Japan, this is a culture with a foot in the ancient past, another in the near past, a hand in the west and another reaching for the future.
    As I walked down the Tokyo sidewalk, while I spent my November of 2008 in Japan.I remembered Mr Pramschufer's advice, my coworker back in Los Angeles who had been to Japan for couple times, said Japan's rule was "The risen nail get's driven down" defintenly not in here. I said to myself.
    My hotel was in the center of the buzzing night life of Shinjuku. This night life seemed to consisit mainly of Japanese businessmen in the streets and young asian women in the clubs. I saw them going in and out of the clubs, restaurants and bars.
    Capsule hotel is a must "Worth doing it once" but for me, two night in a row, a little depressing.
    A little past midnight, I went into the capsule room and walked down to mine. The night life was over and everyone was in his comfy container. As late as it was, the TVs were still on in a number of the capsules, all room at the end of a room with about twenty of them, each behind a curtain. Open the curtain and crawl into a rectangular beige plastic container. I put my shoes and bag in a compartment outside, locked it as I'd been instructed, crawled into my tube and closed the curtain. It was warm and snug inside, about seven feet long and three and a half feet wide--barely high enough to sit up in. It had rounded, plastic walls that shone and reflected my feet. There was a shelf for personal possessions and I put my belongings.,wallet, map,pen,watch and change on it. A radio and a clock were built into the capsule. Above your head was a TV,which could be watched from couple channels including porn movies.Beneath me were sheets,at my feet a blanket,and I stuck a bean bag pillow about size of a loaf of bread under my head.
    The 'bathroom' is also actually in the style of an onsen - that is, open shower and spa set up - where you walk around wearing nothing and shower in front of a whole room packed with people
    As I turned off the light, left me in the dark. I was tired and lay back, and in the utter darkness I could hear, on other TV sets next room, the moans of the porn program. I rolled over on my side and realized, as consciousness faded, that I was going to sleep in a room full of masturbating men.
    "Good night, Tokyto" I said to myself.