A short night’s sleep following musical stuff in Naha.
I am very curious about the Black-naped Tern. I feel great affinity with them. They like me live perched on the sea and seem happy to wheel around fishing. I feel we could be good friends.
I spend nearly all day in the boat. The weather is perfect. It is Sunday and I have no left over work to make me feel guilt. I take off on a cruise down to Maeda to inspect a tug that has been anchored there the last few days.
From there I head back to Tern land on the cliffs of Cape Zampa. I am a very poor fisherman being unable to control rods and reels. Various attempts end up with hopelessly tangled line. I can just about manage some line wrapped around a stick with a hook on the end.
I then spend several hours stalking the Tern in a rocking boat with a 300mm lens. The water is as clear, as clear, as clear can be, the sky is as blue, as blue can be, the sea is as warm, as warm, as warm can be. I take photos, splosh into the sea for a spot of fish watching and then more photos. I am in one of the most inaccessible places in Okinawa at the foot of unscalable cliffs but the combination of shallow draught boat, baby Chinese motor and perfectly calm sea opens the window of er opportunity.