So I have doubtless done a very stupid thing but, as I have probably mentioned before, no risk, no fun. The safe option, the trip carefully planned, the ferry booked in advance, leads to each adventure being reduced to frantically trying to join up pre-established dots. No fun in that. Mike Tyson had it right about planning. “Everybody has a plan until they get punched in the mouth.”
Actually, I am getting a little off subject here. Yesterday I went to Miyako Jima and bought a wreck. I aim to restore her to something like her former glory but who knows this may be a good daydream but an excruciating reality
It is pouring with rain in Miyako. Taguchi san, the owner, and I look at the boat in a disconsolate way, both of us understanding the depth of human folly. The rain and overall dreichness is the perfect setting. We have to wait for the wonderful Samae san who has agreed to interpret. Eventually the rain is so strong that we go and sit in Taguchi san’s car. I have a very strong Scottish flashback; sitting in drenched wool, in old car on desolate harbor side, waiting for the rain to stop.
Anyway we all go to have Soba.
There are many difficulties ahead. I have to arrange transportation to Okinawa, install the boat at a marina, find people who can fix the motor, the electrics, get new sails, all in Japanese. This should keep me busy.
After the business part, Saemi san takes me for a short drive around Miyako in the driving rain.