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I cannot contain my happiness. Japan beats South Africa! I am so proud of my semi adopted homeland. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V37Ko4pvioA The kids around here play a lot of touch rugby and obviously love it. https://quietripple.wordpress.com/2014/08/19/fiddler-on-the-roof/ Who is next? Did you say … Continue reading →

Well, the wind was not that bad but it blew strong straight onshore for days. This made trying to sail to remote islands er sort of not doable indeed dangerous. The sea outside the reef was big, powerful and heaving, … Continue reading →

James brings me a  holy mermaid. I mount her on the boat. The big project of   James’ visit is to hie it the 40 miles South West, across the wild and wistful ocean, to the mysterious Kerama Islands. Once … Continue reading →

So, it rains. This gives us the opportunity to head North to track down the Okinawan Rail, the rarest bird in the world, like around here. The Japanese name is Yanburu Kuina. We check out tombs. We take along hike … Continue reading →

James is here!  Hooray! We sail. We dive. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AOuKp7mkUzk https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V0WcBA_MBQ4 I am on vacation.

I finish repairing and scrubbing the Scaffie fairly early and so I go for a ramble to inhale some Okinawan low yo, yo stuff. I drive past a building site. A new viaduct is being constructed to improve traffic flow. … Continue reading →

So, I have had a wonderful project on going for the last couple of weeks. Well since the mast went overboard.  I have to replace the mast thwart in such a manner that it will not blow out again. I … Continue reading →

So, there is no point trying to hide it any longer, to myself or to everyone else, whom had probably guessed it anyway.   I have to come out. Yes, I am fat.  I am glad to be fat. I … Continue reading →

I go out for my after work sail. It is windy and generally glorious. We hum along and I take poor photos of the sunset. I am beating back against a stiff breeze and a reasonable chop when the mast, … Continue reading →

At the height of the British slave plantations in the West Indies, insouciant owners would come home to find a white cockerel with a slit throat hanging and bleeding  all over their front door. Voodoo! Tonight I come home to find strange … Continue reading →