When I was stationed in Iwakuni, I had a buddy who worked in the station weather office. Whenever he got notice that a typhoon was headed our way, he'd call my roomate and I to pick up his share of the startup capital. We'd then proceed to buy up as much booze, tobacco, porn, cards, etc. that the three of us could afford and stash it in our barracks rooms. Then, when the powers that be locked us up inside for three days while the storm blew through, we'd...uh...SHARE our stockpile with the other Marines in the barracks. For a small fee, that is.
Second time I was in Japan, another typhoon blew through, and spent the entire two days drinking (VERY heavily) with the JMSDF Admiral in charge of their OCS. I'm suprised that I'm not permanently blind from the nasty homemade hooch he served us. Ain't no sake like homemade sake, that's for sure.