The Beach (Japan Version)

In the light of perfect tenses, propriety, sophistication and pure elegance; it encourages me to use eloquent and articulate English.


..... I'd probably give up some where half-way.


I wanted to post this earlier, but as I tagged, it failed. To sum it up, I got a new TV. A rather big TV (the upper 20's range inch screen) with antenna and a free rack.. WAIT! I got everything for FREE!! I got a refrigerator for free from the Korean senior and the TV/antenna/rack and from the Japanese girl who was moving away... Life is nice... (despite the fact I'm living a single and quite desperate life... well maybe not so anymore; since my close friend has serious stalker issues... the thought of it makes me shudder from my MD memories)


Now, the more interesting bit, the beach outing. We went to Suma Beach in Kobe. Left the dorms at 9.30am with a new group of friends (New Zealand-Susan; Romania-Christina; Croatia-Dora; Brazil-Loiuse) . It was a two and a half journey to the beach itself. But of course, being foreigners and dumb; we simply HAD to get lost at the train stations. WHAT did we do RIGHT? Let's see... we were supposed to stay on the BLUE tracks. Simple enough, all we had to do is wait till we get to our station. Its the local train... duh~! SOMEHOW, we ended up in the PINK AND YELLOW tracks. Now how on earth did we get there? This question I think not even the labcoats in some secret science lab can figure this out. I shudder to think if D did not ask us; so how many more stops till the beach?

When we finally reached the station; we were STARVING. R and C left the dorms without breakfast. So I couldnt have possibly imagined their hunger. And lo and behold, what do we find? SUBWAY!!! To my NZ friend, S; this is a big deal. Why? we havent been able to find SUBWAY for the past five months. GOD!!! tastes so good...

Our tummies filled, energy rejuvenated. It's time to hit the beach! Yeah! The sun, the salty sea air, the wind in your hair, the waves the soft sand... Aaaahhh I like beaches....BUT to our utter disappointment, Japanese beaches are not like that. At least not the beach we went to.


What did we find? A lot of sun, salty, smelly.. no no more like PUTRID sea air, smelly wind, NO WAVES, the sand consisting of half sand and half shells. Whats worse?! NO PEOPLE... meaning empty!!! Okay, I'm exaggerating.. there were some people. SO? That didnt count because they were just sitting on the sand, none of them interested in hitting the non-existant waves. Not that i blame them, the water is smelly too. Right, so here we are, with nothing to do but sun-bathe. C, L and S decided to put on their bikinis. D and I were fully clothed (never owned a bikini... THAT SHOULDN'T EVEN BE A STATEMENT) C and L have already worn their bikini underneath their clothes. S pulled a stunt I never thought possible. She wore it on the beach without taking off her T-shirt and wore her bottom half with only a towel wrapping her (like coming out of the showers with a towel wrapped round you) INGENIOUS! I was the most covered amongst the group. They kept saying take it off!! How are you going to tan yourself? I gave them the 'Do-I-look-like-I-need-another-tone-darker? look. They guffawed. So there we were breathing the WONDERFUL smells of the sea, sun bathing and chit-chatting. I so-ooo love being a girl!


This is where the fun bit gets in. Its a funny thing... really. I'm in Japan, the land which contributes to a large number of the world's porn production. The men read porn like they read the newspaper, they visit the red-light district without any qualms in their mind, no thought about their wife and children and no not crazy sex, but yeah close I guess. Where am I going from this you ask? While my bikini friends were all tanning themselves, I must say that we attracted a fair sum of fans. Staring old men, of course. Ah, our trip to the beach is complete! Gawking Japanese old men, staring.. snapping away. Not only that, they did it so insanely blatant and without even trying to make it seem like they were not doing so. And when we glared at them, they looked away, and then their returned at gawking. One man (in speedos I must add) actually snapped a photo of us. To D and I, no problems, we were clothed. The rest, screaming WHY?! STOP IT MOTHERFUCK! Yeah, feeling utterly violated, we packed up and left, and suddenly they left too, following to the toilet, which coincidentally is where we went!


Filthy perverts...

Disgusted, we left for Kobe Harbourland, to have dinner, spagetti and wine. Ahhh... lovely... Nice thing about hanging out with them is that, one can release all the stress and tension. With them, I can discuss horny topics, use the F word like how we use SHIT like nothing. Beautiful...


I have more to discuss.. but shamefully, not enough time to share them today... so with that I conclude this post.


Goodnight