I don’t think I will come back to Okinawa in August. It is just too hot. I will stay in California or maybe Scotland. As the boat is still unwell, I have little to do and I begin to feel disenchanted with my beloved island. I also get food poisoning.

Not to worry, my general spleen is soon chased away by the wonderful Okinawans.

I donate my collection of Irish music CDs, which has been sitting in a cupboard in San Francisco for 10 years, to a young couple who are devotees of genre. https://www.facebook.com/irishbandnina/ They are so pleased and grateful.

They give me beautiful fruit from their garden.

I have to go up to Onna son to get some beautiful bowls from potter friend Saora san.

Tomomi san and Shinobu san join us for a fantastic meal. We go to the best restaurant in the world. I used to go here a lot and the two ladies who run the place became firm friends. I have not been back since I moved down to Ginowan – big mistake. They now have a website with English! http://www.kukurunoyado.com

Every thing we eat and drink is either grown or caught by Ishigaki san, Noda san or her husband whose name I have forgotten, so we will call him Mr Noda. They also do all the cooking.

We then get Goya Champuru and Okinawan vegetables.

What hospitality, what a welcome, what a meal, what a great evening!

So heartwarming, my delight in Okinawa is restored.