I am somewhat bruised after a foolhardy encounter with young people but let me talk about my lunch first.The cafeteria at work is really good. It serves local produce cooked by wonderful Okinawans.
I have to eat next to my computer due to general inefficiency and having a deadline. Not
withstanding I have a marvellous meal. It is a kerry oot and costs around $5.
The second story. The Islanders play in Naha. It is St Patrick’s weekend. Students and young people rent a bus to go down.
“Why don’t you come with us? Then you could have a drink sure.”
This is an offer anyone brought up in Britain cannot refuse. The alternative is drinking sarsaparilla all night to maintain the clear head whilst all those around you are losing theirs.
I got back to my house at 2:45. I still feel weak.