I once visited Tokyo and ended up in Shinjuku because it was the first city name I recognized when I got off the plane. Picked up a hotel map and saw an area labeled "Kabukicho." Now, as you might know,
Kabuki is a type of Japanese theatre. You know, the one that
isn't Noh drama. So naturally I assumed that Kabuki-cho was the theatre district.
No, turns out that
Kabuicho is the red light district.
So there I was, first-time visitor wandering the streets of Japan looking for theatres, but for reasons I couldn't figure out people kept approaching me and talking to me, all friendly like. Well, hey...I figured maybe the Japanese aren't as shy as they're rumored to be. I'm a guest in their country and they'd just like to welcoming, right? So I mostly just smiled and nodded and thanked them for whatever they were saying and kept walking. Well eventually one girl walks up to me and starts talking in Japanese, but she doesn't go away and her body language makes it clear she's planning to have a full conversation. I have no idea what she's saying, but I hadn't yet realized that having taken a one semester college course and listened to a bunch of anime and Pimsleur CDs meant that I didn't speak enough Japanese to matter. But I had a pocket dictionary so I pulled it out and tried to figure out what she was saying, and what a "masagi" was, and why she kept saying it, and why the word wasn't in my dictionary. She was very helpful and we took turns looking up words in the dictionary trying to have a conversation. Well, eventually we eventually figured out that "masagi" meant "massage" and it wasn't in my dictionary because it was an english loanword. The girl was trying to get me to go into her massage parlour.
Some embarassment, a few apologies and several minutes later I back on my trip heading deeper into Kabukicho. And the further in I got, the less often the people approaching me were Japanese girls. Instead, there was a big scary black man stationed about every 50 feet or so , and s I walked by they'd each come and try to get me to go into their establishment. Fortunately they all spoke English, and I was able to avoid further complications...but it rapidly become obvious that wherever I was, it was
not the theater district.
So...several days and an internet search later I figured out that Kabukicho was the red light district. But I still didn't understand why there was huge, english-speaking black men posted at regular intervals on Tokyo street where nobody else spoke english. So I explained what had happened to the manager of the hostel I was staying at to ask why.
Que the following converstaion:
Him:
"You went to Kabukicho?!?!?!"Me:
"Yes."Him:
"That's very bad! You shouldn't go there. It's dangerous!"Me:
"Dangerous? Really? How dangerous? I mean, I live near Los Angeles."Him:
"If you go there they will be very mean to you! So impolite! Very dangerous."Me:
"...wait, you're saying it's dangerous because they'll be rude to me?"Him:
"Oh, yes! At Kabukicho, they hire Nigerians to bring in customers because they have no sense of personal space. Very good at getting customers to go in, and once inside they won't let you leave!"Not "won't let you leave" as in lock you in a room and steal your kidneys. Rather, "won't let you leave" as in the
hostess club girl will keep asking you to buy her drinks until you run out of money, and only a barbarian would say no in such a situation.
So, yeah. That's what passes for "dangerous" in Japan.
On a related note, never go to a hostess club. They are
terribly dull, and their idea of "sexy and provocative" is a mostly clothed girl sitting close enough that maybe your thighs might touch, but probably not. And they give you suspicious looks if you have the audacity to put an arm around their shoulder. Because apparently that's way too intimate for a girl you're paying to pay attention to you.