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Johnny Jet Goes to Osaka
(12/6/2004)
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Johnny Jet Goes to Osaka
Konichiwa! That means “good day” in Japanese, so I guess you know where I am. But before I give you the exact location, let me tell you how I got here ? right from the start. Last week we left off at the BodyHoliday Resort in St. Lucia. At the airport we made friends with the gate agents. They upgraded us on our flight to Jamaica, which made the 2 hours and 50 minutes go by real fast. We had a two-hour layover there, so we went to the best place in the airport to hang out and eat: Jimmy Buffet’s Margaritaville. The jerk chicken was really good! Then we headed back to L.A. on a six-hour flight (in coach). But we had bulkhead seats, so it was comfortable -- and the food was good once again.
I was only in L.A. for a couple days. I spent most of my time running around like a wild man, trying to get ready for my big Asia trip. I was going there for one reason-- to return to the U.S. by making history. You’ve probably heard about it: the inaugural trip of the longest nonstop commercial flight in history (Singapore to Newark). I’ll give you a full report on that flight in an upcoming newsletter.
I had been asked by the people sponsoring my ticket if I wanted to spend more time in Asia, visiting multiple countries. I said, “Of course!” I figured Japan would be a perfect first stop. I had never been there, and it made sense geographically (it’s on the way). So this week I am coming to you from Osaka, Japan! (BTW: No one guessed Osaka from last week’s hint. However, a bunch of people said Tokyo, which was pretty close.)
Amber Airplane was kind enough to take me to LAX (I drove). We didn’t get along very well in St. Lucia, or back in California. We both realize it’s not going to work out between us -- at least at this time. It’s quite sad, and on the way to the airport I did something I normally don’t do: I showed my emotions. The car was eerily quiet, and I could sense we both knew it might be the last time we ever saw each other, since we had just spent the last night under the same roof. (We put in our 30-day notice to vacate our apartment). I normally hold my emotions in, but my body couldn’t take it any longer. My mind replayed all the places and good times we had together. Once one tear slowly rolled down my cheek it was like the Colorado River --they all rushed down. I should have pulled over, but I was late so I couldn’t. I hadn’t cried like in four years -- since my mom passed away.
My flight was leaving in less than 90 minutes, so we didn’t have any time to talk in the car. I wiped away the tears, ran into the airport and checked in at the Thai Airways counter. I was surprised how quickly I made it through check-in and security (there were no lines). It must have been because I was so late, because the gate area was packed. All the seats were taken, so I stood in the middle of the terminal and called Amber to finish our conversation. As soon as I heard her voice my emotions came back. I felt like I was in a movie, with the camera circling over my head. It felt like everyone was watching me (they probably were, because I was bawling).
Everyone boarded the plane but me. I came so close not getting on. I was thinking I should go back home and spend more time talking to Amber. Then my subconscious said: “Johnny, why the heck are you going to Asia by yourself? What are you going to do for all that time by yourself?” I started thinking about all the Americans getting beheaded in foreign lands, and wondered if it could happen to me. Fear, the worst four-letter word in the English language, descended over my body.
Fortunately, Amber talked sense into me. She said, “Are you kidding? You’re JohnnyJet. You’ve been talking about this trip for two months. Not only that, you’re flying first class and staying in the best hotels. So put your famous smile on, and act like you usually do.” She was right, of course, and I snapped out of it immediately. I took a deep breath, made my Tony Robbins self- confidence move that I just learned, and yelled “Hold that door!” I was the last to board the 747.
How lucky was I to not only fly on Thai Airways, but to be in first class. I’ve always wanted to fly Thai -- in fact, I want to fly every foreign carrier just to see what each one like. (Well, almost every one.) When I reached my seat I was a little disappointed, because I expected one of those grand first class sleeper seats you see in magazines. Instead I got a seat that had to be 15 years old -- and without a personalized TV monitor. (They did offer personal video players that sat on top of your tray table.) Don’t get me wrong -- I’m not complaining. It was comfortable, and I had a lot of leg room.
My seatmate was an older Japanese man who either didn’t speak English or wasn’t very friendly (I think a little of both). The whole flight he said one word to me. (I’ll tell you what it was in a few paragraphs).
After I sat down I immediately noticed Thai’s great service. A flight attendant offered me a drink, a newspaper or magazine, then handed me pajamas and an amenity kit (socks, ear plugs, a mask, toothbrush, lip balm). I didn’t even unwrap the pajamas or open the kit, because I’m a freak about those things. I enjoy saving all this stuff (especially hotel toiletries), and giving them to seniors at a convalescent home. I know how much the older folks love getting these gifts. Besides, I don’t need them. I’ve got all that stuff in my carry-on (well, not the PJ’s).
The plane was packed. Right after takeoff the flight attendants started their nonstop food service, which took about two hours. First they came by with a hot towel; then the drink cart, serving beverages and potato chips on a fancy dish. (I thought potato chips were kind of weird, but I was happy). Then they handed us a big ol’ menu with enough choices for even a picky eater like me. I skipped a few rounds of meals because it was either too fou-fou for me (like caviar), or it was seafood. My appetizers were delicious chicken consomme soup, and tasty spare ribs. For dinner I had really good teriyaki chicken, with rice and vegetables. Dessert was fruit, cheese, ice cream (with hot fudge), pie and miniature chocolates. Yummm! I was rubbing my tummy (which started feeling like Buddha’s) -- and I wasn’t even in Asia yet.
Even the bathroom was nice. The only thing I didn’t like about the flight was that I smelled cigarette smoke a couple of brief times. I told the flight attendant, who said he would look into it. I’d bet a lot of money it was another flight attendant smoking downstairs in the galley. They can’t fool me!
Before we landed we were served another meal (lunch). This time it was fried rice in a crispy crepe. I asked the flight attendant a couple times what was in it (just to make sure it wasn’t seafood), but she couldn’t understand me. Finally my seatmate exclaimed “PORK!” with a bit of attitude. I shut up and ate -- it was damn good.
The flight was supposed to take 12 hours and 5 minutes, but we got in an hour early. We landed at 5 p.m. local time (the following day, because we crossed the International Date Line). It’s always nice to see land after being over the ocean for so long. It was cloudy, but with its concrete jungle, tall mountains and busy port the city looked like Los Angeles coming in.
The Kansai International Airport was a lot bigger and nicer than I expected. Because I am such a plane fanatic, I loved seeing all the foreign carriers I don’t normally see. It was also comforting to see the usual U.S. carriers (United, American, Northwest). It made me feel like home was a just a plane ride away.
Most of the passengers on my flight were just stopping over before flying on to Bangkok. I saw only one other Westerner go through passport control. (In fact, I saw only a handful of Westerners my entire time in Japan.) Speaking of passport control, the woman who stamped my passport didn’t speak a lick of English. I thought that was bizarre. Then I thought, if she doesn’t speak English then the rest of the population definitely won’t. I was right. I thought for sure English would be widely spoken in Japan. But I was wrong. Now I know why the Japanese baseball players who come to America bring interpreters. It felt kind of nice. It made me realize I was in a foreign country ? and it was more of a challenge getting around.
The first thing I did after passing through customs was get some yen from an ATM. I wasn’t sure about the exchange rate (I had forgotten to check), so I held my breath and pressed the middle option. I thought, please let my checking account have at least 10,000 yen. It did because 10,000 yen is only $92 USD.
Everyone says that Japan is very expensive, but I didn’t find it that crazy -- except for taxis. That’s why I didn’t take one. A cab from the airport to downtown Osaka would have taken 45 minutes -- and cost $180. OUCH! FYI: If you do happen to take a taxi, make sure to stand away from the door. They open automatically.
There were cheaper modes of transportation to my hotel: the JR (Japan Railway) for $10, or the Airport Limousine Bus for $11. I went to the TIC (Tourist Information Center) counter, and spoke to the women. I figured they had to speak English (they did). They said the bus was the easiest, since it would drop me off right at my hotel.
With over an hour to wait, I spent 100Y (92 cents) for 15 minutes of internet access. Trying to get used to this keyboard took most of that time. I then bought a phone card (Japan is on a different cellular system than the rest of the world) and called my voicemail. Because the phone card was not too expensive I wanted to call my friends and family, but it was too late. That darn time change put me 16 hours ahead of California.
I couldn’t find the ticket machine for the bus, and there were no Westerners around, so I went up to a Japanese guy wearing a Yankees t-shirt. I thought for sure we would be able to communicate. Wrong again! When I asked him where I could get a bus ticket, he looked at me like I was crazy. To prove I was sane I said “I love Hideki Matsui” (the Yankees’ star player, equivalent to Michael Jordan in Japan). The man smiled, nodded, then waved his finger no. He said in very broken English, “I like Alex Rodriguez, Derek Jeter and Jason Giambi”. I said “atta boy” and gave him a high five. Then I returned to the information desk for more help. (The machines were located near the bus stop. An agent there helps passengers buy tickets).
The bus ride took exactly an hour and 15 minutes to my hotel. The New Otani was awesome and huge: 18 floors, 540 rooms, 14 restaurants/bars, and great service. The restaurants were not all Japanese either. Every major hotel in Japan has Italian, French and Chinese restaurants on their premises. The New Otani also had a Trader Vic’s (a popular Tahitian restaurant in L.A.)
The folks at the hotel (and country) treated me like a rock star. When I arrived the concierge was waiting for me in the lobby. A pretty bellgirl in a funny green uniform accompanied us with my bags. They were both so polite, and kept bowing. In fact, everyone in Japan bows. They bow every time you walk by. The Japanese are the most polite people around. When the maid left my room she bowed about five times while walking backwards out the door. It's addicting. I started bowing to everyone too. What’s even crazier is when I watched TV, the anchorman bowed after his segment. I caught myself bowing back.
My room was plush. They upgraded me to a suite, with a view of one of Osaka’s most popular attraction: Osaka Castle. Everything was modern, including high speed internet for $15 a day. They also provided all kinds of toiletries (including a hairbrush, which the seniors will really like). This is what a mini-bar looks like in Japan. The room wasn’t particularly expensive, either: the cost for one person was $124. However, in Japan they charge extra for additional guests, so the same room for two would have been $194 a night. Still, that’s not bad -- especially for a five-star hotel with breakfast included. The breakfast buffet was excellent. They had all kinds of fresh fruit and other food I love, so every morning I grubbed. Hotel New Otani Osaka 1-4-1 Shiromi, Chuo-ku, Osaka, Japan; tel.: (06)6949-3227; fax: (06)6949-3258.
My first night I slept very little. I went to bed at 11 p.m., and woke up wide awake at 2 a.m. I got out of bed and IM-ed with friends until 4, when I forced myself back to bed. But I made a big mistake, because I turned on the TV, and guess what I saw? The beginning of the Yankees game! Can you believe they show every Yankee game on TV? You gotta love this country just for that! They also show teams with other Japanese stars, like the Mets and Mariners. I certainly did not go back to sleep. Around 7 a.m., though, when I was getting ready for the day I was so jet- lagged I grabbed my hairbrush instead of deodorant stick, and started combing my underarms. (Sorry, no picture.)
This is getting long, so next week I will tell you all about my time in Osaka, and begin to tell you about the next country on my itinerary. Sayonara!
Happy Travels,
Johnny Jet
＜続く＞
Konichiwa! Last week we went from St. Lucia to the Land of the Rising Sun - and believe me, I was so jet-lagged I watched it rise every morning (at 4:45 a.m.). Now we pick up where we left off -- early on my first day in the big city of Osaka.
After breakfast, I met Mr. Miyagi in the lobby. I’m only kidding, it wasn’t the man from the “Karate Kid” movies. It was Mr. Haga, but he reminded me a lot of Mr. Miyagi (I’ll tell why soon). But before I go any further, let me share the best tip for traveling in Osaka (or anywhere else in Japan, for that matter). Because most people here don’t speak English (or at least pretend not to), it’s not the easiest city to navigate around.
But did you know that the Japanese Tourism Association can set you up with a free tour guide? That’s right -- a FREE tour guide every day you are in town. All you have to do is pay for the guide’s transportation, meals and entry fees to places of interest (like museums). What a bargain!
The guides (usually retired) speak fluent English, and have taken all the appropriate courses to be a knowledgeable representative for their city. There are only a few restrictions. For example, you can’t be part of a commercial tour group, you must make a reservation at least two weeks in advance, and your tours cannot be at night.
I found them by contacting the City of Osaka’s U.S. tourism office in Chicago. The representative, Terry, was amazing. He asked me where I wanted to go and what I wanted to see. He then coordinated with the OSGG (Osaka Systematized Good-will Guides) Club, and planned a sensible 2-day tour. OSGG Club guides cover not only Osaka but also nearby Kyoto, Nara and Hyogo. To apply for a free guide, contact the Osaka Visitors' Information Center, tel.: (06) 6635-3143; Fax: (06) 6635-3144; e-mail: osakasgg@mbox.inet-osaka.or.jp.
That’s where Mr. Haga comes in. He was my tour guide for both days in Osaka. He reminded of Mr. Miyagi not just because of his looks, but also his mannerisms and personality. Like Mr. Miyagi, Mr. Haga was really cool and laid back, and had tons of wisdom and experience. I guess that comes from being an executive for an electronic company and traveling the world for business. Teaching English part time didn’t hurt, either.
Before we went exploring we sat in the lobby of my hotel and chatted. He immediately started teaching me Japanese cultures. For instance, when the hotel manager gave me his business card I grabbed it with both hands and read it carefully, before putting it in my pocket. Then when I handed my business card to him, I used both hands. Mr. Haga didn’t tell me that part, but I was smart enough to follow his example. When the manager walked away I knew Mr. Haga was proud of me. Deep down inside he probably wanted to high five me, but it’s not the Japanese way to show emotions. I didn’t show my emotion either -- otherwise I would have moon-walked out the door.
The sun was hot, and the air humid. The high was in the 90’s, the low in the upper 70’s. (Normal for this time of year is 68-82° F.) What’s funny (or smart) is that whether it’s cloudy or not, most women in Japan carry umbrellas. That way they can block either the rain or sun. They are so obsessive about not getting too much sun that even their bikes have umbrella holders.
Because it was so hot, I really appreciated Japan’s fascination with vending machines. They are everywhere, and look really cool -- especially at night. My favorites were the ones that poured the drink into a cup. Oh, that cold peach Hi-C drink with those perfectly symmetrical small ice cubes ? it was soooo good (and it only cost 110 yen -- $1).
Mr. Haga asked me if I was interested in Japan’s history. I said of course (I was a history major in college). So throughout the day I learned Japanese history. I will not get into most of it, or else we’d be here for weeks (it goes back to the 5th century). However, at the bottom of this newsletter I will include a bunch of helpful links and recommended guidebooks that will teach you everything you need to know about Japan. That includes knowing that during World War II Osaka was crushed by American bombers. You can’t tell that today, though, because the city has done a great job rebuilding, and restoring its landmarks. I’m glad times have changed, because I can’t imagine war with these people.
One of the first things I learned from briefly reading my guidebook was that in Japanese the word Osaka means "big hill." It should mean “big clean hill,” because that’s exactly what this place is (except the river ? that’s dirty). Here’s an example of how clean Osaka is: Do you know what that picture is? It was hard for me to comprehend; that’s why I took it. Those are rails for the subway. If you are like me, and are used to staring at New York City subway tracks (always filled with puddles, rats, old batteries, used Metro cards, bottles and cans), seeing spotless rails is nothing short of amazing.
Not only is Osaka clean; it’s also safe. That’s key for me to like a place, especially in a foreign country. I’m not one of those adventure-type travelers who gets off on exploring unsafe places. If I did, I’d just walk around the Bronx with a Boston Red Sox jersey on.
To make sure you know exactly where Osaka and Japan are located, I have included a couple of maps. Japan is about the size of California. The population of Japan is about 125 million (California’s is about 35 million). The country’s population is almost entirely Japanese. The small percentage of non-Japanese is heavily Korean.
With 2.6 million people, Osaka is Japan’s third largest city (Tokyo has 8 million, Yokohama 3.4 million). Osaka is divided into two main areas: Kita (north) and Minami (south). Kita is the city's business center, and the main train station serves as the gateway to Kobe and Kyoto. Minami is the city's entertainment district, and has the best shopping and nightlife. I bet you know where I spent most of my time.
Our first stop was Osaka’s most famous landmark: the Osaka Castle. It was just a 10-minute walk from my hotel. The Castle is not only one of the city’s most popular attractions; to Osaka-jin (Osaka residents) it is the symbol of their city.
The Castle was founded by monks as a temple in 1496, then taken over in 1583 by Toyotomi Hideyoshi. Lord Toyotomi intended it to become the center of a new, unified Japan under his rule. But after his death in 1615 it was attacked and destroyed. It was rebuilt in the 1620’s, but in 1665 the main tower was struck by lightning and burned down. In 1931 it was rebuilt again. During WWII it was partially damaged in an air raid (our target was the ammunition factory next to the castle). In 1997 it went through another major refurbishment, which made it more accessible to the disabled
Today the Castle is a magnificent eight-story museum. Make sure to go to the top, because from there you can see all the grounds, including the many moats and gigantic stone walls. I have no idea how people moved those stones back then. Some are the size of a small house. The castle is open from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m., and costs 600Y ($5.50). Osaka Castle, 1-1 Osakajyo Chuoku, Osaka City 540 Phone#: 06-6941-3044.
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Our next stop was supposed to be just a short walk to the Osaka Museum of History, but because it was such a nice day we decided to skip it. Osaka Museum of History; Nagai Park 1-23, Higashi-Sumiyoshi-ku, Osaka 546-0034; tel.: 06-697-6221.
Instead we headed to the shopping centers on the other side of town. The best way to get around Osaka is by subway or bus (). Of course, if you know your way around you could act like an Osaka-jin and ride a bicycle.
The city has public and private rail lines. Both run efficiently. The subway and bus are public, and operated by the Osaka Municipal Transportation Bureau. The private lines run between other major cities like Kyoto, Kobe, and Nara, and the airport.
To ride the rails all you need to do is buy a ticket from machines inside the station. There is an English button, but because I had Mr. Haga I didn’t need to push it. Fares are not expensive (a dollar or two), and are calculated on where you are going. Note to all the men out there: Be sure you don’t get on the women-only cars during rush hour.
We got off at Shinsaibashi station Number 5, and headed to some of the city’s best shopping. The first street we stopped at was Midosuji. This is often referred to as Osaka’s Champs-Elysees, because it has so omany expensive designer shops like Prada and Gucci. Mr. Haga and I aren’t into sophisticated boutiques, so we walked a couple blocks to Shinsaibashi-suji.
Shinsaibashi-suji is a really old, neat -- and bizarre -- shopping street. What is so crazy is that the shops are all indoors until you got to the end of a block. Then you came to an open street -- no doors or walls at all. To keep shopping you have to cross the street (watch out for cars!) Then you are back inside the air-conditioned stores. This goes on forever. Well, actually 1.6 miles ? but that makes it Japan’s longest shopping street.
One of the most notable places was the Japanese version of the 99-cent store. They call theirs the 100-yen store. There were also a bunch of pharmacies selling disposable cameras. Look how cheap they are: 398 Yen ($3.60).
The area was full of shops and malls. One of the cooler looking places were the neon signs next to the Dotonbori River. It was there that Mr. Haga and I got hungry. There were plenty of places to eat. Mr. Haga suggested this spot because it is famous for seafood. But I don’t eat seafood, so we kept walking. Here is Mr. Haga’s advice: “There are no bad places to eat in Osaka.” If you ask people what Osaka is famous for, they will probably say the laid-back people and food.
We had lunch at Okonomi Yukari. They serve Okonomiyaki, a popular Japanese-style food that looks like hash browns but doesn’t taste like them. Customers usually cook their own okonomiyaki at the table, but we had our waitress come over and cook ours to see how it was made.
The dough has flour, water, eggs and cabbage. "Okonomi" means "as you like," so you choose what you want to add: chicken, pork, beef, octopus, green onions, katsuobushi (dried bonito), even dried seaweed (yuck!). Then you add a sauce. The choices are a brown okonomiyaki sauce (ketchup, soy sauce, Worcestershire sauce and mayonnaise), or just mayonnaise.
The guidebooks say Okonomiyaki is a kind of Japanese fast food place, but (unfortunately) Japan has tons of American fast food joints. I saw numerous McDonalds, KFCs and Subways.
I gotta be honest: I didn’t love the food I ate in Osaka (except the breakfast buffet in my hotel). I can feel the daggers being thrown at me right now from all of you who have been here. I don’t mean any disrespect, and I know I may be the first person to feel this way because everyone raves about the food. My problem is that I don’t like seafood, sushi, tofu, mushrooms, mayonnaise, duck, caviar, seaweed, pickled things ? and they serve a lot all that there. I’m just not into those things. Next time I will visit restaurants that serve teriyaki chicken, vegetable tempura, noodles and yakiniku (grilled meat). On this trip I had to sample what the locals eat.
After lunch we took a couple of subways to the Shitennoji-mae subway stop, then walked a block or two to the Shitennoji Temple. This Buddhist temple is believed to be the oldest imperial temple in Japan -- founded in 593 AD. Prince Shootoku built it in gratitude to the 4 Heavenly Guardian Kings of Buddhism, who supposedly helped him win a battle.
There are six buildings, all in a straight south-to-north line. They include the Main Gate (with two fierce-looking guardians on both sides), a five-storied Pagoda, Lecture Hall, Worship Hall (or Main Hall), Stone Stage and Rokuji-do (the place for religious services conducted 6 times in a day). It is a very quiet and peaceful place to walk around, and if you are Buddhist to pray. Shitennoji Temple: 1-11-18 Shitennoji Tennoji-ku; tel.: 06-6771-0066
We then paid 300Y ($2.75) to get in to the Garden of Gokuraku-Jodo (Paradise) which is located next door. The newly restored gardens were beautiful with all kinds of ornate statues, manicured bushes, chirping birds, colorful flowers, trees, rocks and a pond with a waterfall. It created a tranquil retreat. My mom (LINK) would have loved painting in here.
The Temple and Garden were nice, but the highlight of the day (actually, the entire trip) was having Japanese tea inside a traditional teahouse in the garden. This is what I always imagined Japan to be like, and I am so lucky to have experienced it.
As we entered we took off our shoes (make sure you place them carefully, with the heel against the wall). We walked to an open spot on the carpet, and knelt on the floor. The waitress came over and bowed . I placed enough money to cover the 400Y ($3.67) admission for Mr. Haga and me in a dish. She returned with my change (tipping is not common in Japan), along with thick green tea and red bean sweet cake. Red bean sweet cake did not sound very appetizing, but it was delicious (and sweet). Kneeling on that mat killed my knees, but the experience was amazing. I will never forget it.
I returned to my hotel room exhausted, and passed out early. Lying in bed I started thinking about random things, like how the bathrooms in Japanese hotels and restaurants always have the men’s room closer than the women's, so men don't have to walk too far. In all the other places it’s the opposite. I later found out it’s because of cultural tradition, which used to put men ahead of women.
I woke up at 3 a.m., was happy I slept an hour longer than the previous night. As I lay wide awake watching the Yankees game at 4 a.m. there was a news flash. I didn’t need to read Japanese to know this wasn’t good. It turned out we were about to get a powerful typhoon-- just my luck.
When I finally got out of bed I opened the curtains all the way. It was one of those days I would love to have spent doing nothing but hanging out in the hotel and my room. But I had big plans with Mr. Haga. Not only did I need to not get ready, I also had to check out of my hotel. I was leaving the country that night.
I think Mr. Haga had the same feeling as I, because when we walked outside into the strong winds and pelting rain, we both looked at each other with a what-the-heck- are-we-doing expression. There was hardly anyone on the streets, which looked like a tornado was about to touch down.
But on we went. Our first stop was Osaka’s Waterfront Amusement Area. But we were not there for the shops, or the gigantic Ferris wheel. Instead we headed to Osaka’s aquarium, Kaiyukan. I usually don’t get excited about aquariums, but this one was awesome.
After I paid the $18 admission, the pretty ladies behind the counter set me up with a headset so I could hear the guided tour in English ($4.50). This aquarium is one of the largest in the world, with over 580 species and 30,000 marine animals. The aquarium takes you on a journey around the Pacific. It was awesome to see the different tanks dedicated to specific regions: the Japan deeps, Great Barrier Reef, Antarctica, Aleutian Islands, Monterey Bay, Gulf of Panama… I especially enjoyed watching the huge tiger sharks, penguins, crocs, manta rays and jellyfish swim around. But the highlight was seeing a crazy-looking turtle, and a truly weird fish. If I saw either one out in the wild, I would swear I discovered a new species. Osaka Aquarium: 1-1-10 Kaigan-dori, Minato-ku, Osaka City, 552-0022 Japan; tel.: 81-6-6576-5501; fax 81-6-6576-5510.
We ran from the aquarium like kids jumping through puddles and laughing, because we were insane to be out in that weather. We took cover in the Hotel Seagull Tempozan, and had a traditional Japanese box lunch. The restaurant was nice and the waitress was in a kimono, but I wasn’t into the lunch. It was filled with all kinds of fresh seafood and things I listed earlier. Yukari Houzenjiten
After lunch we waddled back to the subway. We found more shelter at the HEP (Hankyu Entertainment Plaza) 5 building, a commercial and amusement complex with another huge Ferris wheel. The wheel is built into the middle of the building, so riders get some incredible views. It’s 350 feet above ground ? that’s crazy! I’ll stick to the shops ? and there are 153 of them, ranging from Japanese designers to the GAP. Hep
I seriously don’t think I’ve ever been to a city with more shops. Osaka has them everywhere -- including underground, which we explored. When we made it back to street level Mr. Haga said that across the street was a popular camera store, Yodobashi Camera. I figured since I was in Japan and my digital camera was falling apart, I might as well look into upgrading from 3 Megapixels to 5. Even with a salesperson who did not speak English, I plopped down 500 big ones for a Nikon Coolpix with 5.2 Megapixels. The camera is much nicer than my old Coolpix, and much smaller. Mr. Haga gave me a coupon, and I got 20 percent off. How cool is Mr. Haga?! Unfortunately I had no time to try it out. The battery needed charging, and I needed to get back to the hotel to grab my bags and head to the airport.
When I reached the bell counter at the hotel I saw this sign that read most flights were cancelled due to the typhoon. In addition, the bridge to the airport was closed. That was not good news, because the airport is on an island. I thought, oh boy -- I guess I’m not leaving Japan tonight. I wasn’t that upset though, because I really liked the city and the hotel. But just as I went to book another night the concierge made a phone call and said, “Johnny, they just opened the bridge. Your flight is showing on time”.
Getting to the airport was an adventure itself. I didn’t know I was supposed to get on in the middle of the train, because the front part I got on split off halfway through the trip. I guess the first part of the train was public, and the second part was private. Luckily a Japanese lady told me (actually, she escorting me, because she didn’t speak English and I don’t speak Japanese) to move back a couple of cars.
Next week I will tell you all about my next destination. Here are a couple of hints: It’s 2,580 miles from Osaka (about the same distance as L.A. to New York), and it’s the only Southeast Asian country never to be colonized by a European power.
ARIGATO,
Johnny Jet
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