Freelance Announcer Aika Kanda Asks If Someone Is Giro Lamo

I’m currently on a flight heading to Singapore. I’ve mostly traveled to North America and flown with Japan Airlines, so this is my first time in about 20 years on Singapore Airlines. The experience is very refreshing and enjoyable.

 

First of all, the flight attendants speak to me in English. It’s been a while since I’ve felt language barriers while in-flight, and I’m a bit flustered. It’s quite humbling. Earlier, when they asked, “Have you finished eating? Can I clear your tray?” in English, I didn’t immediately understand. I had to think, “Hmm, if they’re asking now, it must be ‘Can I clear your tray?’” before I responded with a hesitant, “Oh, okay.” The beer I ordered hasn’t arrived, and although I requested two types of bread, only one type was given. My lack of confidence in English meant my voice was too soft, and I probably wasn’t understood well. Despite boasting about having traveled abroad over 80 times, reality is quite different. It makes me laugh at myself. 

Also, the atmosphere among the passengers seems a bit different. The fragrance of perfume in the air is different from what I’m used to on planes. I’m wondering if scent preferences vary depending on the region where people live. I love how flying allows me to notice and ponder such small details; it makes the experience enjoyable for me.

 

However, there’s one issue. I can’t tell if the man sitting in the seat across the aisle is Panzetta Giro Lamo or not. His features and outline are so similar that I’ve looked at him four times to make sure. If he were to say, “I’m Giro Lamo,” I would bet everyone would believe him, even if it turned out to be a lie.

 

I’ve worked with Giro Lamo many times before and have been well taken care of by him. If this is indeed him, I’d like to greet him properly, but if it’s not, it would be embarrassing.

 

Actually, I’ve seen someone who looked like Giro Lamo before in Azabu-Juban. At that time, he was parked by the side of the road in a red sports convertible, sitting on the hood with both hands in his pants pockets, exuding a “bad boy” aura, and talking with a few foreigners. I was out walking with my husband and didn’t check if it was really him before moving on.

 

Another time, on the Yamanote Line, I saw someone who looked just like Giro Lamo standing with his back against the door. He was wearing sunglasses, so I couldn’t see his eyes, but he had the same “bad boy” feel with his hands in his pants pockets. At that time, I didn’t know Giro Lamo personally, so I didn’t think to approach him to verify.