Aircon? Nope. Equipment? Nope. Safety? Nope. Badly cut-out clippings of stumpy men on the walls? Yup. Welcome to my crappy Indonesian gym.
I just renewed my gym membership in Tokyo. It’s expensive. Like proper expensive. Most gyms over here run in the region of ¥10,000 a month (£60). That’s a pretty standard rate. There are cheaper ones to be found, but this one is just down the road from my house and has pretty much everything I want. With winter just around the corner it’s important I have membership, mainly due to the fact that it’s a warm place to go during the dark nights. Japanese houses don’t have central heating. So you know that feeling when you run out of oil or gas back in the UK and have to wear a coat in the house? Well it can pretty much be like that in Tokyo for three months straight. It’s a nightmare. Leaving the heat of your room to go to the toilet becomes a monumental battle against the elements.
Anyway, when I was at the gym the other night I was reminded of one I came across when I was cycling across Lembongan island off the coast of Bali a few months back. It was a ramshackle mess of a place, with a sweaty leathery Australian guy beating the crap out of a punching bag in the front yard. “I live on Lembongan seven months out of the year,” he told me. “I’m one of the few foreigners who actually live here long term.” I asked how much the gym was and he told me he didn’t know. He said he just bought the owner petrol now and again or something ridiculous. I told him I didn’t have any petrol so he said for me to just go in and use it for as long as I wanted. So in I went…
Sounds like you’re enjoying yourself mate 🙂
I can relate to your stories about Japanese winter. It was difficult for me too. I made a list on my blog of all the ways to keep warm during winter in Japan. Long live kotatsu!
This is an awesome post. I lived in Bali for three months up in Medewi. I asked the guy who looked after the house we were staying in to take me to the local gym and it was the same, just the back of someones house. The funniest thing about it was the Indonesian guys sitting, in jeans, smoking and doing bicep curls!
At the least it meant the squat rack was free! 🙂
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