Skip to main content

People of Osaka

Leaving pleasant memories behind in Osaka I felt refreshed in knowing that there’re still Japanese who love being Japanese everyday; the ones who love Japanese sake(nihonshu), and who can also appreciate some Western influences, but while at the same time not get carried away with the obsession of being too Westernized for their own good.
I too may come off as obsessed, but believe me, I’ll take a greasy chili cheeseburger and American pizza over sushi any day. I also revere the history of the American forefathers too, because I know that no nation is perfect. Japan is not perfect, but it’s pretty damn close.
I can still remember horror stories about people in Osaka from Tokyoites and Hamakos (Yokohama born people).

(“Back when Kyoto was the capital people used to look down on Osaka people. Osaka people are loud and rude. Osaka people have no manners. Osaka people are poor”).

I used to here stuff like this from Japanese in Kanagawa and “Tokyo to until finally I went there, to Osaka, myself. Never have I met such real Japanese people in my life. People who are so down to earth and natural, were the thoughts that went through my head. I was not only impressed at how well they balanced Western influence, but at how well they maintained the essence of the soul of Japan through music, fashion, and even hospitality. I was treated royally.

Some of the most fantastic people I’ve met in my life are from Osaka. Miss. Fuji was the first, and then my good friend (しょうふくてい つるべ),Tsurube, well-known Japanese comedian whom I still keep in touch with to this day. I’ve got a few other buddies I hang out with( top secret husband and wife couple if you know what I mean).
And then there’re the ordinary citizens of Osaka who wake up and go about their business everyday, like this guy chatting away on his handy phone. I wonder if he noticed the girl to his left.
osaka (243)
osaka (258)
Some are husbands and fathers, mothers and lovers.
osaka (264)
I love ordinary everyday Japanese people. Just walking around I could feel so much energy down there.
I remember sitting in my hotel room in Osaka watching the telly. I never saw so many nihonshu commercials per channel, it was great. I rarely see such t.v. commercials in Kanagawa. I can’t even remember the last time one was aired.
osaka (241)
And then there’s this guy. Maybe he was a visitor just like me, but nobody paid him any attention. I guess maybe he was stone facing everybody.

I can’t forget to comment on the outstanding taxi service in Osaka either – the best! I must’ve hailed several taxis the couple of days I was there.

I remember walking around after midnight looking for this restaurant I had found on the net a few days ago. A taxi driver got out of his car, walked over and help point me to Tenpei.
For those coming to Tokyo or Kanagawa, don’t ride in the taxis. They are the worst: rude, suspicious, and not courteous. Sometimes they even feign ignorance on familiar landmarks and buildings, or even drop you off in inconveniently located places.

And then we have the Glico man with his arms out stretched. You haven’t seen Osaka until you have taken a picture of this giant neon sign of a man running. And then, you have the first foreign deity in Japan. The Billiken
osaka (255)
The story behind this dwarf Billiken is very interesting. It was banned during WW2, then brought back.

Osaka also has some really cool trains. The Rapiito Line ラピート. Which is equivalent to the Narita Express in Kanto. Here’s another fantastic link in English.
train rapido
And then , how can I forget the ワンマンカー or, “one man car.” A nice little red and white local trolley with a long long history in Osaka.
How could I also forget my favorite type of eye candy to my left, too. Jukujo.
I’m also reminded at how things look from the top of the city
osaka sepia
The people of Osaka gave me something to look forward to in June. What will I get myself into next time I’m down there? Maybe I’ll go deeper in Osaka. I don’t know.
In conclusion, I must offer some food for thought to the reader. People are people. However, in Osaka people are the living manifestation of their will to live life to the fullest. They can be who they want to be, but they always know what it means to be just plain and simply a Japanese. Sometimes I wonder whether or not Osaka was the original capital…?
Kanto what on earth ever happened to your soul?


  1. Excellent write up and you've got some great pictures here too.

  2. Thanks Sixmats,

    Thank you again.

  3. enjoyed your posting!
    so do you speak japanese at all?

  4. The only part I don't agree in your post if about the rudeness of Kantou taxi drivers, which I never experienced in almsot 4 years in the area.
    But all the rest made me nostalgic of Kansai, especially Osaka, where I met supernice people too, in an atmosphere hard to find in Tokyo (or maybe in really shitamachi area, let's say Nippori or Asakusa, or maybe around Nakano...).

    Great post!

  5. Hi HK,

    Thanks for the comment. I can mumble a few Japanese words. U?


    Thanks for the comment. Maybe I was a little too subjective there about the taxi drivers in Kantou. For me, rude is when a taxi driver talks your ears off and drops you off at an inconvenient spot.

    This morning's taxi ride was pleasant though.

  6. Hey nice blog...Your pictures are excellent..what type of camera do you have??

    I was just in Osaka 4 weeks ago

  7. Thank you Davay. I shoot with a Canon 40D. I am headed down that way again this weekend.

  8. If you ask me where do I want to live, China and Japan would be my first choices. Looking at your post, it just reinforced it!

  9. Marina,

    Japan would be a better choice. Thanks for stopping by.


Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Shin-Okubo: Little Korea

So I finally got around to going up there to Shin-Okubo,  the land of Seoul via the Yamanote Line.  Been putting this trip off for years for personal reasons;  I am not a fan of Hanlleyu.      I knew why I came up this way, and for none other reason than the food, and maybe to bask in the nausea of Korean romanticist who steal Japanese Jukujo's souls.    But honestly, I like spicy food and stews and pickled vegetables that challenge my taste buds.    I also love the little funky cafes that line the main thoroughfares and alley ways, each with their own little eclectic menus and interior decor.     This place is Korea.  

Shin-Okuba represents more than just a place to relish in Korean culinary delights and K-pop culture, but a place where Koreans can express themselves through their culture.    You can feel the local vibe in the air as you're walking down narrow walkways and footpaths.    I have personally been to mainland Korea six times, so a lot of the nostalgia was there …

August: The Return of Souls

August is peak summer season in Japan.  We can look forward to some of the most spectacular fireworks displays and festivals in the world, especially  in places like Tohoku and Kanto regions.  August is also  the most contentious month of the year in Japan; with the end of the war and war-related guilt.    Then there's the great exodus back home for millions of Japanese.   Obon season is what it's called in Japan, and it's  where families return to their hometowns to remember their ancestors and to spend time with loved ones.  Gravestones are visited, cleaned, and washed; rice or alcohol is often placed on  miniature altars next to a  headstone.  This is a way for Japanese to reconnect with their roots; a way for them to stay grounded and founded in the ways of tradition and cultural protocol.   

For the foreign tourist, some places will be overcrowded and expensive to reach; for Japanese, this is normal and can't be helped.   Wherever you go there will be lines and h…

For the Glory of Sake

For the Glory of Sake

Couldn't help but notice the snarky remark the Japanese guy made sitting next to me on my left.  " like Japanese sake.   This is a Japanese drink.  I like I like" he chided in Japanese English.  He attempted to rest his hand on my balls, but I slapped it away.  "No shit, then why are you drinking two fingers Jack-n-Coke" I retorted.   
I was requested to come and have a sit and drink lesson by the owner of the bar, who in turn introduced me to this drunk S.O.B.  And for a nominal fee I had to grit and bear the sickness of sitting next to a stinky salary man with a Black penis fetish for several hours while appearing like I was having the time of my life.  I didn't want to ruin it for my Jukujo matron and patron, so I behaved.  
I haven't been to a Japanese shrine in a while, but whenever I go I always pray and thank the Gods for the Japanese Jukujo.  I thank them for delivering me from the scourge of silly little she-men w…