'Space World!!! Yeah! '
It soon dawned on me that I was the only adult there and everyone else was a school kid. Throughout my travels I have had school girls waving at me and saying "herro" all the time (is that wrong?). I always give a weak "herro" back and try and move on. The theme park was ok but bloody cold when your travelling along at 70mph plus. I think roller coasters and the like are a lot more scary when you arent with someone. Must be a psychological thing to off load your fears by laughing with a companion.
Having nailed most of the rides quite quickly (and been mildy disappointed by all of them) I headed for the massive big wheel. Im not a big one for heights but as I easily conquered all the other rides, plus Id been on the london eye I thought itd be no problem. BIG mistake! I got in my tiny little carriage that was rattling about in the wind and after getting just under a quarter of the way up, I realised I didnt like it, and I wanted off. But there was nothing I could do and the bastard got higher and higher and higher. It must have been quite a pathetic sight to see this lone guy on a massive big wheel, gripping both sides of the carriage for dear life with his eyes closed! managed to take a photo though and the view was pretty impressive.
'Mmmm, nice view. Shame I was bricking it'
'Less of a big wheel, more ridiculously oversized wheel'
After scouting round for more rides I came across one last one I hadnt been on, Alien Encounter. Thought it would be like some mini coaster where you shoot baddies (Like Men In Black ride for those whove been to Universal Studios). Yet agin, BIG mistake. It turned out to be a sort of walk through ghost train. Walking around in near pitch black so youre feeling your way around, sinister music playing and then actual people dressed as aliens jumping out at you from no where. When it first happened I nearly cried. Pure and utter terror. I tried to leave the way I came in but couldnt find it so had to blunder on in the darkeness utterly petrified. I hate the fear of the unknown, thats why Blair Witch fucked me up so much! It was all too much. When I got to the room with corpses hanging down from ropes and realised I had to walk between them it was almost the end for me. "This is it! Im going to die in fricking Space World!". And just to mess you up further as you walk through, the floor is all squidgey and totally freaks you out. I left cursing my damn curiosity. I wish I knew what the Japanese woman said to me before I went in. Probably something along the lines of "You look like a bit of a pussy, your gonna shit one in here I tell thee!"
Back home to Fuk you over, for my last night out there. Looked for an Internet cafe first. There was a massive sign on the side of a building that said in english "Information" and then everything under it is in japanese! Absolutely totally pointless. Cruel bastards.
Around about 11pm, Fukuoka train station turns into tramp central. They are EVERWHERE. Bedding down in their little cardboard castles. It was quite eerie walking through a generally quite station with loads of people coughing and muttering around you behind these cardboard screens. Theyre all quite civilesed though. None are drunk, none are singing or shouting (except one, spoiling it for the rest of them) and none of them beg. Which was a bugger cos I had a shit load of loose change I needed to off load. But because no one begged and I didnt see anyone give them money I hung onto it in case I was about to commit another faux pas.
Off out then for a few cheeky ones. First bar had an intersting system in that you pay for how long you are there but can drink as much as you can. So its 50p for ten minutes. Not bad but the place was dead. Plus it had an fish tank with a big dildo with a dunki on it. Oh, and the bollocks were actually tits. Lovely. Headed upstairs for another bar. Guzzled down a bottle and almost choked when she asked 15 quid for it! Found out it was another pay by the hour but it included cover charge plus first hour. Claimed ignorance and slung her a fiver before leaving. Then found the International Bar that I originally thought was shut down on my first arrival. Turned out to be closed on Sunday. Inside was a very sexy Indian barmaid and a deaf drunk ozzy. Im going to feel at home here. So parked up at the bar and got the drinks flowing. Had fun flirting with the barmaid though I think she flirted with all the punters (heartbreaker!). A cute japanese girl came in and I had a three way converstion with her and the other japanese bartender girl interpreting. She said I was handsome which was nice. I said she was cute or Kawai as they say. Then she left. Ho hum. By 5am I was pretty tippsy but feeling good. Randomly the barman from the very first bar I went to when I first got here on sunday turned up so had chat with him.
'She was better in the flesh trust me, or was I just drunk? '
Hometime came, and the Japanese girl who worked there offered to show me the way home as I was a little lost. However she had a push bike. My eyes lit up! I jumped on and told her to get on the back. I was soon bollocking and weaving through the streets, singing Frank Sinatra, and offering a sincere "Konnichiwa" and a tinkle of her bell to everyone we passed. She was obviously impressed cos she gave me a snog when she left me at the hotel. No night cap though :(
Got about 3 hours kip and got up to catch my train to Tokyo. Yet another Japanese guy stopped me in the station and asked me if I needed any help. Fortunatley I knew exactly where I was going just looked tired and hungover so I joked with him "Yeah, you can carry my bag for me". I dont think he got it.
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