Most adventurous, bath-loving foreigners in Japan have a few stories of embarrassing, sometimes ignorant, blunders while naked in a Japanese onsen. A visiting friend from the United Kingdom made a faux pas that shocked many hotel guests and hotel staff. He became a naked wandering foreigner.
The comfortable outdoor bath of the
Senami View Hotel sits at the base of the rear of the building, which faces the beach. Sitting in the clear, heated mineral water, one has first-row seating at the ever changing dancing of three powerful partners: sun, sky, and sea. A fence on each side of a green lawn provides privacy, and as long as one stays close to the bath, no one in the hotel or on the beach below a gently sloping hill can see you in your natural unadorned state. Both of us were lulled into the nonthinking bliss of a good hot spring.
My friend, in his nakedness, decided to wander over to the trees at the edge of the lawn and sand for a closer view of the beach. He was unaware that he was visible to everyone looking out the windows of the hotel rooms and main lounge. At that time, I was lost in the meditative release that soaking in a great bath brings to me. After a few minutes, I decided, though, to join him, but as I stepped away from the bath and towards the sea, I noticed viewers in the windows above and quickly ran like a duck back to the privacy of the bath. When we later left the hotel, my friend was sure that people in the lounge were smiling at him in a strange manner. If you visit hundreds of baths, as I have, you are bound to have some interesting, sometimes shocking, experiences. To read about some of my best and worse experiences with Japanese onsens, click this
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Entrance to the simple indoor and outdoor baths of this pleasant hotel cost just 540 yen. The Senami View Hotel is not as famous as some of the other Japanese hotels and ryokan in Senami Onsen, Murakami, so if you go in the mid-afternoon, you may find yourself with the baths to yourself. Situated along the coast and facing the west, the bath allows views of spectacular sunsets when the sky is clear. The Senami View Hotel is not among the best hotels in Niigata, but it gives value for its money. Murakami has a wide variety of
luxurious hot springs,
foot baths, and
hotels and you should try them all! Perhaps, the
strangest hot spring in Niigata Prefecture is down the coast between Murakami and Niigata City.
Most Disturbing Hot Spring Experience (Sexual Harassment)
Sexual
harassment is a terrible experience for anyone to undergo, and it
happened to me at a hot spring. It had been a wonderful day of hiking
and experiencing nature in Northern Japan during autumn when the
mountain foliage turns the colors of fire. At the end of the day, my
wife and I went into a hotel with separate hot spring baths. She went to
the women’s bathing area and I to the men’s.
I was sitting alone
on the wooden deck of the outside section. My back was leaning against
the outside surface of a gyumonburo, which is a small round tub for just
one person, when a young boy of approximately thirteen years old walked
in my direction, smiled at me, and climbed into the bath that I was
leaning against. His behavior struck me as odd.
Men in hot
springs often sit close together, but that is when there is not open
free space. Otherwise, it is a violation of personal body space. I
decided to move to the other outside bath that was shaped like a
rectangle. The boy immediately joined me on the other side, so that we
were facing each other. He was staring at me, which children living in
the countryside sometimes do to foreigners. I decided to close my eyes
and concentrate on the hot water.
Shortly afterwards, I opened
my eyes. He was touching himself. I saw the head of his penis protruding
above the surface of the water like a periscope or an image of Nessie,
the Loch Ness monster. He smiled at me. I thought about shouting, but
thought again. I am a fiftyish foreigner. He was a young Japanese boy in
his home country. If there was a problem, he could say that I was
bothering him. Most people would believe him, and my Japanese wasn’t
good enough to convince people otherwise.
I fled into the
washing area, and the boy, with his flag still raised, followed. Several
people were there, but no one said anything even though missing the
boy’s excited state was impossible to miss. The boy sat near me again
and started soaping himself. I left and settled into another bath. He
would, I thought, get the message and stay away. When the boy sat near
me once more, I rushed to the dressing room, dressed quickly, and
exited.
While waiting for my wife, I reflected on my feelings.
Although, I hadn’t been touched, I felt violated. I had felt powerless,
too, because I feared that no one would believe me. The boy, most
likely, was emotionally disturbed, but believing that didn’t make me
feel better. I remembered the story of a female friend who caught a man
who had climbed a fence to stare into the women’s bath. Another woman
had told me about a man exposing himself to her on a train. The one
positive result of this incident was that I now better understand the
feelings of women who, in general, are more often sexually harassed than
men. - See more at:
http://www.expatsblog.com/contests/304/the-seven-best-and-the-worst-experiences-of-a-hot-spring-addict-in-japan#sthash.KTHd2Kdw.dpuf
Most Disturbing Hot Spring Experience (Sexual Harassment)
Sexual
harassment is a terrible experience for anyone to undergo, and it
happened to me at a hot spring. It had been a wonderful day of hiking
and experiencing nature in Northern Japan during autumn when the
mountain foliage turns the colors of fire. At the end of the day, my
wife and I went into a hotel with separate hot spring baths. She went to
the women’s bathing area and I to the men’s.
I was sitting alone
on the wooden deck of the outside section. My back was leaning against
the outside surface of a gyumonburo, which is a small round tub for just
one person, when a young boy of approximately thirteen years old walked
in my direction, smiled at me, and climbed into the bath that I was
leaning against. His behavior struck me as odd.
Men in hot
springs often sit close together, but that is when there is not open
free space. Otherwise, it is a violation of personal body space. I
decided to move to the other outside bath that was shaped like a
rectangle. The boy immediately joined me on the other side, so that we
were facing each other. He was staring at me, which children living in
the countryside sometimes do to foreigners. I decided to close my eyes
and concentrate on the hot water.
Shortly afterwards, I opened
my eyes. He was touching himself. I saw the head of his penis protruding
above the surface of the water like a periscope or an image of Nessie,
the Loch Ness monster. He smiled at me. I thought about shouting, but
thought again. I am a fiftyish foreigner. He was a young Japanese boy in
his home country. If there was a problem, he could say that I was
bothering him. Most people would believe him, and my Japanese wasn’t
good enough to convince people otherwise.
I fled into the
washing area, and the boy, with his flag still raised, followed. Several
people were there, but no one said anything even though missing the
boy’s excited state was impossible to miss. The boy sat near me again
and started soaping himself. I left and settled into another bath. He
would, I thought, get the message and stay away. When the boy sat near
me once more, I rushed to the dressing room, dressed quickly, and
exited.
While waiting for my wife, I reflected on my feelings.
Although, I hadn’t been touched, I felt violated. I had felt powerless,
too, because I feared that no one would believe me. The boy, most
likely, was emotionally disturbed, but believing that didn’t make me
feel better. I remembered the story of a female friend who caught a man
who had climbed a fence to stare into the women’s bath. Another woman
had told me about a man exposing himself to her on a train. The one
positive result of this incident was that I now better understand the
feelings of women who, in general, are more often sexually harassed than
men. - See more at:
http://www.expatsblog.com/contests/304/the-seven-best-and-the-worst-experiences-of-a-hot-spring-addict-in-japan#sthash.KTHd2Kdw.dpuf
Most Disturbing Hot Spring Experience (Sexual Harassment)
Sexual
harassment is a terrible experience for anyone to undergo, and it
happened to me at a hot spring. It had been a wonderful day of hiking
and experiencing nature in Northern Japan during autumn when the
mountain foliage turns the colors of fire. At the end of the day, my
wife and I went into a hotel with separate hot spring baths. She went to
the women’s bathing area and I to the men’s.
I was sitting alone
on the wooden deck of the outside section. My back was leaning against
the outside surface of a gyumonburo, which is a small round tub for just
one person, when a young boy of approximately thirteen years old walked
in my direction, smiled at me, and climbed into the bath that I was
leaning against. His behavior struck me as odd.
Men in hot
springs often sit close together, but that is when there is not open
free space. Otherwise, it is a violation of personal body space. I
decided to move to the other outside bath that was shaped like a
rectangle. The boy immediately joined me on the other side, so that we
were facing each other. He was staring at me, which children living in
the countryside sometimes do to foreigners. I decided to close my eyes
and concentrate on the hot water.
Shortly afterwards, I opened
my eyes. He was touching himself. I saw the head of his penis protruding
above the surface of the water like a periscope or an image of Nessie,
the Loch Ness monster. He smiled at me. I thought about shouting, but
thought again. I am a fiftyish foreigner. He was a young Japanese boy in
his home country. If there was a problem, he could say that I was
bothering him. Most people would believe him, and my Japanese wasn’t
good enough to convince people otherwise.
I fled into the
washing area, and the boy, with his flag still raised, followed. Several
people were there, but no one said anything even though missing the
boy’s excited state was impossible to miss. The boy sat near me again
and started soaping himself. I left and settled into another bath. He
would, I thought, get the message and stay away. When the boy sat near
me once more, I rushed to the dressing room, dressed quickly, and
exited.
While waiting for my wife, I reflected on my feelings.
Although, I hadn’t been touched, I felt violated. I had felt powerless,
too, because I feared that no one would believe me. The boy, most
likely, was emotionally disturbed, but believing that didn’t make me
feel better. I remembered the story of a female friend who caught a man
who had climbed a fence to stare into the women’s bath. Another woman
had told me about a man exposing himself to her on a train. The one
positive result of this incident was that I now better understand the
feelings of women who, in general, are more often sexually harassed than
men. - See more at:
http://www.expatsblog.com/contests/304/the-seven-best-and-the-worst-experiences-of-a-hot-spring-addict-in-japan#sthash.KTHd2Kdw.dpuf