Tales From A Broad

My year of teaching English in Japan is up. Next mission: backpack Asia before going home to the U.S.A. Currently HOME!





I went to hell & all I got was this lousy t-shirt: the 8 Hells in Beppu

After Fukouka, we went to this town called Beppu. The whole place is built on a volcano, Mt. Aso. They're so much geothermal activity going on that there is steam rising EVERYWHERE: cracks in the sidewalks, gutters, chimneys..everywhere. Steam is so abundant that people literally set up stands, put baskets of eggs on the sidewalks, and come out with hard-boiled eggs in no time. BTW, I had the plumpest and juicest corn on the cob by this method....ooiiiishiii (yummy in Japanese)!!!! There are 8 areas around town that have hot springs with boiling hot water, hence the name, "The 8 Hells." One of them has red water, tinted because of the clay. Another one is named "Shaven Head Hell" because bubbles of hot, gray mud boil to the top, looking like the shaven heads of monks.

Since Beppu is known for its hot springs, onsens, there are some where people can actually dip in and relax. Basically, it's a glorified way of taking a bath. OK, the catch is, you have to get buck ass naked in front of complete strangers. I was walking around with my delicates all over the place, trying not to be bashful, but it was pretty hard not to laugh! hahah I get enough stares being a foreigner, let alone the fact that I was scrubbing myself--naked--on a stool the size of a bike tire. So, we tried some sand baths, mud baths, steam rooms, pebble baths, outdoor baths, etc. The outdoor bath was prtty cool b/c you're basically in this enclosed outside area with waterfalls and trees. One of the places we visited was up in the mountains, so you had to take this long pathway to finally get to the mud bath. Evidently, Mother Theresa went there before she died. They had tons of pics of her stay hanging on the walls. Needless to say, going to an onsen is a must when it comes to having an authentic Japanese experience. The whole process from start to finish--taking a shower BEFORE getting in the onsen, washing your hair, body, shaving, etc; slowly pouring small amounts of the ridiculously hot water over your body, then dipping into the onsens, remaining as still as possible, then cleaning up afterwards--is a methodic and sacred process.

Of course, we couldn't leave Beppu without checking out the sex museum...that's our motto: "Sex museums 'til death." Even in sex, the Japanese are overly poilte and inhibited. Not only do they scramble their porn, but they also scrambled the glass covering the paintings conveying tantric positions. This resulted in Anh, Hannah and I simply stretching--spraining really-- our necks to look at the goods. Oh, that Lord Adinath was quite the devil... This museum wasn't as impressive as the sites in Amsterdam, but it did boast an over-sized wooden penis. I couldn't help but reminisce of the "Ambigously Gay Duo" sketch on Saturday Night Live--the museaum was only missing the ass-shaped cave.

Other notable mentions at the sex museum:
1) Those claw vending machines that could grab anything from porn videos to vibrators
2) A room dedicated to the Prince walking in on Snow White having an orgy with the 7 Dwarves (leave it to the Japanese to find Disney remotely sexy)
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At 08:52, Blogger tito said...

those are some big tities    



At 21:54, Blogger Kat said...

haha! i went to the museum last year-super tacky eh! do they still have the huge shagging zebras?!    



At 22:19, Blogger Cee Pee said...

hahaha, yea they do!    



At 00:58, Blogger goongirl said...

God you would never get any peace at my school with a rack like that. All the 3rd year boys are obsessed with my allegedly massive rack.    



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