“There is neither man or woman in this Church who is not on a mission. That mission will last as long as they live, and it is to do good, to promote righteousness, to teach the principles of truth, and to prevail upon themselves and everybody around them to live those principles that they may obtain eternal life.”
Discourses of Brigham Young

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Let's go for a drive.

Culture Corner this time is a blog topic all its own. Meet the "Mission Mobile"-- a boxy, stripped-down, utilitarian vehicle that has faithfully taken us up and down this small island hundreds of times. In just under two years, Phil has driven nearly 27,000 miles within a typical travel distance of less than 50 miles. We have hauled marines and missionaries, bicycles and recreation gear, furniture and food, Christmas gifts and recyclable refuse.

Driving in Japan is a unique international experience. The Japanese drive on the left side of the road, which takes some getting used to whether you are the driver or a passenger. Except for one expressway, the highest posted speed limit on Okinawa is 60 kilometers per hour, which is only about 37 mph.


This sign is in Japanese, English, Chinese and Korean. Fortunately for us, there is a strong American influence on Okinawa so some road signs are in English. However, road systems, signage, traffic patterns and driving customs are not what the American driver would expect.


When speed limits are low, drivers have more time to do ... whatever. They even watch TV while driving! No joke, this driver IS watching television while driving. Traffic laws are little more than suggestions. Local police appear to have neither opportunity nor authority to control the driving public. When roads are congested, drivers simply ignore traffic rules and squeeze or dart out into traffic. But in this country known for its courtesy, no one honks or uses crude gestures.

Motor cycle drivers literally race through the streets. They come roaring up from behind, and will pass on either side with no regard for traffic lanes. They congregate at the front of the pack at stop lights and run red lights. Well, everyone in Japan runs red lights! Many do not wear helmets, and if they do it may be perched on the back of their head with chin strap flying in the breeze. This is particularly common for females. Riders and passengers are commonly seen wearing business suits, short skirts, high heels shoes, and even flip flops!

Whereas Americans "look both ways" before stepping out into traffic, here pedestrians walk into the street without even glancing up. Children are taught to hold up their hand to make themselves more visible to drivers. But they are unlikely to look for traffic and never make eye contact, which seems to be regarded as rude or aggressive in this culture.



To illustrate just how confusing roads in Japan can be, take a look at this sign directing traffic to route 7.

Our mission would be entirely different were it not that Phil is a master at finding his way around Okinawa and rarely gets lost. I, on the other hand, am always lost. Nothing new about that! Fortunately, I do not drive here.

Musings ...

After two years of blogging about our mission, I no longer think of our activities in terms of new and fascinating blog topics. It's just ... normal. We are not bored, and I hope I'm not boring you.

In March, when the Arnell couple was evacuated from Tokyo, they were sent to Okinawa. Because they also are military relations missionaries, it was determined they would stay on here for the remainder of their mission and take over our assignments. Sharing the load and coordinating our efforts has made for a smoother transition for both them and us.

As I've often mentioned, working with young singles is one of our major functions, and one we thoroughly enjoy. We find, invite, welcome, and keep track of the constantly rotating population of young military singles of our church. They are a delightfully energetic and playful group. Their military assignments bring them to us and take them away. More often than not, it feels like losing one of our own. We love them, individually and collectively. One way we serve them is to organize fun activities. Here are snapshots of recent gatherings.

Climb site near Mt. Katuu

The climbers.

The observers.

The experienced leaders.

The FHE group.


We also work and serve with families from church.
Girls Camp was hard work but lots of fun.


Phil playing the role of the Apostle Paul.

How's this for a camp mascot?

Our mission comes to an end in August. We will miss this beautiful island paradise and the people we have grown to love. Here are a few reasons why part of my heart will always remain in Okinawa.

The members, the missionaries, the beauty of the island, and shopping Japanese style.