Naked in Japan

I’m doing that crazy I-don’t-know-if-I-should-bow-or-shake-hands thing when being introduced to a Japanese man, so we end up doing both. My American friend is introducing us after bumping into him in the changing room at a public bath. The Japanese man has just arrived, so he’s fully clothed, but I am completely naked, doing the handshake / bowing thing, and nothing about this situation feels weird at all.  You see, living in Japan for three years changed my attitude to nudity. I mean, I had been skinny dipping in the river a few times with my best mate, but other than … Continue reading Naked in Japan