Cashmore continues his Asian tour by playing a couple of gigs at OIST. These straddle a weekend and another Japanese National holiday. We have time to frolic.
After a very dramatic sail with much potential drowning,
We console ourselves at the best restaurant in the world.
Saturday too windy for boating, alas. We clean the beach.
Very pagan dinner with Octopus, whelks and scorched lamb.
Birdwatching replaced sailing.
On Monday, we went hunting the rail. The Okinawan Rail is one of the world’ rarest birds as it only lives in a small area of northern Okinawa. There are only 217.75 left.
We scoured the places where I have previously spotted the Yanbaru Kuina, Okinawan for Okinawan Rail, don’t you know, without success. Just as it is getting too dark to see, Roger howls. I dread he has had a stroke, but no, he has seen the rail thus gaining entrance into one of the most exclusive clubs.
Lots of fun.