 Females : Giorgia, Nadia and Francesca
Males : Robbe, Paolo, Shige, Kyle e Florian
We felt like in an Italian joke where “There was an Italian, an American, a Japanese and a German...” each ready for the transfer to the thermal town of Hakone!
A relaxing day after a very tiring vacation seemed a good idea, but we would have soon realized otherwise.
The thermal zone of Hakone is more than one hour away from Tokyo and it is, without any doubt, one of the closest and most convenient touristic places, surrounded by the green of mountains that rise around the town, that lives from the revenues from the various public or private thermal baths.
Once we got there, we decide to reach the closest onsen and we rely on Shige's knowledge to lead us to the bath of Kappa.
I have to admit that to me they were half a delusion; even without taking into account the troubles in understanding the reception lady seemed to have, there was a tiger mosquitoes breeding place hidden among the walls of the onsen, cleverly accomplishing its vampire-like duty on the naked legs of the visitors.
Just like in any Japanese animation, the male and female sectors are separated by a wall of rock, in which one would expect Happosai to have made some strategical placed holes.
But yet in the changing room the girls and I started to be puzzled.
The other visitors, young or not, walk around with no problem, like it was the most natural behavior in the World, sporting a disconcerting bush from the 70s.
That is to say they are completely hairless like the bottom of a baby, but not there.
And until here it could be nothing bad, but enough is enough.
It seems like the hair refusing skin that covers the Japanese from heir head o the tips of their toes had left fertile space only in those little intimate squared centimeters.
They are many, bush like, black and even pyramidal.
Don't ask me what this means, but I couldn't pretend not to see and not to watch.
 Particularly because the tub was small and the water too low – it reached the knees – to not to see anything and walk by.
Those ladies seemed to find comfortable that water that could have reached 3000 Fahrenheit degrees, and looked furtively at us who were not only keeping our underwear, but also still keeping our towel, leaving to that primordial broth nothing more than our calves.
Even if we wanted to bathe, that water was way too hot for a complete bath, so after about an hour spent chatting, we decided to put back on our clothes and go out.
The boys didn't wait long to join us, but unlike us, they dived in the water with no problem, and furthermore they were still laughing out loud, boasting about the dimensions of their weenie when compared to those of the Japanese customers. They boasted for days.
There's nothing to do, millions of years of evolution left them the envy for penis, for sure not Freudian ;PP
Back to Tokyo, we arranged a meeting for the evening, while Nadia and I..went to the hairdresser!
Can you find something more exciting than going to a Japanese hairdresser? X
It was a glass hall, located just in front of our hotel, and we had been expressing our will to go there for many evenings now, even if it was only because one of the clerks was really handsome *_*
This time we do go there, mostly after having seen what the humidity of the onsen did to our hair, and we find the courage by sending Roberto forward, despite the closing time was well past.
Don't think explaining what you want in Japanese is exactly a simple thing, but we managed to do it in some way.
After all, Nadia wanted just to iron her hair and have an hair dress, and I wanted to cut the tuft a little bit.
Two things are worth remembering (beyond Rob trying to explain everything to the boss, of course) : the first is the massage to the hair they do during the washing phase....double pleasure... the second is my face when they showed me a magazine of haircuts...all identical. *_*
Yes, they don't have much fantasy; I mean, if fashion says that tuft is to be some way, all the cuts will have that kind of tuft.
For example, we were told by the owner of the hairdressing room that at the time the trendy color was pink brown, and all the girls, or most of them, do have that color.
By the way they were really meticulous and precise, so double thumb up for our preferred hairdressing hall ;)The evening ends together with their in a usual McDonald's...and of course in a game arcade, while we definitively say goodbye to Shige who's going back to Nagoya. |
