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I was waiting at a pretty isolated dirt bus plaza where local buses pulled to disgorge and load.
Since I had no idea how long I would have to wait, I was walking around, not exactly talking to people but just making contact.
This guy was sort of giving me the tough look from a recently emptied bus so I snapped this and then I climbed onto the top of the bus to show it to him. He was startled, then pleased then very friendly. He spoke a bit of English, enough to tell me this wasn't the bus I wanted, then got down off of the bus and stayed with me and made certain I got onto my bus to Kinpun.
Once I made contact, people were friendly, sweet, cordial and shy. A big, pink foreigner in their neighborhood was a rare sight indeed.
It's difficult to explain how alone and far away one feels, in a town very far from home, where no one really speaks your language and certainly no one knows your name.
This is approximately where I was, but it is really more isolated than it looks. I had traveled for two hours on a bus where no one spoke any English and the only hint of my destination was scribbled on my ticket. I got dropped off late and had to make my way back to this bus plaza and I had no confidence I was where I was supposed to be.
All that is part of the fun of independent travel in a friendly place.
Since I had no idea how long I would have to wait, I was walking around, not exactly talking to people but just making contact.
This guy was sort of giving me the tough look from a recently emptied bus so I snapped this and then I climbed onto the top of the bus to show it to him. He was startled, then pleased then very friendly. He spoke a bit of English, enough to tell me this wasn't the bus I wanted, then got down off of the bus and stayed with me and made certain I got onto my bus to Kinpun.
Once I made contact, people were friendly, sweet, cordial and shy. A big, pink foreigner in their neighborhood was a rare sight indeed.
It's difficult to explain how alone and far away one feels, in a town very far from home, where no one really speaks your language and certainly no one knows your name.
This is approximately where I was, but it is really more isolated than it looks. I had traveled for two hours on a bus where no one spoke any English and the only hint of my destination was scribbled on my ticket. I got dropped off late and had to make my way back to this bus plaza and I had no confidence I was where I was supposed to be.
All that is part of the fun of independent travel in a friendly place.
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