２０１９Hawaii Trip＃４

The next day, you go to the car rental shop in the hotel and make a request for a one-day arrangement.

However, the local receptionist’s English is completely incomprehensible, so I ask again for a catalog and a piece of paper.

When I finally try to sign the completed order form, I find that the price is $150. I tell them it is for 2 days, and I tell them it is for 1 day, but they ask me to write my name on this form.

I thought this is a bad idea, but then another person comes out from the back and says, “sorry sorry,” and asks me to wait a moment he redrafts the form.

I thought, “Is this going to be okay? I was thinking, “Are you okay?

I sign the form, but I was giving off too much of a “are you okay? The white clerk tells me it’s okay, don’t worry about it.

They give me the keys and tell me to go to the lobby and give the keys to the doorman and he will bring the car to me.

I don’t know what’s going on, but I do as I’m told and show the key to Ni-chan hanging around in the lobby and she says OK! and takes the keys away.

After about 10 minutes of waiting, the car is brought to me and I am told in Japanese to be careful.

Well, OK! So I get in my car and start to drive away from the site, but soon I get stuck in a traffic jam.

Traffic jam in a place like this? I thought, and it seemed to move little by little for about an hour.

I finally come to the intersection to see what is going on – the police are stopping cars regardless of the signal.

After a while, people on bicycles are passing through the intersection.

I ask the police why is there a traffic jam? I asked them, “Don’t you know? They say, “There’s a triathlon being held on the island today, so the roads are restricted everywhere you go! They say, “Oh my God!

OH MY GOD!!!!

I get myself together and finally get out of the traffic and take a breather.

We try to go out to the center of town where we had researched to have lunch, but of course it is closed to traffic.

Everywhere I go, there are cops and they tell me I can’t go any further.

Then a policeman gets into the passenger seat, points at me, and tells me to drive towards the end of the road. Could he possibly show us the way out? Lucky me! I thought, but after about a kilometer, he told me to stop, said thank you, and got out of the car.

He was just being an “cab” to me.

So I decided to go to the UCC farm and started the car.

We finally arrived at the farm after driving along the mountain road.

I go inside and ask for an iced coffee.

Then a white man asked me in Japanese, “Where are you from? He asked me in Japanese, “Where are you from?

He said, “I live in Toyonaka, Osaka! He spoke in his typical Kansai dialect.

Heh! I said, “Take your time!

We had a lot going on, and we had driven quite a distance to get here, and we wanted to be back at the hotel by evening, so we decided to go home. (We had rented a car, after all.)

The return trip was smooth and there were almost no traffic lights, so we drove hotel in a leisurely manner as if it were an automobile-only road.

We arrived safely at the hotel, returned the car, and decided to take a short rest in the room.