- 15 Apr 2012
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Hello everyone.
My name is Craig and I hail from the bonny lands of Scotland, a small, but lush country with many mountains and rolling hills, not all that different from Japan I'm told.
Since I was but a wee boy growing up in the Highlands, I have always been interested in other cultures, but none have fascinated me more than the Japanese.
I recall a time, many years ago when I first laid eyes upon a young Japanese man visiting our small toon, and though he wore a kilt and tammy as sure as any man among us, he was not.
In fact his arrival was met with vacant stares and an eerie silence befell the town as the bagpipes fell silent and even the local tavern well known for it's mid-day revelry stood silent; It's patrons gathered out front to get a better look at the stranger.
It was Tam Wallace our local representative and owner of the Wallace Farm and Wallace & Sons Butchershop who walked up to meet him.
After they exchanged some words, old Tam raised his arms for all to see and cried aloud "It's okay" before escorting the newcomer up and into the tavern, as the patrons follwed them in pushing and shoving a little to get a better look.
The man only stayed one night and I never spoke to him, but he seemed inhuman, almost alien, he was quite short, even standing next to wee Adam who was only 5'11" the newcomer seemed almost dwarfish in every aspect of the word.
Many years later as I grew up, I asked others about the strange little man who visited us long ago, it is said that he had a great difficulty understanding us.
While the little man was no stranger to the English dialect, the Scottish tendancy to almost sing our words, coupled with the springy cheery delivery, left him a little bewildered and confused, though he couldn't help but smile as he asked the speaker to repeat what he said.
Of course he was ussually answered with roaring laughter by the patrons, as Tam did his best to translate, as words like wee (small) and toon (town) were lost on him.
When I was a great deal older and had moved far away from the lands I still hold close to my heart, I learned a great deal about other lands and their cultures and this realization and new found knowledge instilled in me a ravenous appetite for foreign cultures.
As I said before, near the top of what is looking to be a very long first post, none have fascinated me more than the Japanese.
I love their culture, their history, their legends, their traditions and more recently their animated films and television series.
I have currently been studying Kendo under (self-proclaimed) Master Christopher and am nearing the end of what he is able to teach me.
He suggests a trip down to England for further training and gave me several pamphlets for notable Kendo clubs and training groups.
However a fellow student is planning a trip to Japan to further her training under the proffesional tutelage of an established Dojo Master, and says she would be more than happy for the company, as she knows no one else in Japan, I would be her only friend for the first few weeks as we settle in.
She speaks a little Japanese, and apart from her Japanese tutor and love for all things Kendo, she knows even less about the Japanese culture and it's people.
Despite never having visited Japan themselves, there were more than a few Students who had taken an interest in our plan to visit Japan.
Dark were some of the stories, as foreigners who complained about their lodgings or didn't tip the waiters were reported to the Police and carted way to interrogated by grim spectres with sinister fates in mind for us.
Though such stories are likely made by those who are intent on trying to frighten away foreigners, or so I told myself.
One student (the one who refrenced this website to me) who moved here from Malasia, said that the Japanese are a very private people, and while a lot of their culture is refrenced in outside media and includes many nationalities and races, the Japanese people do not.
He stressed the point that most (though not all) Japanese arn't necessarily rude, their just a really well oiled and maintained machine and the foreigner is viewed as being the potential spanner that could bring everything grinding to a halt.
He also said that I would be treated to some role reffersal, refrencing the story of the little man I had told him some time ago when we first met (and you as well it would seem dear reader).
While he said that all foreigners are treated to a round of stare at the new flavour of the day, we or rather I would get more than quite a few long stares and not just because of my stunning good looks.
Standing at 6'9", a common height where I'm from, would apparently make me a rare sight in Japan and worthy of few lengthy stares as I would possibly be considered a giant by Japanese standards.
Also my heterochromia (one bright green, one bright blue) is rare enough to provoke curiosity in most local people and last my long shoulder length blond hair.
He jokingly said I would be to the Japanese, what the Giant Panda was for us at our Zoo.
So what do actual Japanese people think, am I going to be your Giant Panda? Will I get long lengthy stares and what kind of reception could I expect upon visiting Japan?
My name is Craig and I hail from the bonny lands of Scotland, a small, but lush country with many mountains and rolling hills, not all that different from Japan I'm told.
Since I was but a wee boy growing up in the Highlands, I have always been interested in other cultures, but none have fascinated me more than the Japanese.
I recall a time, many years ago when I first laid eyes upon a young Japanese man visiting our small toon, and though he wore a kilt and tammy as sure as any man among us, he was not.
In fact his arrival was met with vacant stares and an eerie silence befell the town as the bagpipes fell silent and even the local tavern well known for it's mid-day revelry stood silent; It's patrons gathered out front to get a better look at the stranger.
It was Tam Wallace our local representative and owner of the Wallace Farm and Wallace & Sons Butchershop who walked up to meet him.
After they exchanged some words, old Tam raised his arms for all to see and cried aloud "It's okay" before escorting the newcomer up and into the tavern, as the patrons follwed them in pushing and shoving a little to get a better look.
The man only stayed one night and I never spoke to him, but he seemed inhuman, almost alien, he was quite short, even standing next to wee Adam who was only 5'11" the newcomer seemed almost dwarfish in every aspect of the word.
Many years later as I grew up, I asked others about the strange little man who visited us long ago, it is said that he had a great difficulty understanding us.
While the little man was no stranger to the English dialect, the Scottish tendancy to almost sing our words, coupled with the springy cheery delivery, left him a little bewildered and confused, though he couldn't help but smile as he asked the speaker to repeat what he said.
Of course he was ussually answered with roaring laughter by the patrons, as Tam did his best to translate, as words like wee (small) and toon (town) were lost on him.
When I was a great deal older and had moved far away from the lands I still hold close to my heart, I learned a great deal about other lands and their cultures and this realization and new found knowledge instilled in me a ravenous appetite for foreign cultures.
As I said before, near the top of what is looking to be a very long first post, none have fascinated me more than the Japanese.
I love their culture, their history, their legends, their traditions and more recently their animated films and television series.
I have currently been studying Kendo under (self-proclaimed) Master Christopher and am nearing the end of what he is able to teach me.
He suggests a trip down to England for further training and gave me several pamphlets for notable Kendo clubs and training groups.
However a fellow student is planning a trip to Japan to further her training under the proffesional tutelage of an established Dojo Master, and says she would be more than happy for the company, as she knows no one else in Japan, I would be her only friend for the first few weeks as we settle in.
She speaks a little Japanese, and apart from her Japanese tutor and love for all things Kendo, she knows even less about the Japanese culture and it's people.
Despite never having visited Japan themselves, there were more than a few Students who had taken an interest in our plan to visit Japan.
Dark were some of the stories, as foreigners who complained about their lodgings or didn't tip the waiters were reported to the Police and carted way to interrogated by grim spectres with sinister fates in mind for us.
Though such stories are likely made by those who are intent on trying to frighten away foreigners, or so I told myself.
One student (the one who refrenced this website to me) who moved here from Malasia, said that the Japanese are a very private people, and while a lot of their culture is refrenced in outside media and includes many nationalities and races, the Japanese people do not.
He stressed the point that most (though not all) Japanese arn't necessarily rude, their just a really well oiled and maintained machine and the foreigner is viewed as being the potential spanner that could bring everything grinding to a halt.
He also said that I would be treated to some role reffersal, refrencing the story of the little man I had told him some time ago when we first met (and you as well it would seem dear reader).
While he said that all foreigners are treated to a round of stare at the new flavour of the day, we or rather I would get more than quite a few long stares and not just because of my stunning good looks.
Standing at 6'9", a common height where I'm from, would apparently make me a rare sight in Japan and worthy of few lengthy stares as I would possibly be considered a giant by Japanese standards.
Also my heterochromia (one bright green, one bright blue) is rare enough to provoke curiosity in most local people and last my long shoulder length blond hair.
He jokingly said I would be to the Japanese, what the Giant Panda was for us at our Zoo.
So what do actual Japanese people think, am I going to be your Giant Panda? Will I get long lengthy stares and what kind of reception could I expect upon visiting Japan?