It is Saturday so I go to the Fish Market at Toya.
That is enough of that. The guys have come to slash the undergrowth that has been encroaching steadily around the house. Sometimes it is difficult to get out of the front door.
During the proceedings my neighbor, Nagahama san, comes to chat. I notice that he is carrying a samurai sword. This is quite unusual on Okinawa. I try not to mention it but after some very rare mime patterns I understand that he wants me to come to his house to look at his Samurai armor.
So, I am not sure what to make of this.
Anyway, the guys slash energetically in the heat and humility.
I like my new garden.