I read an article the other day where the Japanese tourism minister wants to increase the number of English-speaking people who come to Japan. Here's a thought - throw us a bone!
I know that incorporating English will destroy their culture, but once you get out of Tokyo (and not all that far out of Tokyo), you're not even giving Romaji to work with - it's all Hiragana or Katakana.
I was convinced that I was on the right train and despite everyone getting off, I still had three stops to go. Determination won out! I stayed on the train, ended up at the terminal station where the driver walked through the train, talked to me in Japanese (I'm sure it was a polite version of "you dumb-ass Ausmerican jerk, that was the last stop and now I will take you to the robot-factory where you will be turned into an electronic slave"), and then drove the train back to Tokyo.
I also love this pic on the trains which is supposed to indicate the guy sitting down is an a-hole for taking up too much space, but really it's a warning to all those superheroes with electricity or fire emanating from their bodies, right?
I've seen people do this on BART, and have seen other people do a little more than give them disapproving sideways looks.
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