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I fly from Okinawa to Tokyo to Frankfurt to Geneva. I get to Geneva at 7:50 on Tuesday morning having left Okinawa at 7:00 on Monday evening. Perfect trip – every flight on time. Geneva is cold and very grey. … Continue reading →

“I saw England’s King from the top of a bus I don’t know him still he seems to know us.” I was reminded of these lines from “The Mountains of Morne” when I met the Emperor and Empress of Japan … Continue reading →

I have a housewarming party. I plan a roof top, beach dance party  but forget it is getting on for the end of November and for once Okinawa lets me down by producing a truly miserable day. It rains, gusts … Continue reading →

Noah offered the MacNeil clan chief a place on the Ark, but the MacNeil turned down the offer, saying that he had a boat of his own. The MacNeils clan stronghold is Kishmul Castle in  Barra. The castle is in … Continue reading →

I remember taking the boys to school many years ago only to find that the road was blocked by an overturned tanker of Beaujolais Nouveau. At the  time I lived in France close to le Beaujolais. It was 7:30 on … Continue reading →

So, the last  few days. I have a lunch on Saturday. That night  is the 7th anniversary of the Smugglers Irish Pub. Some Hibisci I get up the next day, Sunday, and go diving. I go to Tokyo I come … Continue reading →

I never really entertained the possibility that Obama would be beaten by Romney until a couple of days before the election. Then I was brought into the overall looniness by the lamentable media coverage. “To Close to Call! Neck and … Continue reading →

So, I go to an event at Shuri Castle.  The limo driver does strange hand jive gestures all the way there and I worry whether he is about to have a breakdown. However I finally connect the gestures to his … Continue reading →

These are the words that bounce around my skull as I head off to the paddy fields of Kin. What birds will I see, perhaps what new birds will I see? The day before I had been to Tokyo and … Continue reading →

So I think I mentioned in a previous post that Tigh na Mara has no oven. Japanese don’t do ovens.  I have to have an oven. I consulted  my learned brother Ian as to which way I should go.  Ian … Continue reading →