I just spit coffee on my keyboard…Thanks Zack. And congrats on the couple massage LOL

Just a bit of a request/ possibly a heads-up: Can I discuss with you in-depth the pros and cons of Miller Park and Target Field via e-mail? I was just at both of them this past summer, but my trip was hectic and I don’t think I was really able to “take in” either fully.
-Mateo
http://mateofischer.mlblogs.com

Should we watch for the “Baseball Fanatic” tee to be at an upcoming game? Great shirt!

Hey Zack!
Great hearing about your awesome trip! When are we finding out about the spray painted baseballs?
-come visit my blog!-
http://whitesoxgm.mlblogs.com/

My wife is a vegetarian. She just walked over and the following exchange occurred:

Todd- (pointing) “Look at this bacon that Zack Hample was served in Japan.”
Colleen – (leaning in to check the screen) “Hhhhhmmmmpphhheeeeeeeeeeeeeaaa–(waving as if to signal make it stop)–aaaaaaahhhheeeee!” (walking away)
Todd – “ah, hahahahahaa….gross.”

DAVID LALLY SR-
Ha! Good stuff.

MATEO-
I’m happy to discuss it, but can we do it via telephone? Long emails are . . . difficult for me and tend to go unanswered for days, if not weeks. Email me and tell me how late you’ll be up tonight, and send me your number, just to be sure.

TALL BLAKE-
Oh yeah.

WHITE SOX GM-
Ahh yes, the spray-painted balls. Those are part of a much bigger “thing” that’s still in the works. Hopefully there’ll be an outcome this year, but it’s possible that it could take until 2013.

COOK & SONS BATS-
I love it.

Since it is now the tomorrow of yesterday, I don’t know what your schedule is, but I’ll be at the Yankee game tomorrow, and if you’re there, I’ll see if pre-gate/ post-bp works for you. If you aren’t there we could maybe work out a time over the weekend for a phone conversation? If not, I’ll see who else has been to both to see what they have to say.
-Mateo
http://mateofischer.mlblogs.com

The tomorrow of yesterday?! I love it. I’ll be there today, so we’ll talk.

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