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I emerged from the subway station in Ueno with a throbbing headache. Desperate for a nap, I asked around for a cheap hotel. They told me it was nice and cheap, and that was exactly what I needed. I waved goodbye to them and headed inside. Room on the 6th floor of the building was actually a Japanese sleeping capsule. It felt as claustrophobic as a coffin. It had a little hatch with a retractable bamboo curtain on one end where you wiggle your way in and sleep for the night.
It had everything I needed: It was cheap Y , it had a pillow, a thin mattress, and even a small television. With my headache not going away, I decided to take a rest.
At 10PM, I woke up and walked around town in search for a hot bowl of ramen. The streets and alleyways filled with pedestrians earlier were now empty except for a few stragglers. Most of the businesses were already closed, but there were still a few shops open, including a few restaurants serving their last customers. I walked into a tiny ramen bar and headed straight toward a vending machine near the door. I dropped several Y coins for an order of tonkatsu ramen and waited by the counter. For the first time in that trip, I felt satisfied.
On my way back to the hotel, I was hassled by a man holding a clear vinyl umbrella outside the entrance. He approached me with a colorful catalog full of half-naked women. As I headed back to my room, I noticed a lot of nude ads on the walls. There was even a TV guide inside my own capsule with nothing but softcore pay-per-view channels. All the nudity around me made me curious about the place I was in, but I felt too tired to investigate. I put my pillow under my head and went to sleep again.
At around 4 a. I badly needed a shower so I went to the concierge and asked where the shower rooms were. Massage, shower 9th floh. It was yet another offer for a massage. But what kind of massage did they offer? What were they all about? Perhaps 9th floor had special rooms filled with girls bouncing around in skimpy school uniforms. But then again, they could just be old women in boring bleach-white uniforms hiding behind musty curtains.