Another typhoon passes by. Luckily the worst and it seems to be bad, goes well North of Okinawa.
Notwithstanding, there is a lot of wind and rain.
Lots of birds shelter from the wind.
Tim and Mary are leaving and return to London at the end of the month. Boo hoo! A party is thrown in their honour. It is great to see lots of old OIST buddies again. There is a 15ish piece brass dance band from the University of the Ryukyus. They are called Mojo and are fantastic but very, very loud. I have become increasingly uncomfortable in places with high volume noise, I mean music. It reminds me of the trenches.
Okinawa never ceases to surprise! To celebrate Arisa’s birthday, we go to a discrete French restaurant lost in a maze of tiny streets in Ginowan. I have never heard of this place. https://www.google.com/maps/place/Bistro+Lierre+Blanc+IIemail@example.com,127.7740442,1429m/data=!3m1!1e3!4m5!3m4!1s0x34e512dab78cf0dd:0x9ea4f5260552b726!8m2!3d26.2897569!4d127.7762284
We have a wonderful meal!
So unexpected. We have the best time!
Buying octopus is a lottery. You go to the fish market but there are none to be had. https://www.google.com/maps/place/Tomari+Fish+Marketfirstname.lastname@example.org,127.6780316,1428m/data=!3m2!1e3!4b1!4m5!3m4!1s0x34e56a2ad8b579c7:0x5f5e66c400a87fa1!8m2!3d26.229966!4d127.6806238
Then you go back a few days later and there are lots. I have not been able to establish a pattern.
I always feel so much better when there is a huge octopus in the freezer!
I used to love octopus, then I saw My Octopus Teacher and had second thoughts.
I hate myself