TLDR:
- Older bar – smells a bit
- Great service – if you buy a lot of drinks
- We’ll always have La Bamba
The alcohol and sex fuelled ramblings of an semi-sane, sometimes forgetful, permanent tourist.
Before I start banging on about Kokomo’s, I wanted to say sorry. Sorry I’ve let my writing down a bit. I mean it’s not like I’m George R R Martin and it’s not like you’re waiting for the next instalment of Tyrion bringing a honeycomb and a jackass to a whore house. Thanks to those that have been hassling me to write more.
I gotta be honest with you. Three of my favourite bars are called Angelwitch. I first encountered the Angelwitch in Angeles City near Walking St. Not entirely sure what to think of it, my friend – an avid homosexual Elvis enthusiast – decided it was worth paying the DJ four thousand pesos to get on stage and mime to Heartbreak Hotel. It was that moment I fell in love… with the girl in the red bikini and the glasses (did I mention I love girls in glasses?).
I promised a Part 2, and here it is! While I was only in Japan for a short while I did manage to have a few experiences in the local whore houses of Osaka.
I’ve always written off Japan – probably because it’s so fucking expensive for everything except fantastic food, but I realise now that there is a value to quality over low cost.
Continue reading “J is for… Turning Japanese (日本人) – Soaplands (ソープランド)”I booked for 30 minutes but only lasted 12 minutes.
After my last attempt to find a great bar starting with J with only apathy and disappointment as a result, I had a three-month hiatus where I couldn’t possibly commit my words to paper (or WordPress).
During this time I made a very short stop in the land of the rising sun.
Well. Fuck. Me.
Continue reading “J is for… JAPAN (Part 1: Tobita Shinchi – 飛田新地)”