Of course, this is a complete fallacy. It is true that the major cities are swarming with men dressed in suits and women in smart frocks, but there are also all those people who flunked their high school entrance exams, or weren't ambitious enough to go to cram school or work seven days a week on their homework. There is a vast army of people in Japan doing the same menial tasks as in Australia, like shop assistants, petrol station attendants, cleaners and the like. If anything, there seems to be a greater proportion of people doing menial tasks in Japan than in Australia. Not only young people, either. Japan, like many Asian countries has flunkeys of all ages - elderly people serving at Macdonald's, or pointing out the shortest queue at banks.
Travelling on subways at night, there were many office workers going home very late, but Ian and Amanda reckon that if they put in a solid eight hours work like in Australia, they wouldn't have to keep such long hours. Also, it seems that many of these men (and even a few women we saw), spend their evenings "entertaining clients" at inner city night spots, which is code for going out and getting pissed with your mates. There were many florists and sweetie shops open until about 10.00 at night, which I reckon are probably so that these "hard workers" can buy something for their wives as they stagger home. The wives, in turn, feel sorry for these guys - having to work such long hours and then get pissed, just to be a good employee.
Another preconception is that all Japanese dress the same, look the same, move in groups and frown on non-conformists. This seems only half true. Japanese don't all dress the same (naturally), but the vast majority are noticeably better dressed and neater than Australians. The women, with only a few exceptions, all wear tastefully applied cosmetics. Many young Japanese dye their hair various shades of red. A slight red tinge perhaps signifies a hint of individuality and a keen sense of fashion. Those with the full bright orange shocker are maybe the real individuals of Japanese society. Beyond this, there are even a few Japanese with blue-dyed hair and studs through their eyebrows. Looking different is principally an occupation of the young. It seems as if the older a Japanese person gets, the more they settle down and conform.
Japan is universally perceived as the most expensive place on earth. When we got back, the most commonly asked question was how we got on with the prices of things. It's not cheap, that's for sure. But we found that there were ways of working around this problem. Here are a few samples of prices we encountered, in Australian Dollars:
So, it wasn't the prices that made Japan difficult. It was the fact that it was so alien. There were really very, very few people we encountered who had more than a few English words at their disposal3. The signs were a bit better. All the railway station names had English subtitles, however we were always lost nonetheless and searching for some hint as to which direction to head in. If it wasn't for Jacqui, I would have been totally sunk. In China she was fairly useless, relying on her parents to read signs for her. Apparently, Chinese has been simplified since she learned it, so she now can't understand much of it. However, the Chinese characters in Japanese script are still the old ones she learned and she could read all sorts of things, especially place names and railway station signs. It would have been infinitely harder to get around Japan without her ability to do this.
One of the funnier things over the whole trip, Bali included, was that everybody treated Jacqui as Japanese. In Bali, she was greeted with "Konichiwa" wherever she went. In Japan, people would try to speak to her in Japanese rather than embarrass themselves with English to me. This caused her to retreat, so it was me who bought the train tickets or asked directions of people. Furthermore, she would not utter even the most basic Japanese word, like "arigato".
One pre-conceived notion which exceeded our expectations was Japanese enthusiasm and service orientation. Australian companies think "service" means "talking about service, without actually giving it". So, we do things like sack all the receptionists bar one, then install a queuing machine so that you sit on the phone to them for about 20 minutes, listening to a microchip version of "Greensleeves" interspersed with advertising messages telling you what great service they are giving you. In Japan, people are actually polite, keen and anxious to help4. Whenever you walk into a shop, restaurant or elevator, you are greeted with cries of "Irashaimase!" - from all the staff. In little cafes, the cooks will not stop or even look up from their work (this would show a lack of application to the task), but they will call out a loud "Irashaimase!" as you walk in. In a shop, it will be the shop assistants. I found this one of the most entertaining aspects of Japan, particularly when they get a bit carried away. Like Elevator Ladies. These robotic young creatures, elegantly dressed and made up, will greet you enthusiastically as you enter their lift, then babble away in this high-pitched squeak all the way to your floor5 then bow lowly as you leave. I am told that you should not acknowledge their presence, but big friendly Andrew could not allow such attention to go unrewarded, without at least a big friendly "arigato" back. I figured that it was the least they deserved and might even serve to brighten slightly their otherwise boring, thankless, footsore day.
The variations in the people between the places we visited were noticeable. The rather busy, stressed out Tokyoites mostly ignored us. Hardly anyone stared at us, even though I stood out a mile6. Once outside Tokyo, however, it all changed. The people of Nikko and Kyoto in particular were very friendly and went out of their way to be helpful. I suspect that if you got even further away from the big cities, the people would be even better.
Maybe Japan was a big tourist destination once, but it seems to me that the number of foreigners on holidays nowadays is small, probably due to the perceived expense and fairly poor marketing on the part of the Japanese. Compared to Japan, the marketing of SA is brilliant! Their tourist information centres in Japan are dingy and their brochures limited. They are staffed by people whose English comprehension is probably very good, if you write it down for them! Their spoken English is poor. Away from the regular tourist trail we followed, information for overseas visitors is worse. Inversely, there is probably more interesting things to see and you probably would be less swamped by school kids.
If you can overcome these hurdles, Japan turns out to be a fascinating country, full of sights offering both beauty and history which are highly accessible due to a superb transport system. We'll be going back for more one day.
2 To be fair, the Peace Museum in Hiroshima was only 50c and was a first rate place to see.
3 and they basically amounted to Mich and the hotel operators!
4 In shops and restaurants, I mean. If you asked them for help on the street, they generally ran a mile!
5 It doesn't matter that you don't understand what the hell they are telling you about!