The end of the trip was now fast approaching. I wanted to go out with Amber the next evening, and I still had to pack at some point. So this was the last chance to experience Tokyo’s nightlife. And where better to experience it than in Roppongi? The district that is famous for its exuberant nightlife! I was excited to see if it could top the experience in Osaka ^^
I dressed up. White patent leather boots, a black cocktail dress, at least not the green hair, because I didn’t want to scare the poor Japanese too much. A rather skimpy outfit for the cool night. But I hadn’t planned to spend the evening outside. Maybe a nice gentleman or lady would pick me up – who knows?
Amber looked a little critical, but she had probably already accepted that I was a little weirder than I was back in good old Germany. In fact, I was pretty worn out, there had been more wandering around than I had planned. But you have to make sacrifices sometimes.
Dinner in Asakusa
Before the fun came dinner – although in Japan that is always fun as well! One last time I went to Asakusa, to the familiar Isomaru Suisan. I treated myself to Nasu, a grilled mackerel, a bit of salmon and caviar, sake of course, and a few other delicacies.
As always, everything was excellent and I lingered longer than I had planned. But the evening was still young. Full but not stuffed, we headed straight on to the nightlife.
Nightlife at the “Propaganda” bar in Roppongi
There was a lot to choose from in Roppongi – unfortunately, the Odeon was closed that evening. It was a shame because I actually wanted to dance, and that’s not very common in Japan. So I ended up in the Propaganda Bar pretty quickly. It was moderately full, with a few locals who eyed me curiously, and two other foreigners. And a waitress who definitely wasn’t from Japan either. Based on her English, I guessed she was from Germany. It turned out: she was from TÜBINGEN! Holy cow! I wouldn’t have expected that. So we had a nice chat, I promised her that I would tell her family that she was fine, and she told me a bit about her working life, which was a bit sobering for me.
Well, the cocktails were good, and then a few foreigners came along: a mother-daughter duo from Australia, who were both pretty happy. And then (unfortunately) a few Brits whose goal was to buy rounds in the bar until we were all drunk. That was fun for about 2-3 rounds, but then it got exhausting. And loud. But I danced and flirted with the Australians and a middle-aged Japanese gentleman and a few other guys who hit on me (but unfortunately weren’t my type).
Of course, I missed the last bus back – there is no public transport in Japan after midnight – and had to take a taxi. So at least I had that experience for once.