Today is my birthday and my wish is to go somewhere exotic. So happens I have China Town in Honolulu at my fingertips. When we were in Honolulu in April we took a bus downtown and had a look around Aloha Tower and the piers and suddenly found ourselves in China Town. What a fun find, we browsed and pointed and looked and took pictures.
Exotic colors galore
Open markets line the streets
That little guy hanging on the door looks a little exotic, don’t you think?
Now here is a funny story taken from my journal on our trip in 1997.
We had been to church and met old friends Zac and Anita. The six of us enjoyed a great lunch at Sam Choy’s and later Anita drove us around Kuakini Hospital. There are many new buildings all around and I didn’t recognize a thing. We went back to the Condo for a clothing change and while Karen, Anita and I were in the elevator we noticed this young big blonde guy, standing in the corner with a book. He was very dark tanned and not Caucasian, but not very Japanese looking either. His book was written in the vertical Japanese script. Anita, obviously very curious about this asked.
“Can you really read that?”
He smiled and said, “Oh yes,
“I impressed,” she answered back.
Suddenly Karen jumps in on the conversation and says, “Oh good, then you will understand my Japanese song.” And she breaks out singing this little Japanese melody:
“Mu su Ma san
Yo ku ke Kayo
Yama ota kona
Ho dar du nayo
Yama da fuka dra ha
Yo – ho – ho
Waka go ka san dayo”
Anita and I were in shock, not knowing that Karen possessed this talent. The blonde guy was laughing and said, “Yes, I understand the song,” and we all got off the elevator. Later she started singing it when there were three Japanese ladies on the elevator, and to our delight, they started singing with her. They told her it was an old popular song warning daughters not to fall in love with mountain climbers. Karen told us that she had tutored a Japanese student once who taught her the only Japanese song she ever knew. That’s my Karen, that’s why I love her.
Remembering good times and good laughs are a good way to spend a happy birthday.
Unfortunately I did not get to spend my day that way, as I had this all ready to go, but had to take my husband to the hospital for an unexpected over night stay. He is home today and is tired but doing good.n Birthday turned out well, however, with many good wishes on face book, our daughter providing a wonderful diner and presents. This is the reason my post shows up a day late.