Friday, October 12, 2012

Violator of Japanese Law

I like to blog "in order," which means before I can move forward I'm going to have to retell the saga of my entrance into the ranks of "International Violators of Law." 

Backstory: When an American with SOFA status arrives in country, they take a quick class and are given a 4EJ driving license. This is expires on your DEROS (expected date to leave the country).  Our DEROS, when we arrived, was 13 July 2012. We were extended to 13 July 2013.  My 4EJ expired while I was on an unexpected trip to America in June/July.  A certain member of this union has been hounding another member of this union to get in and have said 4EJ updated with the new expiration date. 

The traffic was HEAVY in Hachinohe last Friday afternoon (yes, I've avoided this post for a week).  There are many one way streets....we FINALLY hit the "highway." I was over the bridge and hitting open road. 

Yes, I knew the speed limit was 60 kph.  I punched it. Akikosan was having American Style pizza and a movie with us. We needed to get home so I could start the dough rising. 

I had just thought, "Finally, I can make some time!" when TWO MEN jumped out of the BUSHES waving little red flags. 

I don't know about YOU, but having seen a rising amount of women abducted by men posing as police officers....I'm not prone to stop if two waving men jump out of the bushes...I don't care if they have red flags and are wearing some sort of uniform. EVERYONE in Japan seems to wear a uniform.  I glanced at Akikosan and she seemed perplexed about what to do as well.  Later she told me she thought they were stopping one of the other cars zipping past me. 

They got out in the road and waved their flags more enthusiastically.  Akikosan said, "This is bad." Oh-oh. 

"De'Etta, could you please stop your car over there." And so I did....but they motioned me to turn left and then go DOWN A HILL. 

Another man in a uniform ran up to the car. I rolled down my window. He said, "You were speeding....may I see your 4EJ?"  Oy vey.... and at that moment I was SO very thankful I had LISTENED to my husband, had submitted even though Thursday was incredibly busy, and updated the 4EJ!  ::snort:: 

I handed him my license. I expected him to walk to one of the three vans waiting at the bottom of the hill and come back with a ticket. Akiksosan expected something similar.  

Instead, he asked, "Will you please follow me?" 

I'm fairly quick on my feet, grabbed my cell phone in case I needed to call Michael or the Security Forces on base....left the keys with Akiksosan (so she could drive the kids home if need be) and stepped out of the car. I had no CLUE what would happen next. (I later learned Akikosan was wondering the same thing.) I momentarily thought of asking him to wait while I grabbed a camera so I could take a photo of him, the set up, the vans, he and I....but I decided he may think I wasn't taking this seriously if I stopped for photos. can thank Arielle - the offspring of a true blogger - for snapping a photo of her view of the incident. 

First we walked around the cars to a little man on a chair. At this point it was explained to me how the radar gun worked.  This man told me, "You were going very fast, VERY FAST." I was worried now.  To be tagged with reckless driving would be serious business in Japan and I had no idea how fast I had been going. I had just punched it when I was pulled over.  They showed me my read out....76 kph. I was relieved. I figured many were passing faster than me, they weren't down here so whatever was up I was probably NOT going to jail. 

THEN they asked me GET INTO THEIR VAN. May I say that along with NOT stopping a vehicle when men jump out of the bushes is not getting into a van at night without a clue as to WHY I'm getting into the van.....but I figured I was in Japan. I would go with the culture and turn off the American paranoia. 

I waved at the kids and climbed into the van. Akikosan started to follow and thought better of it. It was good she stayed with the kids. One of my men was about to defend my honor and needed a calm presence in the car. 

The van was pretty cool. There was an office set up inside. They were bringing lots of folks in and out. For the record there were many brought in while I sat there and I was the ONLY American. This was NOT a speed trap for Americans. Yes, several zipped past me but they couldn't bring them all in.  The thing is most came in, signed a paper and left. 

I was in there for about 30 min - which caused those waiting some worry.  

"Can you speak Japanese?"


I explained Akiksosan could speak Japanese. This got his attention. 

"Akiko speaks Japanese?" 

"Yes, she's in my car." 


"She's my friend and we were seeing the Korekawa Institute." 

"You have a Japanese friend?"


"No, we don't need her." then.... He told me, "You are a violator of Japanese Law." Oh-oh. You were going VERY FAST, you were going 16kph over the speed limit." Once I realized I was NOT in violation of SOFA and was only going 16 kph the whole thing became funny. I struggled not to laugh....because honestly....I think I was going about 8 - 9 miles over the limit.  But I got a long lecture. 

I filled out three sets of paperwork. 

They were trying to pronounce my name to write it in Kanji. We did fine with De'Etta. I could write my first name in Kanji. I was cold, it was getting dark, I couldn't for the life of me remember how to write my last name in Kanji.  This caused frustration for all of us. They couldn't figure it out either (should have gotten Akikosan she's the one who taught me how to write it. ::snort::) 

Without considering the implications of what I was about to say, I said, "My husband is German." 

He called two others over. They asked me again where my name came from. I told them my husband is German. 

"You are not American!" 

"I am American!!"

"Your husband is German, you are not SOFA. You are violating Japanese law." 

Realizing this was getting more serious I attempted to clear up the misunderstanding. "I am a military spouse. My husband is in the Air Force, I'm SOFA. He's an American but his ancestors are from Germany."

"But you said he was German."

"Poor choice of words (and I'd best shut up while I'm in here!). America is a nation of immigrants, we have many ancestors but we are all American."

"Ah, so, so, so."

My address took a long time as I don't LIVE on the base. My address is W700Y - it's the ONLY address I have...but it is NOT a Japanese address. We finally decided we'd use my mailing address on base...but then he wanted to know what PSC stood for and what APO meant....I knew what AP meant....I improvised.

Next were DATES. He asked when I came to Japan by the Japanese calendar. I KNEW that one.

"Heisei 21." (The numbered years begin over with each Emperor's reign. I arrived 3 years ago and my car said 24 on it).

"Very good."

Ah, we're communicating. I'm wowing him with my friendly smile and cooperation.

"What year were you born?"


"Japanese year?"

"I'm clueless."


"Wakari masu sen" - (I don't understand- would have been better if I could have remembered how to say I don't know...but this useful phrase worked).

"Ah. Hai..........." Evidently, HE didn't know what year that would be either. He spent quite a bit of time checking charts and asking the other men while I felt worse and worse about being so old my year wasn't listed on his conversion chart.   In any event, I have the American date on my paperwork. I now know I was born in Showa 39, if I had a smart phone I could have retrieved the info and saved us about 5 minutes.

Then came the signing of various paperwork. I was handed two slips of paper.

I asked if I could just pay him now.

That would be an International Bribe and is also a violation of Japanese law. In my defense my first speeding ticket was in MT and you USED to pay the police when they pulled you over...this is not the case in AK, TX or Japan but old habits die hard.

I was told I had a week to pay my ticket at the bank or post office. I paid it. All Y12,000 of it. 

As I left I bowed and said, "Matanei." (See you Soon). 


Locals often wonder WHY everyone drives so determinedly slow. I often helpfully point out to Michael  they ARE doing the speed limit....but you see...remember I was on the HIGHWAY....I was going VERY FAST at 76 kph (47 mph). I was going about 9 miles over the limit. That's Y750 per kilometer of speed.....That $151+ for 9 miles over; or $16.77 for every mile over the limit. THAT'S why they drive so slow.....and that's 37 mph on the freeway.

Funny thing I discovered - I am NOT the family holder of the highest speeding ticket in Japan.

I wouldn't have CHOSEN to get a ticket...but it was a very memorable ending to a fun day with Akikosan. We did have a fun conversation back at the house with Michael. We learned more about the culture and she saw our relationship. There was concern about how Mikesan would react. He's a champ. He called as we were driving and Arielle told him we were a bit late as Mom had an unexpected adventure.

His response, "Does this adventure include new dents in the car and uniforms?"

Arielle replied, "Only uniforms."

And that is how I became a Violator of Japanese Law.

NOW - I can in good conscience move on and blog this week.

Choosing Joy!
©2012 D.R.G.
~Coram Deo~
Living all of life before the face of God...

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©2012 D.R.G.
~Coram Deo~
Living all of life before the face of God...

Korekawa Archaeological Institute/Museum

Directions and prices at the end of the post.
Taken from Hach's hometown website: Hachinohe is known for the abundance of relics from the Jomon period (circa 10,000 B.C. - circa 300 B.C.), and among the findings are the well-known ruins of Korekawa from the late Jomon period. This museum introduces life from the Jomon period using models and videos. In the information center are computer terminals to help obtain more detailed references of the ruins and findings. The adjacent Korekawa Archaeological Museum and Hachinohe History and Folk Museum display findings as well.
I had heard you couldn't take photos inside the exhibit area. This is not true. Akikosan asked and we were told just no tri-pods or flashes.... I took photos to my heart's content. 

 Akikosan went on this adventure with the children and I. We had a great time and finished the night off with American home-made pizza and watching Totoro together.  But first - the museum:

We got a tad bit lost....Akiksosan felt this was shameful no matter how I explained I always get lost and it's part of the adventure. She explained she is Japanese and can read the signs. It was HER GPS/Phone which led us over the mountain on very narrow, winding roads.... 

You can't really see how narrow the road is in the above shot....check this out - two way traffic....

We found the "adjacent" building first....and they directed us to the BIG building which houses the artifacts. It is free to look around the adjacent  building though there really isn't much here.... They told Akikosan, "Everyone gets lost coming here - even Japanese," and so she felt much better about being our human GPS again. ::grin:: 

This is a replica of the National Treasure you can see at the Korekawa Archeological Institution.  

Akikosan and kids

Because he could

The Jomon period is famous for it's cord pattern in weaving and pottery.  That was duplicated on the stair railing.

This was an AMAZING put your hand over the little white hands and start a light show....

We moved on to a hologram show of life in the Jomon Period. This was easy to grasp even without a translator.

Ear decorations

Akiko pointed out how prominent and big the eyes are in all the drawings and that Japanese eyes are smaller. Just a fun point we wouldn't have noticed. 

The pottery is amazing...even more so as you realize how many thousands of years old it may be....the still strong colors of the red and black lacquer on some pieces  fascinated me. 

The hands on room was a hit with us....Stacia explores a model showing what was found at various levels of digging.

Sporting a thousand year old earring - look closely. 

Akikosan tries her hands at weaving

Vibrant colors
 The Gassyo Dobu (hands pressed in prayer - praying statue) They date this at 1000 B.C. 

 The left leg was found away from the rest of the statue. This led Zander to comment.....

"Ah, no wonder he was praying! Where's my leg?"

Akiksoan explained he was praying before he lost his leg.

You can read more about Japan's National Treasures here. This figurine is number 41 or 43 and below is the certificate.


Clay Tablet for writing

We headed home and I became a violator of Japanese Law. I'll have to blog that story tomorrow.  This was a great adventure. We loved spending time with Akikosan. We've not been able to see her much since our return from the states. 

Website - here ....

Phone 0178-38-9511

Open 9 a.m. - 5 p.m.  (Entrance allowed until 4:30 p.m.)
Closed Mondays (closed Tuesday if Monday falls on a holiday)
Closed last day of every month

Fees: Adults ¥250, senior high and university students ¥150, elementary and junior high students ¥50

By Car: 

Take Momoishi toll road from Misawa to Hachinohe. (The trip requires 2 toll passes each way)

Turn right onto route 45.

Take route 45 to the first exit (Ferry Wharf/Hachinohe station)

Turn right under overpass. (Toward fish market)

Follow this road about 6.9 miles to route 340, turn right. (note: there are several landmarks that you go past i.e., yellow multi-story building (fish market) at the first traffic light; railroad tracks; bridge crossing the mebechi river; route 104)

Follow route 340 to the first signal  light past the two gas stations on left, turn left. (Note:  you will past a high school, a driving school, a elementary school all on your left side).

Follow this road down a hill and around a curve, at first traffic light, turn right.

The Jomon Gakushukan Archaeological Museum is approximately 200 meters on the right.  (Note: a small dirt/gravel parking area).

I think this map would be helpful (if nothing else someone at Lawsons can tell what you're trying to find)!

Choosing Joy!
©2012 D.R.G.
~Coram Deo~
Living all of life before the face of God...