Since I had pretty much decided I wouldn’t be sleeping that night, I woke up as late as I could, around 9:30. It couldn’t be any later than that because the hostel kicks people out of their rooms at 10.

Not sleeping would be better than completely missing the Osaka nightlife. I had been entirely too excited by the lights of Dotombori and Ebisu and thought it too much of a shame to shut my eyes on the electric city. My friend from Portland had seen an organic store in Osaka, called Crayon House, on the internet and gave me the details for it. I’d drop off my book bag in a locker at Shin Osaka, get brunch at the Crayon House, then head over to the Human Rights Museum. I had to be at the Bunraku Theater by 4, which meant I should leave the museum by 3, since it seemed to take an hour to get anywhere in Osaka (factoring in getting lost time). (more…)