When a non- Japanese got lost in Yokohama
Ravethy and I couldn't find our way back to our hotel. The road signs then were all in Japanese. Even the road map brochure was of no help. And, it was getting darker. We were delighted when we saw a man in uniform. He was very happy to help; rattling away to me (in Japanese) both palms together pointing forwards, then his right hand directing to the right... brushing aside my attempts with crossed hands and shaking headSigh! We stood byto say I did not understand!the road side again!The baseball game was over at a nearby stadium. We were lucky to find a fellow Singaporean to explain the route to us. It was only a ten minutes walk away! *******
Four years ago, I went back again to Japan. I found that more Japanese people could speak English. The signs and maps seem easier to read. I learned to speak some simple Japanese, too!
The uniformed man had mistaken me for a Japanese. Last week a fellow blogger addressed me as a Korean! Not long ago another thought I was a Taiwanese!
A picture and a name can be misleading!
I am from Malaysia! My ancestors were from Hainan island, China.