I finish repairing and scrubbing the Scaffie fairly early and so I go for a ramble to inhale some Okinawan low yo, yo stuff. I drive past a building site. A new viaduct is being constructed to improve traffic flow. Here is how the Okinawans explain it to passers-by.
Onna son, the community in which I live, declares that the bridge will make living here even more ecstatic. Notice playfulness of local government annoucements.
This one says that the new bridge will reduce CO2 and make bluebirds happy. Notice the flowers that the construction workers have laced around the sign.
After that, I visit the river that delineates the frontier between Onna son and Yomitan. Lots of stuff happening.
My friend the Kingfisher. I think there are 4 on the river/stream.
What is this?
It is Obon, look it up. There is a carnival of Eisa dancing, look it up, on the main street of Yomitan.
In the streets
Where does this come from?
Hello ancestors
The street is crammed with dancers. It is 32 degrees with high humidity.
Learning the tradition
Hibiscus
Ben
After that I tow the Scaffie to Chioya port and set her free. Check out the video:
Yep, the moon is full.
Okinawa.
The Quiet Ripple Defines The Pond 