Monday, August 29, 2011

5 Things That Are Awesome and Kind of Weird In Japan


Alright folks, I know it has been a couple of months, but I have been busy busy.
I am not going to pretend I understand really anything about the culture here or that I have learned much Japanese, but there have been a few wonderfully strange moments in the last couple of months that make this adventure worth while.
1) Super-Hero Loving Japanese Gate Guards
The Japanese people are the most respectful and kind people I have yet to meet in my life. They also take their jobs very seriously, so when something unexpected happens it is quite entertaining. Every day when I go to work, I need to show my ID at the gate to get into the base where I work. Japanese Gate Guards are employed at many of these gates. Typically, the interaction is very quick, very professional, and without a lot of emotion. That was, until, I purchased Batman seat covers for Stinky Pete (my beater of a jeep-type car that I absolutely adore despite his strange odor). A few days after buying my batman seat covers, I entered the gate prepared for my usual 20 second interaction of flashing my ID to an expressionless gate guard who thanks me and waves me through. However, one day it was different. As I pulled up to the gate, the gate guard looked in through my windows with his jaw dropped and he literally ran up to the window and exclaimed, "You like the Batman?!" and then after a long pause, he eclaimed in a deep voice, " Me...same!". Then he lifted his arms and flexed his muscles. It was....glorious.
2) Japanese People Sing in Their Cars (just like us) but Sometimes They Do a Little Extra.
This is actually not my own personal encounter, but a friend's. She was driving in her car and looked over to see a woman of around 80 years old singing to her stereo. The woman then reached over and picked up something off the seat and started playing a tamborine as she sang along to whatever music she was listening to.
3) Japanese People Love to Take Pictures.
Ok, so I know this is sort of a stereotype and usually it is me who is taking pictures of mundane things like a sign or a snail, but upon traveling to Tokyo for a one day exploration trip, I met the most stereotypical Japanese photography enthusiast ever. A fanny pack wearing, camera strapped around his neck, white sock and sneaker wearning nerd (thing a character from a John Hughes film) came up to my co-worker and I and asked to take our picture since we were "dressed nice". He then proceeded to make us do at least 20 poses, such as faces together, standing close, and the finally of making us look over our shoulders at him. Each time saying, "ok. maybe just one more".
4) There is no NO in Japan.
At home, maybe typically means maybe. Here is means something entirely different. Japanese rarely say NO to you even if your request is impossible. If you try to make a flight arrangement and there is no plane that actually goes to the location you desire, a Japanese person will not say, "The plane does not go there". Instead, you will get an answer such as, "Maybe, you would like to take the train.". Or if you want to order something on the menu such as Shrimp and they are out of it, you might get an answer like, "Maybe today you want to the chicken". This was very confusing at first. However, It is kind of nice, never to be told NO.
5) There are Very Large Bugs Here and Catching Them is Considered Fun.
Driving to work in the morning, I see dozens of Japanese school children in their school-yards wearing their uniforms and armed with gigantic nets. Where as many Americans, such as myself, have no desire to see a fist sized beetle or a Cicada the size of a small dog, you can actually buy pet bugs here in the store and for the Japanese it is fun to catch singing Cicadas and keep them in a cage. It is also, apparently fun, if you are an old Japanese man to chase an American around the park laughing while holding a really loud Cicada while the American screams in terror.
So what sort of awesome and weird things are happening in the states?

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Typhoonin' in Okinawa

Two nights ago, I experienced my very first Typhoon! Her name was Songda. She snuck in at night and was obnoxiously loud and made a mess of things--sort of like when your roommate brings home an extremely intoxicated woman from a bar. You hear her in the night slamming doors, knocking things around and you try to muffle the sounds of her high pitched annoying wail that penetrates the walls. The next morning when all is quiet and back to normal again, you walk outside your front door and you find yourself asking things like, "why is part of the roof on the lawn?". The answer to this question is simple: Songda is a crazy bee-otch*.

A typhoon, for those of you who do not know, is the same thing as a hurricane only it occurs of the West Pacific Ocean**. You may also call it a tropical cyclone, if you want people to think you are a know-it-all.

The arrival of Songda kicked off Typhoon season in Okinawa. This means for the next two to three months of my life, I will get continuously listen to people arguing over what TCCOR* level we are in, what that means we should be doing, and I will be trapped like a prisoner for possibly days on end in my house with nothing but the cockroaches to keep me company.

The first thing they tell you to do when you get here at newcomer's briefing is to put together a "typhoon kit". A typhoon kit should consist of the following:

*4 day supply of food and water
*bottled water, canned foods, and other non-perishables
*hammer, nails, and wood for quick repairs
*blankets, tarps, plastic, heavy cardboard, and water proof tape to cover broken windows
*mops and towels to absorb leaks
*flashlights with extra batteries, candles, matches, and a water proof lighter
*battery-operated portable radio with extra batteries
*ample supply of food for pets
*charcoal
*first aid kit

As I am still living in the West Pac Lodge, I figured the hotel could take care of all of the life threatening stuff, so this was my original Typhoon Kit Shopping List:

*bottled water
*chocolate
*gourmet cheeses
*crackers
*wine
*wine opener
*hairspray
*diet pepsi
*oatmeal
*ravioli
*puccas****

You will notice that not only is there not one vegetable on my list, but, more importantly, that other than water I do not have any of the recommended items for a typhoon on my list. Once I was at the store and I could see all of the people filling their carts with enough food for three years, I modified my list a bit. I ended up not getting the wine or the wine opener because drinking alone in a hotel room does not sound like any fun at all even if I was going to get sucked up by a typhoon. I did end up getting two cans of soup--just in case.

I have to admit, I was a bit thrilled about my first Typhoon. On Friday, after work, I drove to my hotel and waited. The typhoon was supposed to be a super typhoon, what that means I have no idea, but it sounded really exciting. The chart showed it as a category four and I waited and waited. I woke up on Saturday and it was nice outside and there was no sign of a typhoon and I was bored out of my mind! I called a friend here to see if we were allowed to go outside. She too was bored, and since it was not TCCOR1c (hide in your houses and wait for imminent doom), we went to Exchange***** and I bought a movie (the Rite), a book (Lies that Chelsea Handler Told Me), and some stuff to spray in my shoes so they don't smell. We then had a lovely lunch at Subway and headed back to wait some more............................ 6 hours later, something finally started happening!

Around 9PM, the wind picked up, the lightning illuminated the sky like a war zone, and power started going out in various spots on the island. My power never went out which was fortunate because all of my typhoon food and entertainment needed electricity to cook, cool, light, or run it. I fell asleep around 11pm and that is when Songda got nasty. Throughout the night, I just wanted her to shut-up. When I woke up in the morning all was calm. Yes, you could tell that that wild girl had swept through this island in a rage in the night leaving trees broken all over the place, bending the traffic lights so they were all turned diagonally, covering cars in dirt, tree particles, and trash and violently carrying dogs, cats, and bats in directions against their will but other than that everything had resumed to normal--people went back to work, the stores opened back up, and island life goes on.

Before I move into my Sunabe townhouse in a week and a half, I will need to actually buy a real typhoon kit. So keep your eyes out for Hello Kitty flashlights and tools. If I am going to have to protect myself from the wrath of nature, I am going to do it in style.


NOTES

* If it is phonetically spelled, it is not actually cursing.

**I do understand that there is a more academic definition of a Typhoon, but for the purpose of a blog, I do not need to include a dull multi-paragraph description of what constitutes a typhoon. I too can wikipedia, pretentious reader.

***TCCOR: Tropical Cyclone Condition of Readiness. This is basically just a countdown of when you need to be prepared, in a safe area, to stop driving and going outside, and it lets you know when things like schools and the shops are closed. TCCOR1c means all fun as you know it stops and you have to go inside and wait FOREVER.

**** Puccas are these delicious cracker like things shaped like different fish and octopi and they are filled with chocolate. I keep trying to buy them to send them home to you all, but I eat them instead.

*****An Exchange is like the military version of target or walmart-only they carry brands like coach.

Monday, April 18, 2011

The "Genki" Yankee

Kombanwa Friends: If ever you embark upon a trip to Japan, the first thing you need to do is to walk up to one of the millions of vending machines on the street, in the buildings, on a deserted farm or in a ditch and spend 110 Yen ($1.35) and buy yourself a cold coffee in a can. Even if you despise the country of Japan, you will be happy you spent $1500 on a plane ticket to get there when the sweet addictive substance hits your lips. There are many brands to choose from, but my personal favorite is Boss. You can easily recognize it by 1) The pictures of Tommy Lee Jones who is the spokesperson for it or 2) The silly little man on the can who looks remarkably like a certain infamous German dictator whose name rhymes with Smadolf. Beyond Boss Coffee, there are many wonders in Okinawa, I am sure, but as I have been confined to base and Girl Scout camp, I cannot really tell you about any of them, but you can google them, because that is what I do. Yesterday, knowing that they were going to revoke my ID today further imprisoning me next to the Macaroni Grill in the West Pac Lodge (A very nice place to be imprisoned if I might add) I decided to brave the Okinawan world and go to the 100 Yen store in Ginowan City. After hours of buying armloads of hello kitty chopsticks, snake repellent, gorilla boogers, and other such necessities, I walked outside to hail a cab back to my hotel. Unfortunately, not only was it pouring, but I realized that in Okinawa hailing a cab is not so easy as it would seem and once one is able to hail a cab, she could infact be politely rejected by the cabby and left in the rain. Speaking a little bit of Japanese probably would have been beneficial, but I am American bonehead so I went out expecting the entire island to cater to me. Luckily, my sponsor had let me borrow a cell phone with her number on it and I was able to arrange to get the hotel to send me a cab to take me back to safety. It is one thing to be lost in New York or even Europe where even if you do not speak the language you can translate the signs....here I am illiterate. There are three different scripts--Kanji, Hiragana, and Katakana. So even if I knew one, I would be in trouble. It is going to take a while before I can recognize something as simple as a restroom or an exit sign. In the meantime, I will be wearing diapers and getting stuck inside buildings. Did I mention that I love the Japanese? Never in my life have I met such friendly and polite people. In fact, the only signs of rudeness I have seen have come from my fellow Americans and accidently from myself not understanding a situation--both on and off the bases. I am in the midst of two completely foreign worlds (Japan and the military). I have met wonderful people from both sides, but am much more intimidated by the military side. To me, it seems like the Japanese will forgive my ignorance and accept me as long as I try to learn and be respectful. With the military, I feel that I will always be looked at as an outsider. I am here to do a certain job and I won't be able to do that well until I am accepted by both cultures here. I am doing my best to learn the lingo of the different branches and to understand their lifestyles--I just hope that is enough. I have seen two cockroaches (one at camp and one that crawled out of my computer at work), I have seen many of these huge and I mean HUGE fox bats, a centipede, a dead snake, and a bunch of cats. I have humiliated myself a bunch of times which being me is to be expected. However, the worst thing I have done so far is to not notice it was 8AM on base and to walk outside and be talking loudly on my phone and not stand at attention and close my big fat mouth during colors. Granted there was a very serious GS emergency on the phone, but if looks could kill I would be one dead civilian. My job is pretty awesome so far. Never a dull moment and quite challenging, but I have amazing volunteers and am so greatful for all of those who mentored me to get here. Cross your fingers and hope for a more compelling post next time- I miss you all!

Monday, March 21, 2011

Depature Date Confirmed! April 1, 2011

Konnichiwa Friends! There has been some confusion in regards to my current location. Luckily, my military orders were delayed and I am still state-side. I just found out about 30 minutes ago, that I have a plane ticket to Okinawa on April 1, 2011! For those of you worried about the current state of things in Japan, please note that Okinawa was not heavily affected by the Earthquake/Tsunami and is quite far from where the nuclear reactors are "radiating". Okinawa is an island south of mainland Japan. Currently many military families and all of the mainland US Girl Scout staff members have been sent to Okinawa while the nuclear situation in mainland is looked into a bit more. And now for the exciting portion of today's post! Here are some resources/links that have been requested.


Arwen's Mail Box:



  • Arwen Turner

  • PSC 557 Box 2950

  • FPO, AP 96379-2950
Mail this way sent from the states comes at the regular US rate rather than at the higher international rate. The next post will be when I am in Okinawa!

Monday, February 7, 2011

Sayonara!


"There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign." Robert Louis Stevenson



For the past 4 years, I have been working towards my dream of living and working abroad for Girl Scouts. Last week, I found out that I will be joining the USA Girl Scouts Overseas staff as the Membership and Program Director for the US Military Installations in Okinawa and South Korea.


(For those of you who do not know where Okinawa is. It is where the very loveable and wise Mr. Miagi is from and the setting of Karate Kid II.)


3 years in a place where I am foreign to it all------I have never been so afraid and excited in all my life.


As I embark upon this newest journey in my life, I invite you to follow this blog that will document my adventures and misadventures abroad.