Club masters...

Being a tall white person in the heart of Osaka is a very strange roll to play; especially if you go out to a club that is packed to the walls with local Japanese youth. We went as a group of two Canadians an Aussie and myself, all atleast 6 feet tall. 

Not only do we stand out amongst the sea of dancers, the locals wanted to take pictures with us. It was a very strange feeling but made for a very fun filled night. I got to see just a little bit deeper into the tangled culture of mingling in Japan. 

As the night progressed, faces became familiar and guards started to drop. With a sense of comfortability, the dancing became a bit more promiscuous and free. Each song sent a lightning bolt of energy through each person that inspired more dancing. By the end of it, we were all wiped and left the club grinning madly.