I don't have much experience with Japanese cities but during day time they're tidy, well organized, fake-like. At least Osaka is. It doesn't seem to be real, it's like a city build to appear in a movie and its people, all of them polite with meaningless smiles on their faces, seem to be just extras.
The city changes after dusk-fall. It's not clean any more, walking down the pavements you can easily step on food leftovers or trip on an empty can. Then the homeless come out of nowhere taking over squares and benches with public toilets somewhere near by. They're followed by prostitutes - colourful ladies (or gents) on high heels and with blond wigs, patiently waiting for customers on Shinsekai narrow streets, the area said to be most deprived in all Osaka. And this is where me and my university friend whom I met in Osaka decided to go drinking. Highlights of the night was a lady in kimono riding her bike through Shinsekai and a group of obviously too rich and really bored kids in their big white Mercedes van, with hands dangling out of open windows. My friend and I were cycling through the streets, trying not to collide, what is not easy, given the fact that we drank firs sake, than choya, and than sake again. And probably us two had more alcohol yesterday than all of the Shinsekai weirdos.
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Except of drinking, fooling around on our bikes, and scaring to death Osaka's thugs, we also devoted ourselves to art and history, visiting Toyotomi Hideyoshi's castle, yawning at the boring expositions and marvelling at the view from the last floor of this truly magnificent building.
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