Waiting to cross a busy Kyoto street yesterday, I was approached by a rather enthusiastic elderly gentleman who wanted a chat. Using my few words of Japanese, I gathered he was asking me if I was English.
I said no, that I was from Ireland. His smile expanded and he lanched into an excited mix of English and Japanese that went something like this:
Him: “Something something something Galway!”
Me: “I’m from Dublin”
Him: “Dublin?! Guinness!”
Me: “Yes, Guinness” I smiled.
Him: “Guinness!” (making the international “drinkie drinkie”motion with his hands.
Me: “Yes, Dublin. Guinness”.
Him: “Maureen O’Hara something something!”
Him: “Maureen O’Hara something something Galway!!”
Him: “John-uh Wayne-uh. Maureen O’Hara! Galway!”
Me: (Grasping at straws) “The Quiet Man?”
Him: (Even more excited now) “Hai! Quiet Man! Something something!”
He then vigourously shook my hand and walked off into the traffic.
Best chat I had with a local all day. If I haven’t mentioned it before, I love Japan.