I was in Hawaii on business and (Huh? Yeah, business. A friend of mine just started a company there and…look I don’t have to explain this to you, OK?) The odd thing was that in my hotel in Waikiki (Yeah, Waikiki. … Because that’s where all the hotels are, that’s why! My friend’s office was 10 minutes from the hotel and. What? Well, the hotel was pretty much right on the beach, but all Waikiki hotels are pretty much right on the beach. Look, it was business, OK?! I really don’t have to justify this to you.)

Anyway, for the first two days the only time I heard any English in my hotel was when I was part of the conversation. It was like I had never left Japan. Waikiki is basically Omotesando with palm trees. Row after row of designer shops and Japanese window shoppers.

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