Today was supposed to be a decidedly shitty day. The temperature dropped to 16°C and then to 13°C throughout the day. The most annoying thing, however, was the wind that exacerbated the light drizzle that fell over the city. However, I was determined: Today was supposed to be a video day, and I was going to shoot some footage for a new short video I've been contemplating—the weather be damned.
My first stop was supposed to be my beloved CoCo Ichibanya, where I was hoping to get some superb Japanese curry. Unfortunately, Google Maps misled me, and the place was simply not there. Although I was disappointed, I shot some footage off a pedestrian overpass and headed for the monorail. I decided to buy a ¥600 day pass and travel the rail line end to end. This turned out to be a really good idea, because the weather was getting really crazy. Once I got to the airport station, I stayed in the car and proceeded towards the Shuri station, shooting video of the various landscapes and cityscapes that had presented themselves.
When I got to the other end of the line, I decided to go to the Naha Comic Shop Warehouse, expecting to find the usual fare of manga and lascivious little figurines of animé heroines. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that the place was literally a warehouse of the most fun things. Aside from the aforementioned otaku products, there was an arcade, a book section, a video section, a game section, a high-quality used clothing section, a musical instrument area, and—my stars—a used vinyl area. I think I blew about $50 in the place—and how could I resist? Stuff that could easily go for $15-20 in Canada went for ¥400 to ¥600! I have acquired some Styx, Bowie, Wings, Duran Duran, Pet Shop Boys, Huey Lewis and The News, Culture Club, and Jesus Christ Superstar. Keep this in mind: not only are these Japanese (read: really good) pressings, but when you buy used products in Japan, you know that you are buying something that has been carefully handled, checked and repackaged. It's hard to describe the cornucopia of wonderful things that this place offered, but, rest assured, the place would tremendously excite the hipster and techno-geek alike.
The weather wasn't getting any better, so I headed to the Starbucks on Kokusai-dori. After consuming my venti caramel macchiato, and watching the colourful, wind-swept street, I decided to splurge a little. I headed across the street to Sam's Sailor Inn, where for about $50 I got a drink in a delightful Shisa-shaped mug and my own chef who (while performing juggling tricks) cooked a mouth-watering steak and two side-dishes right in front of me to my exact specifications, as cute girls besuited in diminutive sailor uniforms scurried to and fro. After multiple mouthgasms, I went to pay the bill and was pleasantly surprised when the cashier presented me with my own Shisa mug.
The rain outside was threatening to turn torrential, but I was extremely satisfied, and so, after a little night filming from another pedestrian overpass, I headed back to the hotel.