It seems that all the crazy shit that’s going down in Kobe seems to happen in Nagata ward, where I go for night school once a week, because it seems that every time I’m there something crazy happens. Today I ran into the Japanese beach-going yakuza-punk Santa Claus. Measuring in at about 5’ 4”, with a gleaming bald head and a truly awe inspiring Pai Mei style white beard, he was dressed in a headache inducing red shirt, red shorts and white thongs. I guess it’s just bad PR that’s got us believing that Santa lives up in the frozen Norths and maintains a stable of reindeer when he’s actually shuffling around Kobe muttering in Japanese and flicking spent cigarette butts at passing school kids. I guess I’d better switch the cookies for sake and bolt the doors this year. Ho, ho, hamakaze!

Posted in Japan on Tuesday June 14, 2005.

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