After Two Days in the Desert Sun, My Skin Began to Turn Red

Horse with no name

Horse with no name

So Ben and I set off early Thursday morning to explore the Keramas, a  group of 22 islands located about 45 kilometres southwest of where I live. We did no really know where we were going other than we had visited one of the islands 2 years ago and thus had a general geographical concept of their whereabouts.https://quietripple.wordpress.com/2011/08/18/%E2%80%9Cgod-gave-us-memory-so-that-we-might-have-roses-in-december-%E2%80%9D/

We took a couple of tins of Spam, some squid and rice and some beer. We also bought lots of water being very conscious of the necessity of rehydrating ourselves but we left it in the fridge.

There was a gentle following wind that wafted up slowly but ineluctably Southwest. We pass turtles, schools of tuna and watch the coast line of Okinawa gently slip by. The sea is blue, the sky is blue, the sun is white hot.

Ben at the helm early in the day

Ben at the helm early in the day

We cannot see the Keramas but are confident that they will loom up in front of us at some stage.

Slow boat to Tokashiki.

Slow boat to Tokashiki.

Sure enough at about 3:00 in the afternoon, islands do appear that we take to be the two main islands of the Keramas, Tokashiki and Zamami.

We are completely wrong. These are just baby islands . The big boys are another 15 kms away.

We are completely wrong. These are just baby islands . The big boys are another 15 kms away.

By now we have had a lot of sun exposure and Ben adjusts his clothing

Not so, my lord; I am too much i' the sun.

Not so, my lord; I am too much i’ the sun.

My old-man-post-operation leg.

My old-man-post-operation leg.

Notwithstanding by 5:30 we make it to a tiny island just off the northern tip of Tokashiki. We now use the mighty Tophatsu to bring us into a lost beach. Rain squalls are to the right of us and rain squalls are to the left us, giving a very eery light.

https://www.google.co.jp/maps/place/26%C2%B013’57.7%22N+127%C2%B022’14.1%22E/@26.23269,127.3705751,8210m/data=!3m1!1e3!4m2!3m1!1s0x0:0x0?hl=en

Dileas makes landfall. Note the turtle tracks, which were everywhere on all the beaches we camped on

Dileas makes landfall. Note the turtle tracks, which were everywhere on all the beaches we camped on

I name this beach Glass Balls

I name this beach Glass Balls

Ancient Turtle worship fetish

Ancient Turtle worship fetish

I do not think anyone has been on this beach for many years. The jetsam has an antique quality, vide big glass floats.

Make up your own caption.

Make up your own caption.

After 10 hours in an open boat in the blazing sun, we think it a luxury to eat some Spam with runcible spoons, lie down on our mats and sleep. We have no tent, sleeping bags. Who needs them? It is 30 degrees.

We made it.

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3 Responses to After Two Days in the Desert Sun, My Skin Began to Turn Red

  1. Rosemary says:

    Factor 15 at least Ben. The future is out there waiting to get you. Really like your boobs!

  2. calder Ian says:

    The old man trusts wholly to slow contrivance and gradual progression; the youth expects to force his way by genius, vigour, and precipitance. The old man pays regard to riches, and the youth reverences virtue. The old man defies prudence; the youth commits himself to magnanimity and chance. The young man, who intends no ill, believes that none is intended, and therefore acts with openness and candour: but his father, having suffered the injuries of fraud, is impelled to suspect, and too often allured to practice it. Age looks with anger on the temerity of youth, and youth with contempt on the scrupulosity of age.

    I guess that’s it

    Ian

  3. Mike Taylor says:

    The owl and the pussy cat went to sea in a beautiful pea-green boat, they…forgot the water.

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