3 November 2006, 11:56 AM
Yeah, so I wanted to head out to Hiroshima with a couple of friends to a local specialty shop that serves a great yakisoba/akonamiyaki bowl. It was supposed to be all fun and games, well mostly...
In order to get anywhere in this country you have to be familiar with the railway system, one; because the roads are so clogged that a taxi would cost a fortune, and two; because the less vehicles you travel in the better. Figuring out the trains was easy enough-follow a series of lines on a piece of paper to what track you wanna take. Hungry? Sure, just grab a bite to eat from one of the vending machines that speaks fluent english and japanese. We're all set to go! Or are we?
A current epidemic here, train gropings have been on the rise for a while. Random men (and women) touching and feelin up others on a crouded train. Prior to this I had no knowledge of such things, other then the naive understanding that most japanese guys were perverted leches (which they usually aren't, lol).
So here I was standing against one of the couple of support poles when I feel a hand (I hope it was a hand) run by my butt. All the hairs on my neck stood on end and I yelped a bit, but I shrugged it off as an accident caused by the packed train. My friends were in the other car trying to get pictures of the country side. It was a couple more minutes before I felt the hand again this time farther up my backside. I shrugged it off again. I started to move with the flow of the train toward another part of the car, this time in a corner with a window. It was a few more minutes before I felt the hand again, this time on the bottom of my right breast. The hand closed and I gasped, Instinctively I brought my elbow back and shoved as hard as I could. I felt something connect and the immediate sensation of my funny bone tingling.
Well, needles to say I definitely got the guy, I hope it was a guy (they left a trail of blood, presumedly from a nose) and that was the last I felt any gropage. I didn't know wether to feel angry or flattered, so I expressed both. If he wanted to cop a feel of me so bad he should of just asked. Would I have let him if he did? Who knows, I was in one of those moods. I'M PART OF JAPANESE POP CULTURE FOLKLORE NOW!
Jesus, so many things have happened to me over just the last year. What will 2007 bring?
In order to get anywhere in this country you have to be familiar with the railway system, one; because the roads are so clogged that a taxi would cost a fortune, and two; because the less vehicles you travel in the better. Figuring out the trains was easy enough-follow a series of lines on a piece of paper to what track you wanna take. Hungry? Sure, just grab a bite to eat from one of the vending machines that speaks fluent english and japanese. We're all set to go! Or are we?
A current epidemic here, train gropings have been on the rise for a while. Random men (and women) touching and feelin up others on a crouded train. Prior to this I had no knowledge of such things, other then the naive understanding that most japanese guys were perverted leches (which they usually aren't, lol).
So here I was standing against one of the couple of support poles when I feel a hand (I hope it was a hand) run by my butt. All the hairs on my neck stood on end and I yelped a bit, but I shrugged it off as an accident caused by the packed train. My friends were in the other car trying to get pictures of the country side. It was a couple more minutes before I felt the hand again this time farther up my backside. I shrugged it off again. I started to move with the flow of the train toward another part of the car, this time in a corner with a window. It was a few more minutes before I felt the hand again, this time on the bottom of my right breast. The hand closed and I gasped, Instinctively I brought my elbow back and shoved as hard as I could. I felt something connect and the immediate sensation of my funny bone tingling.
Well, needles to say I definitely got the guy, I hope it was a guy (they left a trail of blood, presumedly from a nose) and that was the last I felt any gropage. I didn't know wether to feel angry or flattered, so I expressed both. If he wanted to cop a feel of me so bad he should of just asked. Would I have let him if he did? Who knows, I was in one of those moods. I'M PART OF JAPANESE POP CULTURE FOLKLORE NOW!
Jesus, so many things have happened to me over just the last year. What will 2007 bring?