It is Sunday. Okinawa is at its best being sunny, hot and colored. It take the boat out. There is not a lot of wind but there is enough to power the Scaffie over the reef and into the the deep blue sea.
I sail way out and sail back in again, like the grand old Duke of York. On the the way home, I spy Alisa and Harry. They are liberating a buoy as what tells you where the reef starts. Its rope had snagged on some coral, which had dragged it under water.
We then all clamber into the Scaffie and go for another voyage. After a while the sun burn is too awful and we go back to shore. Wonderful afternoon.
I cook Paella and the head out again to watch the sunset.
Summer in Okinawa.
,!!****!!, you lummox loon, I am sending you a wide brimmed hat.
Yes, pretty much sums me up. In self defense this photo was taken long after sundown and I had worn a hat throughout the day. Honest.