My Most Embarrassing (And Gross) Travel Mistake

by SharonKurheg

A long while ago, my husband Joe wrote about his most embarrassing travel mistake. I never paid back the favor with my own embarrassing travel story but hey, why not? Just as his embarrassing trip involved Japan, so is mine, albeit a different situation and, in fact, an entirely different trip.

Background info

Before we start, I had to say that I am an admitted coffee snob. It needs to be the right flavor, the right color, have the right amount of sweetener, not be too old, etc., or I’ll say, “ew.” I’ll still drink it, but I won’t enjoy it and I’ll probably b**ch and moan the whole time ;-). Life got a whole lot better when Starbucks spread to practically everywhere and instead of asking for a “medium coffee, very, very light and very, very sweet” (can you tell I’m from NYC?) and hoping it’d come out OK, I could ask for a “tall blonde in a grande cup” and then add the sweetener and dairy stuff myself so it’d be perfect (that changed after Covid, since Starbs doesn’t leave the milk carafes out anymore, but I deal).

But this story happened in Japan in 2009, while we were staying at a ryokan (Japanese B&B, but they give you breakfast AND dinner…or at least the places where we stayed did) in the middle of nowhere. There were no Starbs to save me.

Breakfast in the ryokan

So it was breakfast time at the ryokan. The meal in our room included fried eggs, Vienna sausages, a variety of breads and spreads, OJ, coffee and salad and soup (salad and soup with breakfast is a very “Japanese” thing. The soup was cream of something…not bad though…actually comforting, since it was so cold in the room!). The coffee came with two teeny-tiny itsy-bitsy creamers that must’ve held, like 1/4 teaspoon, but in milliliters.
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It was TINY, y’all!

But since this wasn’t the first time I had been through a situation like this in Japan, I was prepared and had looked up how to ask for more in my Japanese-English dictionary. So when the server lady came into our room, I said, “Mo sukoshi miru-ku, kudasai?” (“A little more milk, please?”), with my best deer-in-the-headlights look (I should just patent “that” look by now, for all the times I’ve successfully used it on international trips where I didn’t speak the language). She smiled and said…something…in Japanese (I strongly hoped it was something to the effect of, “Sure, hold on just a sec, and I’ll go and get you a decent amount!”), then left.

After some anticipation-filled minutes (did she understand me and would she come back?), my milk savior returned!…with two more teeny-tiny itsy-bitsy creamers. So now instead of a half of teaspoon worth, I had maybe about a full teaspoon of the white stuff.

SO disappointing!

Oh, and to add insult to injury, it turned out that IT WASN’T EVEN MILK! It was non-dairy creamer! Grosser than gross! Needless to say, I bought a canned ko-hee (the Japanese word for coffee – they sell canned coffee in vending machines just about everywhere) that morning.

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But we still had one more breakfast to go.

So I got smart and at dinner that night, I asked Haruko, the girl who served us our evening meal (she spoke a smattering of English so it was much easier to communicate with her than the woman who had given us our breakfast), if I could get real milk somewhere (we had a fridge in the room). She said they sold it in the ryokan’s gift shop.

I checked and saw they had larger containers (about 8oz) and smaller ones (about 4oz). I double-checked with Haruko and she said the smaller ones were yogurt. OK, no problem, I’d get a larger one.

Finally! Milk!

So I went to buy the milk and saw that different containers had different caps. The brown-capped one had brown-colored milk, so I figured it must be chocolate, and the other two had white milk and either a blue or a red cap. I couldn’t read the labels but I figured blue was skim milk because that what it was at home, so I got a bottle of the red-capped milk, because hey, I’m on VACATION so the calories and fat of what must be whole milk don’t count, right?

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The next morning

The next morning, breakfast started. I put my milk in my coffee, took a sip and it just tasted…wrong. It was way too sweet and seemed to have an almost…sour(?)…aftertaste. So I asked Joe to try it – he took a sip and said the coffee tasted fine. OK, maybe it’s just me. So we finished the meal and since he knows I don’t like to drink milk by itself (unless it’s chocolate milk), Joe started to drink the leftover milk straight from the bottle. Hmm…. He told me to try it, so I did. It tasted like…berries? Joe went downstairs while we finished packing and when he came up, he said he checked with the woman in the gift shop.

I had bought strawberry milk.

The brown-capped one was chocolate milk, the blue-capped one was regular milk, and the red-capped one was strawberry milk.

So I put strawberry milk into my coffee.

Awesomesauce.

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Breads, fruit, eggs, salad, potato salad…and strawberry milk for my coffee

So there you have it, y’all. Just because something is one way where you live, don’t assume it’s the same way everywhere. If you do, you may wind up with a mouthful of strawberry-flavored coffee. Trust me… it’s pretty gross!

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1 comment

Jinxed_K July 11, 2024 - 9:37 am

Canned coffee is definitely my go-to drink in Japan, alongside calpis and the various milk teas available.
Over the years I noticed they went from having just one flavor to everything from black, less sweet, normal, more sweet and everything in between.

The brown bottles there are labeled ‘coffee milk’ so if you drank it expecting chocolate milk, you’d probably have a slight shock at the flavor like you did with the ‘fruit milk’ =) The smaller yellow bottles are purin (akin to flan) and the green ones are yogurt.
Also whole milk in Japan comes in heavier varieties with 4% or higher milkfat so it’s noticeably thicker than whole milk in the US.

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