A Man for All Seasons

Well, rainy season really. Ever since I got here in March, it has rained. Mostly fairly gentle stuff, but enough to give me an excuse for not doing much and also for the promotion of wonderful flowering trees.

Iju! the hillsides are covered.
The hills are alive.
This is called Getto, Shell Ginger in English, It is everywhere.
Ancient Okinawa tree, recently pollarded. If you look carefully you can spot new growth. It will come back.

A slight diversion from rain: my goal during my stay in Okinawa is to gain weight. Subsequent to ailments I was left a bag of bones. After decades of doctors hectoring me with, “You must stop drinking, go on strict diet and be very miserable.” I now get,” Neil san you must eat and drink much more, especially very fattening stuff.”

I go on a soba binge. Luckily there are two restaurants that only serve soba within easy walking distance. I reason that the combination of the exercise walking to the restaurant and ensuing gluttony will be very good for me.

The first place is new. I think it has only been open for a couple of months. It opens only at lunch time and doles out wonderful steaming bowls of soba.

Yum! 3 different chunks of meltingly soft pork, tasty broth, a couple of slices of fishcake on top of perfectly cooked homemade soba. It is so good 1000 yen or $6 for amazing home cooked handmade food.

The second restaurant is ancient and famous, Soba Ya Gon.

So confident are they of their clientele that they have no sign – ‘Good wine needs no bush’ you know.

Spot the restaurant.

It is a wonderful place with adorable staff who grin and laugh their way through the day.

Menu. No hamburgers here.
The best! You cannot see the noodles but all the soba is hand rolled on a maiden’s thigh.

I like to go to Soba Ya Gon as the itinerary reminds me of the triangular trade route, so much achieved with minimum effort. After wonderful lunch, I wander over to the Union supermarket. Union only does business in Okinawa I think. They only accept cash.

https://www.google.com/maps/place/Union/@26.2876727,127.7530762,234m/data=!3m1!1e3!4m6!3m5!1s0x34e51332fedfc04f:0x5a605b912dd2c8c4!8m2!3d26.2880689!4d127.7533056!16s%2Fg%2F1tdcd3rr?entry=ttu&g_ep=EgoyMDI2MDUyMC4wIKXMDSoASAFQAw%3D%3D

Anyway, I stock up on sashimi and such and set off home. I take the wonderful path by the little stream that meanders through the apartments.

Nice walk home.

Another delight is the opportunity to visit the excellent bakery that lies adjacent to the path.

I reach home with swollen muscles from the exercise, swollen stomach from the soma, swollen bag with sashimi and pastries. Good circuit.

Back to the rainy season; Saturday night brings impressive rain.

Splish,splash
Gush

Next morning, today, I rush to the marina to see if the boat has sunk. Not so, she has retaliated fiercely but the water has made it in nonetheless.

I love my little pump

More rain predicted.

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