Already have an account? Log in! And so, finally, it happened to be that I came back to Japan after quite an absence in the frosts of November , just as the leaves were beginning to fall from the trees, and the tears from my eyes, as I watched the chicks cover up their fine arses and wear figure-disguising long skirts and jeans.
Again, I came in to the country following a J-babe I had pulled in England, and again, I had failed miserably to sustain the relationship and keep her hooked on me. Oh well, they say, failure is an opportunity presented. She certainly did a number on me, so for a few months I was in a state of flux; stagnating in my mind, and in the shit-hole commune I had found myself living at in Kushiro, Hokkaido. The owner of the commune was a shaky old geezer who would eat garlic raw and was frequently as pissed as a fart by lunchtime if it was one of his slow days.
That being said, he did have a heart of gold; and steered me through some of my darker times as I gradually got over the old flame that had broken me up pretty bad. I bided my time, and let the feelings go. The commune had some minor redemptions. One in particular was a Toyota Sprinter that was in pretty good nick. And since me and the others at the commune had nothing to do at weekends but mostly sit around picking our noses, we took the old girl around Hokkaido quite a bit.
Usually we stuck to the local hotspots, but on one odd weekend we decided to have a crack at driving to Sapporo, a mere 8 hours drive away, or 6, if you ragged it like a bastard.. Well, I felt like the Fresh Prince coming back to collect his throne a can of Asahi going back to Sapporo, the place that inspired this website. I found myself nodding and smiling at refreshed memories, the familiar coffee shops that I used to frequent; the old streets I use to roam; and the garbage dumps I used to wake up in as a fresh-off-the-plane Japan newbie.
And the babes were even cuter than I remembered. We parked the car and stretched our legs out on the snow-encrusted pavement. The folks I came with wanted to see all the usual Lonely Planet touristy trap shite, and so we split up and arranged to meet later. I wandered around Sapporo visiting all the old haunts, the school I used to work at, some bars, a couple of video-arcades.
