Pervert Alert!

After all my whingeing about not having had a "chikan" (aka "railway pervert") experience, I finally got myself one. And let me tell you, it was quite, q.u.i.t.e overrated.

Unlike most chikan experiences, mine didn't happen on a crowded train (ample opportunity for clandestine rubbing and frottaging) but in the train station itself - Ikebukuro station to be exact.

I was casually strolling to my train - the station wasn't packed, but being Ikebukuro station was nevertheless full of people - when I heard a Japanese voice in my right ear. I thought the person must have known me, but I turned, and this 6 foot tall guy (whom I didn't know) was close up on my right side nearly touching me. I tried to move away, and thought I'd lost him but before I knew it, he was on my left side, this time right up against my arse, muttering something in Japanese. It could have been "come on baby, give it to me" for all I knew, but I elbowed him out of the way and power-walked in the opposite direction as fast as my little legs could carry me.

I'd always thought the "chikan" experience was like an initiation rite for the OK-looking foreign woman. And yes, I did wonder why no Japanese male had thought to frot me in a crowded place... but, now I consider myself initiated, am glad it was pretty harmless and deem myself a soddingly stupid woman for whingeing about not getting one in the first place...