Leimamo’s Life

There are a few local boys on hubby’s ship that come over in so often. I love that they remind me so much of home. Some of them haven’t been in the Navy for too long so they still have the “local” in them. They speak totally pidgin and they call me “Aunty”. They greet with the respectful kiss on the cheek, they look out for each other. Whenever they come over, I feel like I’m back with my sons. I love that they treat my daughter as though she were their little sister. They tease her about anything all the time.

Out here, the single men and women on board the ship are issued color coded Liberty Cards. White cards indicate they need to return to the ship before the midnight curfew and Blue cards means overnight passes so they don’t need to return to the ship.

Anyway, one of the boys has a blue card so he stayed over lastnight. Today, my daughter wanted to practice driving again, so she drove them to the restaurant to have breakfast. Then they stopped at Starbucks to get my fix of frappuccinos. When they returned, I asked if she gave him whiplash. He laughed and said, “No, but she took ALL day to park the car at Starbucks.” Then he continued, “Aunty, we were outside for about half an hour just trying to park the car this time.” Of course he was joking because I heard them driving in but this is a sample of the exaggerated teasing that I love so much about locals. My daughter loves that they remind her of her own brothers, although she denies it. She told me that he said, “We go drive again, when no more people on the road.”