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On the island of er tokasuku, tungnagusuku, tolumnaka, tilanakatoka, I can’t remember, there is a camp site. The sign at the entry of this site is below. That should get the punters pouring in.

  3 dives. This really is it. My fantasy of what scuba diving is, happens in the seas around er T????????????. Ben and I are picked up by a pick-up and off to the port. H???????? and G??????????? are our … Continue reading →

It is a great thing to be able to remember stuff, especially in Japan. Unfortunately I can’t. Well to be precise I cannot remember names. Ben and I go away for the weekend to an island some miles to the … Continue reading →

So as London burns, here in Okinawa the burning is more restrained – essentially it is limited to big trees stuffed into the nobori-gama  – check previous post: https://quietripple.wordpress.com/2011/04/06/harry-potter/ Fortunes smiles as, now quite good buddy Yamada san, asks Ben to do … Continue reading →

Sorry for long silence but we have just been through one big Typhoon, which amongst other stuff cut the internet connection for several days. This was a schoolboy dream as at 11:30 0n Thursday there was an announcement at work … Continue reading →

So son Ben comes to stay. Straight off the plane into the sea and he completes his open water diving training in record time. He is like a, er, fish to batter, um snail to garlic, like lobster to creel, … Continue reading →

So I set off for the airport in a big  “I am going to miss my plane ” rush. I remember that on leaving Okinawa nearly all the French community and Jan the Man, with the wild eyed look of … Continue reading →

A brief stay in France to try to tie up the many loose ends that were left over since my departure last year. Anyone who has been around me recently will have noticed how I drone on relentlessly about how … Continue reading →

So you will probably guess fairly rapidly that I am not in Okinawa. I will leave you to guess in which country I am. Some clues; 23 hours travel from Okinawa, limited diving, people hacked off, police and politicians either … Continue reading →

Is the noise that a can of ice cold coffee makes as it tumbles into the dispatching zone of a drinks dispenser. Okinawa is the land of a thousand drink dispensers. On nearly every street corner there is a machine … Continue reading →