
My son, Jeff, and I just returned from a ten-day adventure trip to Japan. And I have to tell you, it had a profound impact on me.
As we boarded our plane for the big trip, the country we were leaving behind was mired in discontent as we Americans struggle to pull ourselves out of the ugly messes we have gotten ourselves into: rampant crime, dysfunctional schools, hordes of unassimilated immigrants, government corruption. The country that greeted us at the other end was starkly, palpably different.
We immediately saw that Japan is clean. And safe. And modern. And efficient. Everything just WORKS, from the incredible transportation system to the amazing array of delicious foods in the convenience stores.
Tokyo is the third-largest city in the world with an estimated current population of 33 million. Japan’s land mass is roughly the size of my original home state of Montana, but its population density is 123 times greater.
Tokyo is Sardine City, a point not lost when boarding trains. Shortly after our arrival we caught one of the more popular commuter trains at rush hour. We got through the car doors, and people kept entering behind us. And entering. And entering! When there was no more room, the riders outside turned their backs to us and pushed with their butts until there was enough compression to get the doors closed!
Jeff and I laughed out loud, even though loud talk is never heard on a Japanese train, as that would be impolite. I told him I thought I might have had sex with the young lady in front of me. This kind of “compression” is acceptable at rush hour, even by a people whose nature is to not touch others, or offend in any way. After that, we graded train rides by “low density”, “high density”, and “compression!”
But the trains are on time, work perfectly, and are organized, fast, safe, clean and efficient. In Tokyo, you get where you need to go in mere minutes and distance is not an issue. Passengers don’t bother with tickets – the ultra-computerized system runs on prepaid unlimited passes or “IC” (currency) cards. On arrival or departure at a station, riders quickly scan their cards at the turnstile and the fare is deducted from the prepaid balance.
Did I say efficient? Japan is a place where there is no wasted time, space, or effort. That makes most costs lower than they are here. Hotel rooms are small, but well thought-out and every comfort is attended to, right down to the automated six-button toilets.
Now on to the very best part of Japan: the people and their amazing culture.
Jeff is totally blind, but he is a good white cane traveler. He takes my arm and we motor around at a good clip. Even though he is as able to stand on a train as well as anybody, every time we boarded Jeff was offered a seat by a thoughtful rider. He was welcomed and cared for and loved on with sincerity and dignity everywhere we went.
There is virtually no crime in Japan. One can walk the streets anywhere at any time of day or night and not feel an ounce of concern. Bicycles are parked all over, unlocked, with the knowledge that yours will still be there after work or shopping. I could stop and talk with anybody on the street, from a laborer to a businessman to a grandmother, and each was as gracious and friendly and patient as you could imagine. There is some language barrier, but they patiently try to communicate and especially to be helpful. Younger Japanese are immersed in American pop culture so their English skills are pretty good, but no worries – we all have translators built into our phones.
The Japanese people also have tremendous work ethic and attention to quality. Every person at every job, from menial to high-tech, goes at their work with a passion to do their absolute best.
Japanese culture is built on respect. We were surprised and pleased at the formalities at the end of a pro basketball game we attended. The fans all remained in their seats after the game. The visiting team lined up across the court, faced the audience on one side, graciously bowed, waved, and expressed their thanks. Then they turned 90 degrees to thank the crowd on that side. And turned again. And again. The crowd showed their respect for the visiting players. Then the same routine was performed by the home team, with additional speeches. Can you imagine two NBA teams in a heated game where no one ever swears, questions a call, or leaves a player on the floor when he falls, whether it’s his teammate or opponent?
I came back from our adventure amazed at how happy, calm, industrious, and kind our hosts were. My curiosity about that was somewhat resolved when I stumbled into a video about the “eight tiny habits” that are infused into Japanese culture.
Now, I’m not naive enough to think that Japan is Nirvana. Their controlled, low-key approach to life might get kind of boring after a while. I mean, how many Hello Kitty commercials can you take? I have heard about a sleazy side of Japanese culture, but it wasn’t evident. We did get a kick out of the huge Godzilla outside our hotel room.
On returning, I realized I wouldn’t trade my acres of land, my chickens and dogs, my tractor, or my church for anything. But ten days in Japan is just pretty damn nice.
Tom Balek – Rockin’ On the Right Side

Oh no, they say he’s got to go
Go go Godzilla! yeah
Oh no, there goes Tokyo
Go go Godzilla! yeah
GODZILLA – Blue Oyster Cult










