So I set off on an adventure. I am early for the boat so I set off on the bike to find a restaurant. I am on the East side of Okinawa, just across the road from a fishing port.There is a restaurant.  Hmmm, good place to eat I grunt.

There is an anchor outside

I am very hot and sweaty from cycling and I order a beer.

Nymph in thy Orions be all my sins remembered

The menu is all in Japanese. I order something. I have absolutely no idea what I will get. This is wild because in er, like, normal life we are defined by what we choose. Which car, which jeans, which music, which political party, he can’t be a man cos he doesn’t smoke the same cigarettes as me.

In Okinawa, I am childlike and love it. I stab at the menu : the waitress says “Hai!!” I am not what I choose.

This is what I get.

Quelle surprise!

Chicken fried steak, fries, Milton Keynes Chinese Restaurant soup. I have not eaten anything like this for 5 months.

No, you can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
You can’t always get what you want
And if you try sometime you find
You get what you need

I am not what I choose. What liberation!