Thread: Pipe of the Day

Originally Posted by cudarunner

Mick me old mate, please tell the story about when you were here in the states and the rain and the young Japanese girls.

Please???????

Well it's a bit of a long yarn to get it all in context, but if you're up for it along with a bit of extra bits added on to round the story out...


This was my third day in the US, and my first day on tour with a small group of 12 counting the Driver. It was a bit of a whirlwind start to this tour, and as such no one had really had much chance to meet with, or get to know the others in the group…Well they may have, but I had spent the day up front with the driver, a nice bloke called Jeff Kehoe from Schenectady County NY. And had yet to meet with any of the other tourists.

This is the story of an Australians first attempt at conversational Japanese, which took place near the shores of Lake Ontario, 23/06/2004, 2115hrs. The drizzle had closed in and the breeze was up. I had donned, what we here in Australia call a ‘Driza-Bone’. In America it would be called a ‘Slicker’. Both being long coats, worn by horsemen to keep the rain off.

Standing by the fire, I noticed how everyone seemed to have divided themselves up into groups of nationality. Three girls who were travelling separately were from the UK, and were talking amongst themselves. A Russian-American, and an American girl were talking to each other and the Jeff. An Australian bloke was talking to my wife and two Japanese girls were talking to themselves…In Japanese. This left myself and another Japanese girl who seemed to be being excluded by the other two Japanese.
I saw that she looked a little lost, lonely and left out, and thought she might have trouble joining in with other groups due to a language barrier. Now I’m not much of a talker amongst new people myself, but I could see this was not usually the case with this young lady, and I took pity on her. So I turned to her, smiled, and said, “Anatano namae wa nan desku?” Well actually I think it was more like “Anatanonamaenandesku?” However, she seemed to understand, returned my smile and said, “Reiko Kakita. Anatano namae wa nan desku?” To which I replied, “Namae wa, Mick.”

A silence had descended on the camp, and I noticed all eyes were staring at me. Jeff broke the stunned silence with, “What…the…F**k! You’re standing there…In your akubra hat! Your driza-bone! And elastic sided boots…Looking like your stereotypical Australian bushman…And then you turn around and speak Japanese?! What the f**k?!?! Whaddidyousay?! WhereddidyalearntospeakJapanese?!” I told him, I simply asked for Reiko’s name, and she replied and asked me mine. I had picked up a little Japanese because of all the Japanese tourists back home.

It was from this point, that I was looked on by the Japanese girls, as a friend…And when it came to it…Their translator. Even though, for the most part, they spoke perfectly good English. Certainly far superior to my Japanese. People couldn’t seem to understand them. Even my wife was guilty of this. I put it down to other people’s lack of listening skills. I had no problems in understanding anything they said in English.

I later found out, even though I wasn’t fluent in Japanese, I could be understood…but it was better if I slowed down more. I only found his out when I asked a new Japanese arrival to our group, four weeks later, her name, and she said, “Huh???” So I slowed it down…really slow…I mean really slow. But I didn’t know how slow it sounded! I soon found out when she then replied, “Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiikoooooooooo!”And burst out laughing. So naturally I did too. And became best mates with Kimiko at the same time.

Hisako Fukushima wanted to learn Aussie swearing, and the first time she came out with “Mick ya stupid bl**dy b@rst@rd!” in her accented English, I just about choked on my sandwich laughing. She was the comedian of that lot, and we got along really well, constantly ‘taking the p!$$’ out of each other.

On this trip we also met up with a second, separate, tour group from the same company, from time to time, and I found that I was also popular with the three Korean girls in this group, but with one more so than the other two. However I think that was more a case of ‘take a photo of me with the giant’ more than anything else. At least with the other two. I think perhaps the one girl did genuinely like me. Judging by the way she liked to cuddle up, bumped up against me in the pool, shared a recliner chair etc. I never once forgot that I was a newly married man. Many a time I wished I wasn’t though, but that’s how it goes I suppose .


Mick


P.S To keep in line with the theme of this thread. I smoked 'roll your own' cigarettes back then, with only the odd foray into pipes. I did look at a lot of pipes in the tobacconists I came across though, and really kick myself that I didn't buy a nice meerschaum at the time. Along with taking the chance to sample some better pipe tobacco's. Live and learn.

Originally Posted by MickR

Well it's a bit of a long yarn to get it all in context, but if you're up for it along with a bit of extra bits added on to round the story out...


This was my third day in the US, and my first day on tour with a small group of 12 counting the Driver. It was a bit of a whirlwind start to this tour, and as such no one had really had much chance to meet with, or get to know the others in the group…Well they may have, but I had spent the day up front with the driver, a nice bloke called Jeff Kehoe from Schenectady County NY. And had yet to meet with any of the other tourists.

This is the story of an Australians first attempt at conversational Japanese, which took place near the shores of Lake Ontario, 23/06/2004, 2115hrs. The drizzle had closed in and the breeze was up. I had donned, what we here in Australia call a ‘Driza-Bone’. In America it would be called a ‘Slicker’. Both being long coats, worn by horsemen to keep the rain off.

Standing by the fire, I noticed how everyone seemed to have divided themselves up into groups of nationality. Three girls who were travelling separately were from the UK, and were talking amongst themselves. A Russian-American, and an American girl were talking to each other and the Jeff. An Australian bloke was talking to my wife and two Japanese girls were talking to themselves…In Japanese. This left myself and another Japanese girl who seemed to be being excluded by the other two Japanese.
I saw that she looked a little lost, lonely and left out, and thought she might have trouble joining in with other groups due to a language barrier. Now I’m not much of a talker amongst new people myself, but I could see this was not usually the case with this young lady, and I took pity on her. So I turned to her, smiled, and said, “Anatano namae wa nan desku?” Well actually I think it was more like “Anatanonamaenandesku?” However, she seemed to understand, returned my smile and said, “Reiko Kakita. Anatano namae wa nan desku?” To which I replied, “Namae wa, Mick.”

A silence had descended on the camp, and I noticed all eyes were staring at me. Jeff broke the stunned silence with, “What…the…F**k! You’re standing there…In your akubra hat! Your driza-bone! And elastic sided boots…Looking like your stereotypical Australian bushman…And then you turn around and speak Japanese?! What the f**k?!?! Whaddidyousay?! WhereddidyalearntospeakJapanese?!” I told him, I simply asked for Reiko’s name, and she replied and asked me mine. I had picked up a little Japanese because of all the Japanese tourists back home.

It was from this point, that I was looked on by the Japanese girls, as a friend…And when it came to it…Their translator. Even though, for the most part, they spoke perfectly good English. Certainly far superior to my Japanese. People couldn’t seem to understand them. Even my wife was guilty of this. I put it down to other people’s lack of listening skills. I had no problems in understanding anything they said in English.

I later found out, even though I wasn’t fluent in Japanese, I could be understood…but it was better if I slowed down more. I only found his out when I asked a new Japanese arrival to our group, four weeks later, her name, and she said, “Huh???” So I slowed it down…really slow…I mean really slow. But I didn’t know how slow it sounded! I soon found out when she then replied, “Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmmmmmmiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiikoooooooooo!”And burst out laughing. So naturally I did too. And became best mates with Kimiko at the same time.

Hisako Fukushima wanted to learn Aussie swearing, and the first time she came out with “Mick ya stupid bl**dy b@rst@rd!” in her accented English, I just about choked on my sandwich laughing. She was the comedian of that lot, and we got along really well, constantly ‘taking the p!$$’ out of each other.

On this trip we also met up with a second, separate, tour group from the same company, from time to time, and I found that I was also popular with the three Korean girls in this group, but with one more so than the other two. However I think that was more a case of ‘take a photo of me with the giant’ more than anything else. At least with the other two. I think perhaps the one girl did genuinely like me. Judging by the way she liked to cuddle up, bumped up against me in the pool, shared a recliner chair etc. I never once forgot that I was a newly married man. Many a time I wished I wasn’t though, but that’s how it goes I suppose .


Mick

And once his wife got wise to Cassanova.............the skillet nap was born.

Scuse' me ......I ,meant to say Cassanova San !

Originally Posted by Nightblade

And once his wife got wise to Cassanova.............the skillet nap was born.

I was quite the gentleman and behaved faithfully the whole time...Though one of the English girls did go out of her way to fire up my wife's jealousy a bit by sitting beside me in the van as much as possible and putting her arms around me and her head on my shoulder. Also constantly tried to direct my gaze at her cleavage a bit too, but it didn't fly. You see, she was mates with the one person on every tour group that believes they should be waited on hand and foot, one of the other English girls from a well too do background...Then the 'Princess' met me! The one person in any tour group who just won't take any BS. I had that girl in tears in the end. She hated me, and national pride forbade any of the other English tourists from doing any different. That's another story though.


Mick

Not too long ago I was at a local B&M having finished my cigar and decided to indulge in a pipe too ( I live with three college girls who easily driving a man up a wall). The pipe started up a conversation between myself and three older gentlemen, ranging from late 50's to mid 80's, One from Germany, one Turk, and one ethnic Russian from Ukraine. The hitch being that they all spoke broken english, while I speak broken German and minimal Russian ( Native English speaker). Long story short we had a great conversation because as it turned out we each spoke broken of another language ending in possibly the strangest version on the telephone game in history where one would speak then at least one person would translate it into another so that another could understand. All in all it was a great evening filled with smoke, drink and laughter

Originally Posted by MickR

Well it's a bit of a long yarn to get it all in context, but if you're up for it along with a bit of extra bits added on to round the story out...

Mick my good mate Thank you!

My apologies for hijacking this thread.

I'd shared this short story with Mick a couple of years ago. Yamate High School sends exchange students to my home town and the town that I've resided in for years.

I was in the check-stand and several Japanese exchange students were in the store and one boy came through my check-stand. He had several items that were on sale with the companies 'membership card' I knew that I more than likely couldn't get him to understand about the savings so I spoke very loudly and said "Are there any of this student's host family here"? The host mother came right up and I told her about need her card to save him money.

She pointed at the screen , then ran the card and the boy saw the price drop rather significantly. He bowed to her and said 'Domo' I knew what that meant as my family had hosted exchange students from the same high school back about 1970.

He paid his bill and when I handed him his receipt I said; "Domo" and slightly bowed as I did, he looked surprised but returned the bow and "Domo" then left with his host mother.

A bagger was present while this all took place and said; "What did you say to him"? And I replied I'd said 'thank-you' and he said, where the hell did you learn to speak Japanese" I told him/"Can't an old redneck speak a little Japanese"??

JKP in an Autograph 5.

Originally Posted by RJD

JKP in an Autograph 5.

Smoked some that today. Great stuff

Tonight's smoke is Embarcadero in a Nording Freehand.
On a side note, has anyone tried the new Cellar Series from C&D? Chenet's Cake and Oak Alley, sound pretty tasty. They have another one called Five o'clock shadow that sound good too, kind of similar to Pease's Triple Play. If you've tied them, please let me know what you think.

Originally Posted by RJD

Tonight's smoke is Embarcadero in a Nording Freehand.
On a side note, has anyone tried the new Cellar Series from C&D? Chenet's Cake and Oak Alley, sound pretty tasty. They have another one called Five o'clock shadow that sound good too, kind of similar to Pease's Triple Play. If you've tied them, please let me know what you think.

Five o'clock is good stuff. Its a cake tobacco one of my top 3 c&d blends