Japan Trip Report

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EDITOR’S NOTE: A listener provided this thoroughly fascinating report from recent travels in Japan. It provides insights into life in an advanced racially homogenous society, with its many attributes and very few drawbacks. May the Japanese continue to resist the open borders / replacement-level invasion policies of our hostile elite.

I’m no Marco Polo, and I only stayed for a little over a week, but here are some of my thoughts from a recent visit to Japan (Okinawa and Tokyo): 

The trip has even more firmly ingrained my nationalist/racialist/kinist ideology. The country is extremely homogeneous in ethnicity/culture and as such, there is incredible rule-following, high trust, willingness to help others, pride in heritage, and care for the environment. Japan exemplifies the proper created order and in many ways it is what we want/need and frankly, deserve. 

I was often the only gaijin (foreigner) on the train or area if it was non-tourist. Foreigners appear foreign and are expected to adhere to Japanese cultural norms, use Japanese money (USD/euros were not accepted anywhere), and feel out of place…or rather, that they are visiting someone else’s home. All commercials, signs, and advertisements had only Japanese in them unless they were for international beauty products (perfume and makeup) where there were mostly Whites but increasingly blacks, which were completely out of place. 

The above two items made speaking with other tourists about our issues VERY easy. Heck, I nearly converted one of the two Brits I ran across to our viewpoint because of the stark differences between Japan and our current nations’ issues. 

Japan is incredibly clean and cared for, even in areas that are more rundown or needing a fresh coat of paint. Oddly enough, there were virtually no public trash cans so it’s a mystery where all the trash generated in the street goes. I found my pockets stuffed with receipts/wrappers/etc. at the end of the day, which was annoying. I think I saw graffiti twice and it probably said, “Sorry, but I need to tell you about this great group I’m with. Please consider it. Thank you very much.” 

I stayed in a more residential area and there were multiple 1/4 acre lots for people’s bicycles, and not a bike lock in sight because… 
There were no, and I mean no, blacks anywhere. I saw a few who were obviously tourists, and the only other time I saw them (they were Caribbean/American blacks) was in the red light district as doormen trying to hustle guys inside like in Las Vegas. It was disgusting and incredibly jarring because they were absent everywhere else, but of course they found work/solace in the sexually degenerate area of another people. Oh, and before you ask, I went to see a “Love Hotel” simply out of curiosity, and it’s just as touristy as other areas, though again much more like Vegas with ticket slappers and rude guys aggressively trying to get you in titty bars. 
While tourism is a huge business in Japan, Japanese is still the official language and English is only somewhat common, and starts disappearing rapidly when you get outside the main tourist areas. Thankfully the metro did feature English signage. 
Despite being one of the largest cities in the world (population: over 13 million), you can get just about anywhere in the greater Tokyo area for about $2-3 and in no more than an hour; most places were 45 minutes or less with one transfer, and 5-10 minutes walking before/after you got streetside. 
Speaking of the metro, it was quite a system to behold. 9 lines move almost 7 MILLION people a day around the city, and that’s the second biggest mover (above ground rail moves more). You haven’t lived until you’re on a monster ten-train car and everyone needs to exhale vigorously to let five more people in. There is personal space, but it’s on the inside of your clothes, though everyone is very polite about it and accepts a little shuffling/bumping/gentle pushing to get things done. On the way to the airport today with two bags, I was closer to a Japanese businessman and Japanese schoolgirl than I’ve been with anyone else in my life other than my wife, and that’s almost debatable. 
There was no real monitoring of the ticket gates, which were always open. Everything was based on the honor system if you had to adjust your fare or if it said you needed to talk to the staff before continuing. There were no jumpers like the blacks in our big cities. The staff were very happy to help, but bored. I accidentally left my bag at one of the stations and by the time I got off at the next stop, turned around, and got back, it had already been turned in and they were ready for me to claim it. No more than ten minutes, tops, and it was a nice bag with a lot of electronics/stuff in it, none of which had been pilfered. 
About politeness: It was incredible. Everyone was kind, greeted you, acting like you were the best/only customer in the world, and if you made a big purchase or they had the time, the store clerk would follow you out and bow several times to thank you for your business or even goodbye (like at hotels). Warnings in the subway were polite, toilet instructions were polite, security was sorry they had to check your bags, etc. They seemed genuinely happy to see you and serve you. 
Customer service seems to have no qualms about ensuring pretty girls manned the registers at stores, waitressed tables, or checked you into your flight. All the stewardesses are cute girls, not faggots, old ladies, or generally unpleasant folk. Where there are men doing this work, they are very professional and not feminized. 
About being manly: Of the probably hundred thousand people I saw, I only saw one tranny and one open faggot. That’s it. Perhaps I wasn’t looking, or they don’t go to the places I went, but there was no soyboy/feminization problem I could see. There were guys with girls well out of their league, but I saw far more singles than couples. Perhaps the wives stayed home or worked elsewhere? 
The women were generally very well put together (lots of skirts and dresses) while the men were mostly dark blue or black suits with white shirts. Everyone wore long pants/jackets and had umbrellas, though it was hot nearly the whole time. Despite being conservatively dressed, my khaki pants, jeans, and colored shirts (polos or long sleeves) stuck out. Yes, it didn’t help that I’m a fit, 6’4″ White guy, but still, dark colors were definitely the order of the day. 
All the above being said, there were the non-occasional cosplay girls, men/woman dressed in cultural clothing, or folks working tourist support jobs that no one batted an eye at. 
There were no homeless/bums/panhandlers anywhere. 
Vending machines were cheap, everywhere, and had all kinds of crazy drinks, beer, or cigarettes. The drinking age is 20, and though I don’t know what it is for tobacco, I think it is 18. They didn’t have cages over them. 
Anime is very prevalent and is in many advertisements, public ads, etc. There is definitely an element of sexual suggestion/lewdness in some areas, too. The maid cafes also contribute to this but they seem to seriously care about being in a role and again, serving you. Yes, I went to one just to see what it’s all about and it was about service and cuteness, not sexuality (though it was an element for sure and there are probably other cafes that go that way). They exist mostly in Akihabara and the girls on the street are not intrusive but seem happy to invite you into their cafe. 
Sex is much more open in some ways than in America but in others, very confined to certain areas. You could go to a six story Don Quijote (affectionately known as “donki”) and purchase a lawn mower, wasabi Kit Kats, lipstick, trading cards, or male masturbators, lubricant, and cosplay outfits. There are five story sex shops right in downtown Akihabara and the manga stores have a whole floor dedicated to hentai. 
Religion is interesting. I saw maybe two humble Christian churches, while the Shinto and Buddhist shrines were everywhere and sights to behold. Many believers were present at both, though at least as many were tourists. I don’t know how much it informs daily life. 

There were no overt displays, advertisements, or discussion of religion anywhere other than advertising the shrines/temples as attractions. 
The food was incredible. All sorts of noodle dishes (ramen, udon, soba), specialties like fried pork loin, sushi/nigiri, anything on a stick (from eel to scallops to chicken thighs), and everything with rice. No salt or pepper could be found anywhere, and napkins were available only sparingly. Beer/sake was available at any time of the day, and I never saw anyone get carded. Everything was fresh, with great attention paid to the presentation. 
Space is at an extreme premium. Everything is vertical, and stairwells/escalators/aisles can be barely one person wide at times. And that’s one Japanese, not hakujin (white person) wide. You also don’t walk on escalators, it’s very bad manners. Floors in stores sometimes weren’t much larger than my home’s living room. 
It’s extremely quiet. I heard sirens twice and they were both ambulances. No one honks their horn, there’s no loud motorcycles/vehicles, no rap blasting from hoopdies, and heck, no loud talking, whistling, or anything. People talk, sure, but it’s very conscientious of others around them. Back to the metro, everyone was on their phone or reading a book and no one dared talk on their phone; there was one time a guy answered and started talking and it was like in a movie where everyone turns to look at him. He apologized and got off quickly. 
You walk. A lot. I clocked in 14 miles one day trying to see as much as I could while the next day I only walked 8 miles because I was spending more time shopping than sightseeing. I was extremely aggressive in my travel/itinerary, though, so your mileage may vary (heh). Regardless, it keeps one fit, though the amount of food I ate and beer/sake I drank probably offset it all (and then some). 
There is little to no war guilt. I visited the Yasukuni shrine where they honor their war dead and there was a large museum there dedicated to all of Japan’s military campaigns since before unification through WWII. It was very nationalistic and unapologetic, being very matter-of-fact about what led Japan into its wars/conflicts and very sympathetic to its own cause/side. Incredibly inspiring. 
The drive on the left side of the road. This took a few minutes to get used to and I turned on the windshield wipers instead of the turn signal more often than I care to admit. I drove in Okinawa, not Tokyo, but everyone is very patient/considerate on the road. If you find yourself in a place where people don’t drive correctly, the mantra I lived by was “look right, don’t die” and it saved us several times. 
Prices were…moderate. The exchange rate was about 130 yen to the USD and there seemed to be a discount at some places for cash. Cash was king, as well, and ATMs didn’t dispense anything less than 10,000 yen (~$75). There was no bartering. You also put your card/payment on a little tray which was nice, because it centralized the transaction, there was no question about what you paid/got back, and they treated it politely (received with both hands). Hotels are ridiculously expensive in the city which is why I stayed outside of the main tourist areas for less than $100 a night with breakfast included. Meals were anywhere from $10-$100 but were normally ~$25 for a high quality meal and $10-$15 for a regular meal. No matter the price, the presentation was top notch. The best places had lines no matter the time of day, and you could find yourself squeezed into a corner or sharing a table with a stranger. 
There were no stray animals. I think I saw two cats on the street the entire time. 
Government officials addressed their constituents by standing on top of vans with bullhorns. I only saw it once, but I liked it better than inane tweets. 
Schoolkids all wore uniforms, both boys and girls. The girls had white blouses with jackets and skirts were anywhere from near floor length to high thigh with high socks. The boys had suits, blazers, or a Mandarin-like collar that opened at the front. Again, dark blue/black for the colors except for the skirts. 
Cuteness was everywhere. From Hello Kitty to all sorts of other characters, it dominated women’s/girls’ bags and/or phones. All women’s items were feminine, beautiful, and/or cute. There is no such thing as a Japanese bull dyke. Colored hair (mostly blonde, bit other more bright colors existed) was seen sometimes. 
There was no pollution that I could tell. The sky was clear and crisp, which was crazy for such a large city. I met a German who lived in Berlin and Bangkok who said it’s better here than either of those places. 
It was extremely safe. I constantly saw kids as young as five walking around or riding bikes by themselves, women walking alone after midnight, and no one looking furtively at others. As I mentioned previously with my bag, people are incredibly honest/high trust. 
Given all the above, there were some downsides. 
The strong rule following/conscientiousness likely suppresses individuals or a willingness to address wings either in society or the government. 
The adoration/respect for nature probably goes too far in an unwillingness to admit necessary utilization of creation in s proper stewardship role. 

Women are equally in the rat race with men. 
There was no religious underpinning, so it’s all GDP and doing your bit for the economy. Without God, it’s for nothing. 
I got tired of rice at Every. Single. Meal. 
Everything is extremely tiny. While it helps you really think about your consumption and what you truly need, I enjoy (dare I say need) my elbow room. And with our huge family, it would have been virtually impossible; we’d have taken over entire restaurants and I would have had to mortgage the house twice for the plane tickets, let alone the hotel and food. 

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