Beside our hotel is a man made creek. It carries the melting snow from the heavily snowed in town… we’ve seen many men fishing here. This man had just caught two fish when we exchanged greetings for this photo.
The other day due to the slight language barrier, I found myself stranded at the local grocery store. Not only was I completely overwhelmed by the sheer volume of packaged goods (everything is processed and preserved – which actually answered the question Mike and I were asking one another in Tokyo – How exactly does Japan feed it’s people with very little crops growing at the moment?). Preserve everything!
Now that I had the answer to that important question…
I’d forgotten to bring a telephone with me. Eventually I decided I’d try the pay phone. I looked at a few symbols and decided that the one that looked like a car must definitely be the number for a taxi. I listened to the phone ring and suddenly a male voice was speaking to me very quickly in Japanese. I told him in English that I was needing a taxi, and that I was at the supermarket. There was a pause, when he repeated the word “taxi”. Yes, here I thought we were on track… until I looked more closely at the sign.
I had dialled the police.
I think I said sorry about 6x before I hung up the phone. Mike laughed at me later when I told him what I’d done.