Chikan….
No not chicken…chikan…
Well yesterday I apoligised for having nothing interesting to write about and then this morning I was touched up on the train (To tell you the truth I would of rathered have a boring day instead of this). I have met with a few weirdos while in Japan, especially on trains, or late at night you might come across a couple of drunk salary men making comments about you but never anything as bold as today. And I have never felt physically worried or scared over anything like this before…
Yamanote-sen is one of the busiest train lines in Tokyo especially early in the morning. Any Aussies out there remember the TV ad where John Eels (I think?) the footballer was seen pushing all those Japanese people onto the train. Well that job actually exists and while you don’t see it every day the train was like that this morning, and when I hopped on at Shinjuku we were all smushed in like sardines. To tell you the truth I am kind of used to that part…
Well a middle aged man, standing quite close to me, kept looking at his watch, and each time would graze my breast. At first I thought it was kind of an accident until he put his hand under my sweater. I looked at him, kind of giving him a death stare but it was impossible to move and I didn’t want to say anything in case it really had just been an accident. Next stop, I try to move away but instead get pushed up against a wall and the guy kind of follows me and then in between that stop and the next one he did it again. I looked at him again and said STOP IT (in japanese) and then by this stage had a little more room so tried to move away a little so that my shoulder was near his chest instead of us facing straight on. Well I honestly thought that would be the end of it but nope…then he groped my bum. By this stage I was so shocked that he had been so bold, especially after I had asked him to stop (One other guy touch my breast once and I grabbed his hand and told him to stop and he ran away and got off the next stop). When this sort of thing happens I have always been told to say “CHIKAN” which mean groper, grab them and pull them off the next stop, because usually there are station hands at almost each train door exit. But I was so shocked I didn’t do any of those things, and then my stop came and he actually had the nerve to grin at me. I felt disgusted. I have heard a lot about this, and I was surprised that I did not act in a different way. I had always thought that if saying stop did not work that I would be the first to yell chikan and cause a scene. But instead I got off my stop and was actually worried that he might of gotten off and followed me…I kind of felt sick….
The girl next to me, saw what was going on, and turned away. I do not know if anybody else noticed.
They are common on busy trains…especially the chou-sen, yamanote-sen and the one that goes to Saitama (saikyo sen?)…usually they are business man in their 50’s dressed in suits and run away or get off as soon as you say something or try to alert somebody else (This is what I have heard, and also talked about with my teachers today) and in recent years there has been an increase in this sort of thing…especially with men touching junior high school and highschool girls who are less likely to say anything.
I hope tomorrow is a normal day in which nothing interesting happens …even if it means my blog is dull!
Any other foreign women living here in Japan have any tips if I am in this situation again?
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