It’s a small world after all.
I have a few small world stories. They also pertain to how small Hawaii is as a state. I will give examples of 2, the most recent first.
I was in a taxi going from the Phuket airport to Patong beach. As we are driving the taxi stops in the middle of the road and blocks traffic before a police road block I’m thinking Rocket scientist! He jumps out of the car and and goes to another cab. It appears that another taxi has broken down. Since their aren’t that many meter taxis in Phuket they all know each other it was his friend. He decides to take his friends fare in the same cab as mine. I of course renegotiate the rate. On a side bar, they have you over a barrel they inflate the taxi rate because they know you don’t have any choice. Do not feel at all bad about trying to negotiate or renegotiate if something happens that gives you the advantage. The guy gets in the car he is Asian with long hair. We start to talk and it ends up he is also from Hawaii. He is from Maui but he lived right down the street from where I live now before he moved to Phuket.
There are only about one million people in all of the eight islands that make up the main Hawaiian Islands. To meet people from Hawaii when I travel is rare but to have someone plop down at random in the same taxi as me it freaky.
Story 2 2006
Seanchai and I went on a trip of discovery to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico and while I have to say it was a disappointment from a shooting standpoint, I had a great time with some friends that I know there. We went to some great restaurants that ran the gamut of ambiance. We went to an outdoor restaurant that the owner hunted the duck that was on the menu. His wife had a way to prepare it (I think part of it was beating it into submission) that made taste as good as filet mignon. Of course being by the sea the fish was spectacular. We also went to a restaurant that carries a Michelin Star. It was decadent, I had a Foie Gras starter and for my main Sweet breads with beef tongue. I was in gastronomic heaven. We ended the evening with a 1996 Trinidad Fundadores and espresso. Lovely.
But I digress from my small world story. Seanchai left early because of the drought of shooting and I went home a few days later. On the flight from PV to San Francisco their was a flight attendant who was Asian. Hawaii has a pretty distinctive accent if you know what to listen for. I heard the accent and asked her where was she from. She said “Honolulu” I told her so was I. She came back after the flight had taken off and asked me where in Honolulu. I told her and she said the used to live on the same road. She asked the address and I told her. She left and went back to work. About 30 min later she came up to me and proceeded to describe my house to a tee. I told her that she just described my house. She told me she used to rent my house! Needless to say I was floored. On a flight nowhere near Hawaii I meet someone who used to rent my house!
By the way I will get the names of the restaurants in PV from my friend down there.
If you happen to go to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico and you do fancy a cigar. I have never seen a better selection of truly vintage cigars any where in the world than at the Casa Del Habana in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico.
Address Aldama 170
Phone 322/223-2758