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A little richer
It was a little after four o’clock when I returned to the town of Tapah again.
I was about two kilometers into town and there was a guy on a motorcycle who wants to take a backseat.
I said, “I like to walk,” and I turned down his offer.
That’s because I was taken the money at Kuala Selangor.
If it were a little farther away, I would have paid a little more money to take a ride.
My shoes were soaked and my feet were covered with scratches, so I stayed at the hotel I booked with Agoda.
Unlike the hotels in Kuala Lumpur, it’s a hotel with a TV, wifi and toilet paper.
About 65 ringgit per night. Well, it’s good once in a while.
But the toilet paper is in the seat belt position.
At the front desk
I sit in my room and think about my plans for tomorrow.
I can leave the hotel early in the morning and walk the 20 km round trip to Kuala War, or
after chartering a taxi and going to Kuala War, I can go a little further and go to a place called 19 miles, which is a very hot insect spot.
I have money to spare.
Physically, I don’t have much time to spare.
I went to the front desk and told them I would be chartering a taxi.
The refreshing older brother responded to me.
I didn’t want to give each other the wrong information, so I would write in English.
Even though we were talking in writing, we couldn’t understand each other, so the man beside me started talking to me in Japanese.
“Where do you want to go?”
“Oh, it’s Kuala Woh.”
Thanks to my uncle for the help.
He did the back-and-forth with my brother at the front desk instead.
30 ringgit from the hotel to Kuala Woh.
The price is 60 ringgit to 19 miles from the hotel.
By the way, he said that I only took a taxi to the destination and didn’t know the way back.
I could pay a little more and charter a few more hours.
I thought I’d be in a lot of trouble if I put out 60 ringgit to afford the money, after giving up 19 miles to go by taxi to Kuala Woh, I decided to walk.
When I told them that, everyone in the room gave me a look like, “Are you okay?
The man who speaks Japanese says.
“I heard that a teenager drowned and died yesterday because of a squall.”
There was at least a small chance that I would meet such a fate.
”Well, that’s okay. I walked in earlier.”
I replied, but I was breaking out in a cold sweat because I had just seen the river flood up to the road.
Being able to communicate
I hadn’t touched Japanese for several days, so I was strangely moved when I met a man who could speak Japanese.
I was impressed by the ability to communicate with him.
There are some foreigners in my office now and I communicate with them in Japanese, but they all speak really good Japanese and joke with each other normally.
It’s always a strange feeling to see them suddenly talking in their native language.
I feel like I’ve been left behind, like a wall has been formed.
(If I ask him later what he was talking about, it was the weather or something.)
I have mixed feelings about it, but I also have feelings about looking good.
It’s simply amazing to be able to joke around in not only their native tongue, but in other languages as well.
They speak Japanese as if it were a matter of course, but the process of learning it must have involved extraordinary efforts far beyond my imagination.
Being able to communicate is something that seems natural, but it’s not.
We Japanese have very few opportunities to come into contact with anything other than Japanese.
That’s why we don’t often fall into situations where we can’t communicate, and it’s natural for us to communicate with each other. This is the kind of communication that takes place.
The other problem is that there are too many euphemisms in the Japanese language. (Maybe.)
We don’t know what we’re talking about until we say it.
One of the things that women often say to men is, “I want you to say it with proper words.
and so on.
Are you telling them what they need to know?
To be continued…
