Shag in the Japanese Love Hotels
an experience as related by Terbo Ted of Shag.
My girlfriend Lizard
and I were in Japan for two weeks this spring as part of a performance tour.
Near the end of our trip we wanted to visit Tokyo, on our own, for a couple
Our Japanese friends insisted that we stay in the Love Hotels there.
The other option being the cubicle hotels, those teeny one person compartments,
which did seem like an interesting experience, but after bonking my head
on many doorways the entire trip I was concerned about squishing my 6'1"
body into what I imagined to be like a five foot long coffin. Besides, the
cubicles go for ¥4,000 a night each (about $40 US) and the love hotels
cost anywhere from ¥5,000 to ¥15,000 a night ($50 to $150 a night)
per couple. So off to the love hotels.
Our first night in Tokyo, a Japanese friend walked us through the red
light area in Shinjuku District, and directed us to the Love Hotel Zone.
It was kind of nerve rackingly embarrassing for me, here we are walking
around and our friend expects me and my girlfriend to have sex. Anyway,
being a Gaijiin (foreigner) on my fist visit there, I don't read Kanji or
Katakana, the Japanese written languages, let alone speak Japanese, so it
was nice having a guide. The love hotels are always clumped together, filling
up a couple of blocks or so, walking distance from the main drags, in an
out of the way area. They have big bright pink signs out front in Japanese,
and small discreet prices that say (in English) Rest or Stay. Rest meaning
a quickie and Stay meaning overnight. After fending off an unusually grotesque
transvestite hooker that kept saying "sucky sucky" and another
prostitute, Lizard and I chose what appeared to be the nicest love hotel in the area and bid our