Travel report day 13 - Lost in Osaka rain
9:32h: We got up too late for the bath as it is open
from 6:00 to 9:00 and 16:00 to 1:00 only. The western style double bed didn't
prove very comfortable after all, and opening the curtains first hurts your
eyes, then shows that Osaka is shrouded in light rain. I'll read up on the last
week of news today and take it very slow for a
change.
Listening to: Air - Lost in Kyoto (Lost in translation soundtrack)
Status: mupu?
13:44h: Den Den Town is wet and luckily not very crowded. Its essentially a street lined with electronics shops and the usual accompanying toy and software vendors. We shop for some games, skim through cameras and computer hardware before getting bored and returning to our hot bath.
15:46h: The roofed arcades provide sufficient divertissement, but we are once again just too late for the fake food shops, as they seem to be the only branch that closes at 6p.m.
16:03h: Just three minutes after opening, we storm the bath to take this shot, right in time before other rain -soaked hotel guests arrive.
18:30h: We head for America - maru in Minami, the freaky amusement district again. We fail to find the bizarre outfit dungeon that we stumbled across at the first visit, but find plenty of other places. Tired from running in circles four times, we finally stop at the excellent octopus cake shop, where the waiter knows us from by now. Tako tako is great, be sure to visit it for original rock n' roll music and non-english staff. A friendly north american girl helps in translating, and we also meet a fellow noisecore - disciple who promptly leaves us his email-address.
After finishing, we enter the Micro Glamour café, a french-styled, green lighted, white painted chillout cocktail bar that plays soothing house music and features a cute waitress that promptly gives me her business card. (Right after I use the toilet...weird)
After two Suntory Ouiskies, we stroll some more and take pics of ice caves and pseude wet paint stair cases:
21:00h: We end up in the all-american cellar bar called American Beauty, not after the movies but after the Grateful Dead album. Also, a last shot in front of our hotel, where pink-shoed russian prostitutes try to invite us over and black-jacketed pseudo-gangsters park their black minivans in drive-in noodle shops.
Listening to: Air - Lost in Kyoto (Lost in translation soundtrack)
Status: mupu?
13:44h: Den Den Town is wet and luckily not very crowded. Its essentially a street lined with electronics shops and the usual accompanying toy and software vendors. We shop for some games, skim through cameras and computer hardware before getting bored and returning to our hot bath.
15:46h: The roofed arcades provide sufficient divertissement, but we are once again just too late for the fake food shops, as they seem to be the only branch that closes at 6p.m.
16:03h: Just three minutes after opening, we storm the bath to take this shot, right in time before other rain -soaked hotel guests arrive.
18:30h: We head for America - maru in Minami, the freaky amusement district again. We fail to find the bizarre outfit dungeon that we stumbled across at the first visit, but find plenty of other places. Tired from running in circles four times, we finally stop at the excellent octopus cake shop, where the waiter knows us from by now. Tako tako is great, be sure to visit it for original rock n' roll music and non-english staff. A friendly north american girl helps in translating, and we also meet a fellow noisecore - disciple who promptly leaves us his email-address.
After finishing, we enter the Micro Glamour café, a french-styled, green lighted, white painted chillout cocktail bar that plays soothing house music and features a cute waitress that promptly gives me her business card. (Right after I use the toilet...weird)
After two Suntory Ouiskies, we stroll some more and take pics of ice caves and pseude wet paint stair cases:
21:00h: We end up in the all-american cellar bar called American Beauty, not after the movies but after the Grateful Dead album. Also, a last shot in front of our hotel, where pink-shoed russian prostitutes try to invite us over and black-jacketed pseudo-gangsters park their black minivans in drive-in noodle shops.
Posted: Wed - April 14, 2004 at 09:37 AM |
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