Sapporo is the largest city in the northern island of Hokkaido.  Cold and sleazy are two words to describe this place.  Stacky boots make another appearance here, as do soaplands, which are more or less brothels, not daytime drama theme parks as the name eludes.  On the street, one of the touts we passed by was saying, in Japanese, "Relax, welcome to Pussy Street!" I know he was talking to me, but I kept my head down and tried my best to relax.

Several events competed for tonight's highlight.  To start, we stayed at the bomb-diggety Renaissance Hotel, complete with a room larger than most Japanese apartments and radio piped into the bathroom (playing Barry White, of all things).  Of course there was dinner, which was the entire menu of top-quality seafood (Sapporo is reputed for having the best seafood in Japan to begin with).  Our after-dinner stroll led us to Pussy Street, a store selling animal penii in jars, and a Shinto shrine.  Then I got hypothermic and started my fever & shakes.  All so significant, yet so different.

And when I was ill, bad TV got even worse.  I hope it's not just me.

Personals
 

Frenchman, 29, white, great looking, used to be a no-name actor, now salaryman, seeks Japanese woman who wants to have a secret Gaijin sex partner.  Unlimited supply of secrecy and orgasm.

European male, 30s, seeks female for  friendship/nice times.  I would just like a sweet person maybe like Takahashi-san and I promise that if you can make to me I will give you a gold medal.

 

Tony's sake sampler.  Hard to explain, but there were 3 flasks, and 2 were more sweet sake, while the last one was more dry.  Regardless, I thought they would be great for cleaning wounds; stuff was a wee strong for me.  Sapporo.	He drank all 3 flasks, and was able to stand afterwards (kneeling/crossing legs on tatami mats notwithstanding).  Sapporo.	A sampling of what the four of us gored.  There's no feeling like sucking out shrimp brains.  In the words of Spinal Tap, "And it was good."  Sapporo.
For all the Ween fans, Ween karaoke! Sapporo.	After close observation, I'm not sure which of these two posters is weirder.  Sapporo.	This well-endowed convenience store logo wouldn't last an hour in America before being burned to the ground.  Sapporo.
Sapporo's main drag.  As with all my "main drag" photos, it looks more lively when you're there in person.	That's the booty truck.  I suppose taping glossy photos of coy ladies is cheaper than airbrushing.  Pussy Street, Sapporo.	It's better not to ask why there's a painting of two schoolgirls on "Pussy Street."  Err, wait... Sapporo.
Poster for upcoming wrestling match, Sapporo.	The crowd here was nuts; they even cheered Tony having a beer & mixing at the same time.  Precious Hall, Sapporo.	They haven't been this close since the World War II: Sapporo Bier Garden, where the fusion of a bier hall environment, cuckoo clocks & Japanese cuisine still doesn't make complete sense.  Sapporo.

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