JAPAN 2015 [SHORTS]: Toilet Stuff

You know how in Malaysia, when there's a squat toilet, you're supposed to squat facing outwards (ass pointed at the hole)? See below, you're supposed to face where the black arrows are pointing:

 Right? We clear on this?

In Japan, a squat toilet look like this:

Soooo... Same shit right? Ass pointed to the hole?


If you said yes, you wrong. Please see diagram below for correct instruction:

Das right. It's the other way round.

I don't understand. There must be a reason as to why you should face a particular direction. In that case, Malaysia and Japan each has different reason??? Why??? I can't brain. DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO. I'll squat horizontally.

( •̀ω•́ )σ

And then, I came across this other piece of instruction:
 Please touch the door softly to unlock? Sounds great.

So I touched the door softly lor.


o(-`д´- 。)

I'm just kidding. I know how to unlock the door. Saja want to drama.

17 May 2015 Leave a comment

JAPAN 2015: Day 0.5 - Getting There. And Tsukiji.

I know I know. I owe this blog several entries: Siem Reap (Angkor Wat & what not), DWP @ Jakarta, Yogyakarta (Borobudur & Prambanan), etc etc. I am the ultimate procrastinator. 

But this entry needs to cut queue because I really want my memory of it to be written down in words. 

Let's go.


April 6th, 11AM - Subang Jaya.

Let's start with a picture of a glorious pancake, taken during brunch with the bff yang paling berprihatin (because he offered to send me to airport). This was the morning of my departure and in case you missed the hints (entry title, the word "airport"), I was about to leave to Japan for 2 weeks.

 Ready to roll.

 Ready to read.

 Ready to feast.

Actually I have the whole row to myself so I was feeling quite boss.

I slept half the flight away. Cannot afford business class so had to sleep on 3 economical seats.

April 6th, 11PM - Haneda International Airport, Tokyo.

Upon alighting the flight, I got a mild culture shock. If there was a fast forward mode. someone must have switched it on  because everyone was walking so urgently. I couldn’t help but to do the same, and I was enjoying it.

The travellators and other machines wouldn’t stop talking to me. Do people really need to be reminded every 30 seconds to “Please watch your step.”?

And then, I finally got to experience the Japanese toilet experience. Though, yes, we do have those in many other places now, but this is the master of all toilet tech alright! Show some respect! One thing I realized about Japanese toilets is that they all have warm seats (thank god!) their auto flushing sound is always on. What has Japanese people got against letting others hear them pee/take a shit? Why else would you be in a toilet stall anyway?

That night, my plan was to sleep at the airport, since I touched down midnight when the trains stopped operating. Taking a cab was out of the question because the price was close to a one night stay at a hotel.

Went to a restaurant named “Food Court” and had my first meal in Japan! I wouldn’t call the place food court because the décor and stuff were more restaurant-ish and the prices too, weren’t exactly food court la. For a bowl of ok-only-tasting udon, it costed me close to RM30. But to have something warm and soupy after a long flight (and in such cold weather too) was incredibly satisfying. Plus, I took a short nap in the restaurant (so it was kind of like +rental fee also heheheh).

Unfortunately, I had to leave the restaurant about 3AM because they were closing up. Now now, where should I go to resume sleeping?

April 7th, 4AM - The hell area of Haneda International Airport, Tokyo.

I chose the worst place ever.

The surface was cold, slippery and hard (those metal seats) and it was right next to the escalator. You know what that means… “Please watch your step.”

I must have listened to that phrase for at least 21600 times that night (every half a minute for 3 hours). My back was aching, but if I had to choose between a soft springy bed and a place where escalators don’t talk… it’d be the latter.

Once it was day enough for the trains to operate, got a ticket and hopped on a train out of Haneda Airport.

The train ride made every pain and annoyance felt the night before all worth it. It was my first glimpse of Tokyo city. I saw sakuras lined up along the streets, and even spotted a horse but that was the only time I saw one in Tokyo (horse, not sakura). It was beautiful. The city was blooming.

My thoughts may sound alone but in person, I wasn't. From the flight.. to the restaurant.. and all the way to the train, Leon was with me. In the train, he told me he was going to Tsukiji fish market for breakfast, and I decided to tag along. Tsukiji wasn’t exactly a priority in my itinerary (ikr, un-boh-lievable) but it was on the way and I didn’t have anything else planned for the morning anyway. It could also be Or maybe it's because I listened to his endless raving about Tsukiji for months before the trip, so.. let’s go check it out!

April 7th, 7AM - Tsukiji Fish Market, Tokyo.

 You know you’re in the right place when something smells fishy even in the subway itself.

We didn't manage to experience the tuna auction (got to be there by 4AM in order to do that) but the place was still worth seeing. It was very interesting walking around the fish market. It looked more like an industrial area with the difference being the presence of fishmongers zooming about in their fish scooters (I really really want to ride one).

You can see the environment and the special fish scooters (ok la, the actual term for it is "special vehicle") in this badly taken footage.

The line for one of the more popular restaurants, Daiwa, was insanely long. Word is, if you want a reasonable wait time, you got to be there by 5AM or so. We were there around 7AM, so the wait time was about 2 hours? No thank you.

So we went to this less popular (but according to online reviews, is equally as good) restaurant called Okame. The wait was only about 15 minutes! The restaurants in Tsukiji look similar to one another and each of them can only accommodate maximum of 10-12 people at a time.

pc: photo link

The restaurants have only counter seats (at least for Okame, that was the case) and the walkways are so narrow that if a big sized person is seated at the counter, the restaurant owners will have to let you use the back way to get to your seat.

Breakfast is served. Surprisingly, Japanese are very “stingy” with their wasabi. I don’t think it’s because they’re stingy, perhaps they just appreciate the raw flavor more. Anyway, this plate here costed about RM100++ and it was worth it for the freshness and experience. Honestly, more for the experience because I cannot really differentiate how good it is. My judgement of food is very limited, it’s either nice, or not nice. And this, is nice.

After breakfast, parted ways with Leon after breakfast and to my hostel in Arakawa. 

The solo journey begins! You can see here that I have a giant zit on my face (it is still on my face as I'm writing this post). It won't be in all pictures because some pictures I actually took the effort to go and shop it out. But yeah, just wanted you to know that I have a giant zit on my face and pictures can be deceiving.

April 7th, 11AM - Arakawa-ku, Tokyo.

Arakawa-ku neighborhood.

It was my first time using Airbnb and staying in a hostel. Upon reaching the entrance, I wasn’t sure if I was in the right place because there must have been around 100 pairs of shoes there. I looked at the building and I was pretty confident that it isn’t big enough to accommodate that many people laa…

There was no reception whatsoever. I climbed a flight of stairs and find myself in this place:

I showed MK this and he asked if I was kidnapped by a hardware store owner.

Shortly after, a friendly obachan came into the kitchen/hardware store (I later found out that it was a communal area) and “registered” me. She led me to my “room”. 

 Ta-da! My room! 

I kid I kid. That's actually another communal area on the rooftop. The peacock is fake... or not.

My actual room was just a small space big enough to fit a smaller-than-single bed and leaving a little floor space for luggage. The floor space is really just sufficient for you to put your luggage there. For unpacking and stuff, I had to do it on the bed.

There was no ceiling, the “rooms” were separated from one another by thin wooden boards. You can really hear every single thing everyone is doing. Like, if you scratch your butt, I hear you.

My view when lying on the bed.

Don't get me wrong. Any shelter is a blessing at that moment. I also think that I may have fallen in love with backpack travel because of the people you meet in hostels, the stories you exchange, and what not. I'll story you more on my hostel experience later on.

For now, a plus point for my Arakawa-ku hostel: The rooftop view.

A really great view of the neighborhood. You can even see the Skytree from here. The un-commercialized view really gave me a sense of familiarity, it made me feel as though I belong.

I'll stop here for now, because I took a rest after the check-in. 

Next up: Exploring Tokyo.

04 May 2015 Leave a comment

A Day in HCMC/Saigon

Last weekend, we went to Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon) to see Hardwell. Can't believe his I AM Hardwell tours are still going on! I must say that Hardwell's hardworking-ness is pretty admirable.
 I still remember my first I AM Hardwell in Singapore last year. Well, Vietnam and Singapore are on two different ends of  a scale so it's going to be a different experience! Besides, they're one year apart so the mixes definitely won't be the same too. 

Took an Uber X to KLIA2 and guess who's the driver! Thank you Huilyn for driving us there in this awesome Mini Countryman.

First time at KLIA2 and yes the place is rather posh, as compared to the previous LCCT.

Leon and I decided to travel while we're there because fuck you we can Siem Reap is nearby and it's somewhere we've been wanting to visit. We had to take the bus to Siem Reap on Monday morning itself (Hardwell is playing on Sunday night) because the one on Tuesday was fully booked. In other words, we only had half a day to explore the city before the rave. 

Casual stroll down the streets. We were food hunting and looking for a chill spot.

Pho! Die die must eat Pho in Vietnam. It's like a spicy and flavorful Hakka mee soup. We also had lots of Vietnamese coffee and sandwiches. I love them sandwiches and coffee so much that if I were to choose to live with just a single food/beverage for the rest of my life it'd be Vietnamese.

If I were to describe the traffic in HCMC in two words.... Organized chaos. These people have an unspoken code of conduct and I really admire them for it. As chaotic as the traffic may look, one can always cross the road without getting hit and I didn't see any accidents the whole time there. I can guarantee that if we have this system in Malaysia, everyone no need go home already.

Here's an example of a usual day in HCMC from a pedestrian's point of view. The trick is to walk as if there were no vehicles on the road:

Night came and it was time for Hardwell! Fortunately for us, it rained earlier so it didn't rain during the rave. Unfortunately, there were only 4 or 5 counters to serve the entire crowd so it took us at least an hour just to get in.


The stage was rather small as compared to other raves.. but hey this is one of the cheapest rave around! (GA tickets at only RM100)

The energy was sufficient (much better than I AM Hardwell Singapore but I'm pretty sure a Malaysian rave can top that) and it was interesting to see a different culture's take on a rave. Dressing, for one. The people there must be so confused because many walked in with elegant clubbing-wear complete with heels, some wore button-up shirts, others all wrapped up and what's worse was that there were aunties lingering around at the back with their kids!

We basically just kept to our group most of the time. Fortunately, the Viets were generous in terms of personal space. We managed to have a large area to ourselves. None of that sardine can and cigarette burns nonsense.

Leon managed to take some footage and we'll be editing the aftermovie soon. Meanwhile, here's a snippet of what went down during the rave:


Night stroll.

We walked back to our hotel after the rave (10 minutes walk), grabbed a Banh Mi (sandwich) takeaway while we were at it, packed our stuff, and took a quick nap before we travel to the bus station. (Grabbed another Banh Mi and coffee at the bus station hurhurhur I wasn't kidding when I said I love those)

Cabbie ride to bus station.

We took the bus to Phnom Penh where we had to change to the one that takes us to Siem Reap. The entire journey was 15 hours long. Not fun but worth the experience. 

Crossed the Mekong river on a barge. I'm not in the picture because I chose to remain in the air-conditioned bus. I let the Leon do the photo-taking under the hot hot sun.

Next stop, Siem Reap!

Travel diary to be continued...

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