I go to Ginoza. I have had a message from a Swiss artist who has just finished an art, dance thing at the Garaman Hall

https://www.google.com/maps/place/Garaman+Hall/@26.4811794,127.9389929,10721m/data=!3m1!1e3!4m10!1m2!2m1!1sconcert+hall+near+Ginoza,+Okinawa!3m6!1s0x34e5009e6baf52f9:0xf7077421c428be3e!8m2!3d26.4811794!4d127.9771017!15sCiFjb25jZXJ0IGhhbGwgbmVhciBHaW5vemEsIE9raW5hd2GSAQtldmVudF92ZW51ZeABAA!16s%2Fg%2F1tg_jc_5?entry=ttu&g_ep=EgoyMDI0MTAxNi4wIKXMDSoASAFQAw%3D%3D

The piece is called Kizuna https://garaman-works.com/works/works-14271/

I missed it but offered to drive Cedric to the airport as he was leaving the next day. So amazing to meet Cedric, to whom I gave a job at CERN 30 years ago, in the tiny town of Ginoza!

Just outside the apartment where I was to pick Cedric up, there is a carpet made from lots of brightly colored somethings.

The amazing Okinawan lady explains that there is a island-wide initiative to collect all the screw on tops from plastic bottles so they can be recycled. She washes hers!

The road South to the airport passes the rice/taro fields of Kin. We birdwatch.

The next day, Arisa and I go for a traditional Okinawan breakfast.

Can you spot the American influence on Okinawan cuisine?

I am still waiting for my new jib to arrive.