We walked around some of the hot nightspots in Tokyo like Shibuya and Shinjuku (I'd never chilled in Tokyo at night before that), and I could totally tell once we got back to Ikebukuro--there was no more used American clothes or kin-patsu to be seen anywhere; all of the sudden we were surrounded by shifty middle-aged men and even sleazier looking Latin-American/Somewhere-in-Asian streetwalkers. One of the ho's actually came up to me and asked if I "wanted a massage"--I pretended not to speak English, then recluded with my friend back to our capsules.
That's my Ikebukuro story--that and during the day I visited Rikkyo Daigaku which was just up the street (I figured the capsule hotel story was more exciting).
Keep up the good work, Crispy!! And have a blast!!
