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So it had never really dawned on me before but here in Okinawa I can get nearly all the ingredients to make a very amazing Paella. Paella and Okinawan food just seemed light years apart and there is certainly nothing … Continue reading →

It is Sunday. Okinawa is at its best being sunny, hot and colored. It take the boat out. There is not a lot of wind but there is enough to power the Scaffie over the reef and into the the … Continue reading →

“Rain, rain go to Spain don’t come back till washing day.” Chanting this is one of my earliest memories. This was probably induced by living on the Wets coast of Scotland where it rains every day and it is thus … Continue reading →

I realize that I have not posted for some time. When there is misery and pain at work, there is a resultant fall off in blog luminosity. Last night, however, I join the elegant Rumi san and some friends to … Continue reading →

I sail out to the diving place just in front of my house. This place is celebrated for having lots of coral replanting projects, tons of Bat Fish and many different species of Clown Fish. It was a sad dive. … Continue reading →

Oh no! I have no lamb! I run to the computer and order my usual fix. This is a half lamb from my munificent dealer Baticrom. https://quietripple.wordpress.com/2017/04/27/rescue/ I do not notice that the standard dose at Baticrom is no longer a … Continue reading →

So, thank you once again Japan for your public holidays. After a troubled week, the great Shinto Gods reward us with Ocean Day. This means that we got Saturday, Sunday and Monday to splash around in the paddling pool or … Continue reading →

Things have been tough at OIST this week. But I can watch sunsets. Wordsworth.

I have mentioned that the Octopus store has been made over. It is now gleaming and just a touch soulless.  Still great fun,  however they clearly cater for the tourist trade which makes we Okinawans look down our noses a … Continue reading →

I cannot stop thinking about Norfolk Gypsies. These are boats made in England, one of which has turned up on the dockside of Miyako Jima, an island a couple of hundred kilometers from here. I yearn for her tragically. The … Continue reading →