ho-tel mo-tel holiday innn on Flickr.
It looks like the start of something sleazy, doesn’t it? But it’s just a weekend out in Fukuoka at a well-respected hotel. I guess something sleazy could have happened, but I’m the sort of guy for whom sleaze is hard to come by and I’m too lazy to put in the extra effort I need more than everyone else.
I’ve stayed in a lot of hotels over the years. The worst ones were in Korea’s love hotels. You could always tell the places that had a lot of working girls coming and out of it. Bad lighting, big TVs, threadbare carpets. I found a syringe over the door in one once. That was fun. Okay, no it wasn’t. I barely got any sleep because I was worried that I was going to wake up to a junkie busting in to get his stash.
As an aside, there are a lot of syringe collection boxes in the public washrooms here in Halifax. They’re always near full. That’s both depressing and unsurprising.
Japanese business hotels are pretty uniform. Some slight variations. I’ve seen a few attempts to fit two beds into a room built for one. But they’re always Spartan due to the fact that people were usually in them just to sleep. The only time I experienced anything like the hooker-hubs of Korea was the final hotel I stayed in in Shinjuku.
At least I assume that’s what the $100, midnight to six a.m. “massages” were all about.