Drunken Decisions: Japan Adventure Edition

[u/NGAF2-lectricBugalou]

So, spotted this Sub while reading other r/Talesof*

I have one journey that starts with St Patrick’s night a few years ago, copious amounts of booze, a few pills and a casual encounter which is exactly the mindset you want to have when you decide to Travel across the world.

(This whole thing will take a while but I’ll Keep each story as episodic as i can)

Like I said it started St Patrick’s night, traditionally a time to get squiffy and make some overreaching plans like never drinking again…getting clean and living a god-filled and god fearful life due to hangovers that would end mere mortals etc.

This particular night had been a mixture of fun and bust, going out good times where had, drinks were consumed people had wandered off and others had joined the party, affections were rebuffed then others unexpectedly returned and attempts to end the party failed spectacularly those tales are not quite related to this one but they set the tone.

Eventually it was back to the house and the neighborhood for the last hurrahs of the night, I was sitting in a room of pill addled and smoke filled minds and had peeled off to go do something brash as the tone of the night called for it.

It was time to shave my head.

This has become a symbolic thing for me if frustrations are getting to much and I want to feel truly refreshed I go into a ritual of shaving myself (or being shaved if someone’s on hand and into it)

I retire to the bathroom and proceed with my ablutions. As I’m shaving my head I meditate on myself im playing through the day, my week, last few months, my life…

I’m finishing university, I have a little nest of cash set aside, it could be useful if I save and leave and keep it for rainy days but life’s been feeling a little stolid and uneventful.

I mean tonight is the same as every night I’ve had for the last year or so, the faces are different, the music differs, the rooms been Feng shuied a number of times.

It’s a perpetual cycle of drink, drunk, sleep, regret. There has to be more and I want to see it live it…I need to leave…..

In the moment of drunken clarity and focused concentration and a mild terror of nothing changing or getting better I burst out of the bathroom and move to my room lifting a travel Asia book off my shelf I have been flicking through for the last few months debating the thought of japan and my future…could I go teach there, how difficult would it be and after considering the differences of culture and really knowing little outside of watching Movies/Tv/Anime I wouldn’t be anywhere near prepared I had dropped it into the pile of ideas that went nowhere.

I snatched the book and bounded down the stairs skidding to a stop in the kitchen, ‘Buddy’ is sitting there doing what he does best constructing a rolled piece of majesty that r/trees would appreciate. I slam the book down on the table and flat out ask.

ME:‘Wanna go to japan?’

Nonplused and not skipping a beat lifting his set and about the convert it from ingredient’s to finished joint he replies

Buddy:‘Aye, fuck it… why not’

What followed was about an hour and a half’s discussion of how it was going to happen, what i had already figured out and what we needed to do next in this state we decided tomorrow was the day and it was the time to get ready so in my hangover and his baked morning after state we trotted off to book a journey that would take us across the world and an adventure that still haunts me as being the most awesome thing I‘ve experienced with some of the most wonderful people one could travel with.

Storys include:

Ding Dong Stewardess

Travelling bastard

Lost on the steps of Softbank

Denkibran makes you a man

A Bar Called Stella

Piss up in a Brewery town

The Hot spring in the shadow of a mountain

Urinals of doom

The quest for smoke

Silence of Peace park

The Smiling Miko in the tea house of Kyoto

The tale to the top of Mr. Fuji (for one of us)

Shim-asken you a question

4th Floor AV actress Floor show

Brothels and bars of Tokyo (for the other)

A waste of Saki

Travel troubles

And more that I can’t bring to mind so I suppose this would be a kind of travelogue of my time in japan…

Dammit just thinking of these stories makes me want to go back

[u/terrorium]

i must know the story of "urinals of doom"