There wasn’t a song we couldn’t find on the list.īy the time eleven rolled around, there were about eight of us from the hostel bar that were ready to take on the Japanese karaoke experience.
You rent out an entire room with your group and for about the price of $35 USD per person, you can enjoy all you can drink of premium liquor and drinks and all you can sing with thousands of titles, all in English. In Japan, there are huge buildings, multiple floors, dedicated to karaoke rooms. Which led to making friends with all of the other travelers in the hostel bar.Īnd I’m not positive who brought it up first (I’m positive it was Chris) but before we knew it, we were all pre-gaming for an epic evening of karaoke at the local DonQuixote! Sake shot overflows into the box Kampai! (empty cup in Japanese) We ordered sake in a box and enjoyed the generous portions that our new friend, Ami, was pouring. With “free” being the most exciting word a long term traveler can hear, we were eager to take advantage of it.
It was our first night in Tokyo and our hostel gave us a free drink ticket to the downstairs bar upon our arrival. He dragged me there a time or two, but I’ve always refused to sing along. In his prime, you could find Chris any night of the week at his favorite, hole in the wall, karaoke bar in Canton, Waltz Inn. It had never appealed to me.īut Chris and I differ greatly on the topic. In fact, I had prided myself in successfully avoiding the traditional karaoke bar scene at all times. The book mentioned Karaoke as being a unique (belligerent) must-do, but I thought nothing of it as I have never been a proponent for karaoke. The extent of our research for the trip was a Japan Guide website and Will Ferguson’s book, “Hitching Rides with Buddha” (which turned out to be extremely entertaining, might I add). Chris and I boarded our flight to Tokyo knowing little about what to expect when we landed in Japan.
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