Karmastic
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ORIGINAL: kalikshama As I learned while stationed in Okinawa, the Japanese have figured this out: Parents' Hour Out: Love Hotels on Okinawa When a couple has children, “alone time” becomes a precious commodity. Whether it’s escaping for an hour or two together for dinner without highchairs and a movie with a higher rating than PG, or getting dressed up in dress blues and gowns or tuxedos for a military ball, we cherish those sacred hours of child-free adult time, few and far between though they may be. But what about the other kind of alone time? The kind that we manage to scrape up here and there on nights when we’re both home and free of obligations, after the kids have been bathed and put to bed for (hopefully) the next ten to twelve hours? You know, that kind. The kind that too often gets interrupted by hungry infants, kids asking for another cup of water, and teens who stay up later than we do. The kind that got us those kids in the first place. It’s issues like these that help promote the “Love Hotel” industry. In Japan, both mainland and here on Okinawa, several generations of families often live under one roof. It’s highly common for couples to visit Love Hotels in order to get some privacy for themselves when they might not otherwise have easy access to it. Which means the pay-by-the-hour rooms that you can get here are a far cry from those in the US. (And far cleaner, too.) This past week your editors and I took it upon ourselves to debunk the mystery of the Love Hotel. In an effort to figure out just how they work we visited not just one but four different establishments in an afternoon. What we found was a little bit of everything: the good, the wacky, the boring, and the ugly. Mostly we learned that not all Love Hotels are created equal, and you truly do get what you pay for. good posts, thanks. i love the idea of love hotels. heck, i've been known to rent a cheap motel room to bang out a session. the danger and seediness is kinda fun. one time me and my honey got approached by some gang banger while walking up to the motel office. he seemed to think that my much younger girlfriend (who happened to be black, i'm white) was a prostitute, and that he was gonna roll us (rob us). I'm sure glad he backed right off as i brushed past him with girlfriend in tow.
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