Keihan
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Bit further from Tokyo but well worth it.
Sukayu near Hakkoda in Aomori
If you like hiking this is a great spot to soak after a loop from the Hakkoda Ropeway acrossthe mountains (about 5-6 hours hike).
Don't get any in your eyes as it is quite acidic.
Mid Oct and the fall colors will be amazing.
Dude, did buddy fuck your sister, or something??? Why would you send him to his demise in such a manner???
OP, I have been to that Hell on Earth known as Aomori, and have made the pilgrimage to that abomination known as Sukayu. Do not be fooled into following in such footsteps. Heed this warning.
During a chilly November some years back, shortly after the general elections in America had wrapped up, I gifted myself the usual post-election Japan trip as a reward for being a loyal GOP campaign stooge and flew into Tokyo. The Hakodate Line had just recently opened, so after having a friendly Korean lady scrub the stink of politics off me and letting me blow a load on the back of her thighs, I shot up to Hakodate for a couple of very pleasant nights stuffing my face with Sapporo Only beer and king crab. I had also resumed years-old research into the elusive "konyoku," a fabled fantasy land I'd never experienced during my years living in Japan so I decided to check it off my list once and for all.
Sukayu is one of the most famous konyoku in Japan, and its website even features an enticing picture of a huge mixed bath filled with young and old, all naked, including a few fat, homely white women in the front row (probably JET teachers) smiling and naively unaware that the men behind them are probably masturbating. Well, that was all the bait I needed. I hopped back on the JR with my JR Rail Pass and headed south again with a ticket punched for Aomori Station. The second I stepped off the train I should've known better and kept moving back toward Tokyo, but ever the optimist I pushed forth. Keep in mind a few things:
1) Aomori is the most boring, blandest shithole I've ever encountered in all of Japan, and I was DOWNTOWN, too.
2) Aomori is bitterly, painfully cold. I'm a person who loves winter, loves to sit bareass naked in any Hokkaido rotenburo, but the piercing, shrill cold of Aomori just destroyed me. More on that later.
3) The women in Aomori are the most unattractive, homely women I've ever encountered in Japan.
But still, I wanted my nude bath with some naked fat ginger bitches and a few chubby Japanese housewives, so I pushed forth. There's a bus at Aomori Station that takes you directly to Sukayu. I boarded that bus, taking notice that I was the only dumb fuck on the entire bus. Still, I found a seat. Second warning ignored. An hour or so wait and the bus departed.
From what I recall, the ride was about an hour and a half, so that's about 90 minutes of staring out the window at a winter scene so fucking depressing I wanted to kick my own ass for not buying a bag full of Asahi tallboys at the station. My reasoning had been that I wanted to stay at least somewhat sober, of course, in case any of those fat ginger bitches in the bath want to fuck after seeing all three of my glorious inches violently parting the onsen water.
Finally, after a boring ass ride up the mountain in the middle of nowhere, the bus stops and the driver kicks me off, pointing to this ancient brown wooden building. I hop off the bus and begin the trek across the parking lot, a couple of inches of snow on the ground, being extra careful as I hadn't walked through snow in many years. I notice the parking lot is nearly deserted but for a couple of cars, and a half-dozen senior citizens--and ONLY a half dozen senior citizens--hobbling toward the main entrance. Third warning ignored, as I followed them in.
I store my boots, pay, then rush into the locker room, eager to hop into the bath with those fat gingers and horny housewives. The locker room is some ancient, decrepit mess but I don't care. Get naked, grab my small towel and eagerly exit the male entrance to the bath (there are separate entrances), through the door and out into a dark abyss.
Instantly, the foul stench of sulfur infiltrates my nostrils. But I've smelled worse things and was far too excited to find those naked fat gingers and horny housewives, so I ventured forth down the ramp and into the darkness. And it is DARK in there. And because there is also zero ventilation in the bath, the entire room is also powerfully humid with a dense fog making it nearly impossible to see more than 10 or 15 yards in front of you. What that meant is that even when I was finally able to hop in the pathetically lukewarm main bath in search of those JET teachers, I couldn't even see the other side of the bath, where supposedly the women exited into.
But I could hear them. Probably four or five of them. And they sounded not a day younger than 85. Cackling, nattering on about who knows what. Unwilling to accept defeat, a waded over toward the women's side squinting through the fog, and soon enough I was able to ascertain exactly what my ears had promised me: a group of women who probably had full bushes of pubic hair while they cheered on the invasion of Manchuria. And not a single other soul in the bath. And then reality came rushing in to remind me that 1) the locker rooms were empty, 2) the lobby was nearly empty) and 3) the parking lot was empty and it was already afternoon--there were no fat ginger JET teachers and horny housewives disrobing in the locker room and soon to arrive to oogle my magnificent manhood and follow me back to the hotel.
Defeated and disgusted, I climbed out of the bath and went to rinse off. What I then discovered is that all of the water piped into the room, whether in the main bath, smaller baths or fountain, is all from same sulfur-rich spring, and that means no matter what you do, you're covered with a very thin, oily layer of shit that smells like a mixture of rotten eggs and farts. For the rest of the day. I put on my clothes, went back out into the lobby and angrily perused the bus schedule, wanting to get the fuck out of there ASAP. That's when I made the equally pleasant discovery that the bus only comes every few hours or so, and since my bath adventure had taken no more than 15 minutes, I was now stuck there for a couple of hours. The only saving grace was that the was a vending machine with beer in the lobby, so pumped in some coins and began drinking angrily. And right about that time, the hotties I'd just bathed with came out of the locker room and joined me near the tv, where we all sat and watched some shithole variety program for the next hour as I got drunker and angrier and drunker and sadder. I don't remember getting back on the bus to go back to Aomori Station but I obviously made it back somehow as I was on the first Shinkansen out of there in the morning.
Footnote: There was this dumb bitch sitting near me on the Hayabusa headed to Hakodate who was wet-coughing up a storm and obviously had some sort of viral upper-respiratory infection. Even though she had been wearing the usual cheap conbini mask she obviously shared that infection with those around her, so combined with the bitter cold of Aomori fucking with my immune system, by the time I'd headed back south and arrived in Osaka a few days later I began hacking up all sorts of interesting materials, including blood. Thankfully, it never developed into a full-blown plague and I was able to comfortably make it to KIX and fly home, vowing to never again return to Aomori. And I never have.
DO NOT GO TO SUKAYU.
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