Louis Pasteur

The best cure for rabies is to buy a truck. I remember seeing this in a TV program in the 1960s about Louis Pasteur. Lo it is true as I took delivery of my Daihatsu HiJet this morning and I have stopped biting people.  I am deeply in love with my truck. She has everything I look for in a partner.

She waits for me.

She waits for me.

She is very reliable, she loves adventures, she is good in the garden. She  does not paint her face an inch thick but relies on her robust health and sturdy frame to gain favor. She is very social, having already struck up a good relationship with Dileas.

I pay the owner.

I pay the owner.

Ready to go out with Dileas

Ready to go out with Dileas

Captain Hook

Captain Hook

She has a hell of a hook, together with a most straightforward face.

She  does not jig and amble, and  lisp, nor nickname God’s creatures

She does not jig, amble, and lisp, nor nickname God’s creatures

I know we will be very happy.

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Rabies

Rabies is endemic in the Calder family. In my case, it recurs every 2 or 3 years and I have to chain myself to the radiator until it passes. I have it now and do not feel well. However I drag myself out this morning to attach the engine mount to Dileas’ bottom.  Essentially this is very easy as the nice boat company sent me a template so that I knew where to drill the holes.

I am amazed by wireless drills

I am amazed by wireless drills

There is a lot of spring activity.

Never seen this before. Just passing by on the other side of the road

Never seen this before. Just passing by on the other side of the road

Butterflies are starting to re-appear

Butterflies are starting to re-appear

Anyway the engine mount comes with long, threaded bolts. I do not have a socket set that would allow me to do this quickly so have to use a spanner, which takes forever. Not to worry as I can do what I like to do, which is look at what is happening.

A tiny Okinawan bee

A tiny Okinawan bee

I have a mount

I have a mount

 

Fly away home

Fly away home

Then I go back to the radiator.

 

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Sowing Tares

I cannot adjust to the growing cycle in Okinawa. Now is harvest time for stuff like potatoes and cabbage, also for sugar cane. There seems to be two ways of harvesting sugar cane, the easy way and the hard way. The hard way is to chop it down with  a sugar cane hatchet, strip of foliage with same tool and chop it into lengths. The next fitness craze?

Choose your hatchet

Choose your hatchet

The easy way is to buy a sugar cane combine harvester. It munches the cane in at the front and excretes it bagged through the posterior.

It sort of sits back when it excretes

It sort of sits back when it excretes

Anyway, in my secret garden I had the most beautiful display of Busy Lizzies – huge globes of red, pink, white er, red and white and er pink and white. I have rarely seen such healthy plants. The ground display was matched by a roof of Brugsmansia trumpets. All in all very pleasing but strange because it was February.

Happy days

Happy days

Over the last few days the Busy Lizzies have suddenly fallen sick and withered. I of course thought frost but then reminded myself not to be silly. It does however look very much like frost damage.

I think an enemy came to my garden and sowed tares

I think an enemy came to my garden and sowed tares

Off to the local gardening shop to get new plants. This place is one of my favorites.  I love the strange tools.

The Okinawans do not have scythes but cut hay and undergrowth with tiny hand sickles.

The Okinawans do not have scythes but cut hay and undergrowth with tiny hand sickles.

Now is the time to plant Goya.

Goya is almost the only vegetable that can resist the Summer heat

Goya is almost the only vegetable that can resist the Summer heat

The Peasant's Revolt

The Peasant’s Revolt

 

De rigeur when gardening

De rigeur when gardening

I have a good clean up in the garden and do some replanting. Nothing so becomes a man as horticulture.

Geraniums, petunia, lobelia. Not very exotic.

Geraniums, petunia, lobelia. Not very exotic.

 

 

 

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Crimea River

Monday started well when at 5:11 in the morning an earthquake er blew, arrived, happened, earthquaked about 100 km Northwest of my bed, in which I was sleeping at the time.  The quake was 6.7 on the Burt Richter scale. This meant that things heaved around seriously for quite a long time.

My bed is about 5 meters above sea level and I thought that, given the bigboyedness of the quake, that here would probably  be an accompanying tsunami. So I got up and looked out of the window. I couldn’t see anything so I went back to bed.

“Magnitude 6.7 earthquake strikes off Japanese island of Okinawa!”  Daily Beast

Anyway I went back to sleep. Soon after, a cat jumped on my bed. He was a nice cat, ginger with a white belly, who soon started to purr. I wondered how he had got in but figured that it really did not matter as it was clear he had adopted me. He let me tickle him under the chin and he purred afresh. He laid on his back and I tickled his tummy which resulted in a moment of cat warm human purr everything cosy moment. We both went to sleep.

My cat

My cat

No cat when I woke up, no doors or windows open.

Ham bone

Ham bone

 

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Down the Broom

So an interesting day.

I struggled with the rudder of my boat for most of the morning. There is a rope to raise it and a rope to lower it. I have to rig this set-up and find it beyond my intellect. However my engine mount arrives from the States,  which is exciting.

The Gatehouse Maid

The Gatehouse Maid

Then I go to pick up a remarkable man: Ohyama sensei. He is here to lead a musical dialogue at the university. A dialogue, in this usage, is a performance of a piece, followed by discussion with the audience on the structure, social context, drugs taken, which brought about the music.

http://www.heiichiro.jp/index.html

Anyway, he played the Cello suite No 1 by J S Bach and talked about it. Very good.

Ohyama sensei is a great guy and I would like to go on the batter with him around the pubs of Tiger Bay in  Cardiff.

I then went to Zakimi-sho a castle near my house. They have lit it up for a reason not explained.

The Five Mile Chase

The Five Mile Chase

The Lilies of the Field

The Lilies of the Field

Sailing into Walpole's Marsh

Sailing into Walpole’s Marsh

The Bag of Spuds

The Bag of Spuds

The Old Copperplate

The Old Copperplate

The sap is rising

 

 

 

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Rogues

It being the first of March and a beautiful Saturday morning I think of shoes.

I don’t know where this comes from but I have always believed that proper shoes are lace-ups with leather soles.

Real shoes

Real shoes

Slip-on shoes with grotesque names such as, pumps or loafers, were only worn by spivs and wide-boys.

Spivvish, I wonder if this word has Yiddish origin? "The origin of the word is obscure. According to Eric Partridge[1] the word was originally racecourse slang,"

Spivvish, I wonder if this word has Yiddish origin?
“The origin of the word is obscure. According to Eric Partridge[1] the word was originally racecourse slang,”

Anyway stationed out here in Japan, one has to take one’s shoes off very frequently and indeed put them back on again in a vaguely unbroken symmetry. This makes lace-up shoes tedious and worse, due to age, I find I have to sit or kneel  to tie my laces. Whereas with slip-on shoes you just er slip them on. The result is a strong swing to the spiv in my footwear. My Father would not approve.

During the first Protestant plantations of Ulster in 1610, it was discovered that most of the families had no shoes. The Governor sent back to Glasgow asking for a thousand pairs of brogues. Brogues through the chinese-whisper effect became rogues and the jails of the west of Scotland were emptied and the produce sent to Ulster.

A hermit crab on my morning beach clean.

A hermit crab on my morning beach clean.

The dentist here is such fun!

The dentist here is such fun!

 

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Think I’ll Pack it in and Buy a Pick-up part 2

Pack it in, er no but buy  a pick-up, hell yeah!  Well actually I might have to pack it in as a result of buying a pick-up.

To launch my boat I have to tow it on  a trailer to the local fishing harbor, a distance of almost 2 kilometers. I then will back the trailer down a launching ramp into the water and when the boat floats off I pull the trailer back up the ramp. I have to remember to tie the boat up somehow or else it will float off whilst I am stashing the trailer, you know.

It is apparently impossible to attach a tow bar to my Nissan. So I have to buy a car to enable me to tow the boat around. I will then have to get a new house with a bigger parking lot. To do this I will have to get a better paid job.

650cc of raw power

650cc of raw power

I cut a deal, with the help of the noble Gakiya san, whereby I will buy the truck if they attach a tow bar. We, the seller and I, cut our palms and mix our blood in an energetic, pumping handshake, standing on one leg. Tradition is strong in Okinawa.

The Hijet will redefine the baby size truck

The Hijet will redefine the baby size truck

I have always wanted a pick-up.

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Give a Little Whistle

You may wonder why these posts are not dominated by my travels around the East China Sea in the good ship Dileas. Well there are several slaps and stiles that I have to cross first. I have to register the boat. This is complex involving lots of paperwork, which I could never have done without the help of the very gracious Arisa san. There is then an inspection by boat specialist san, which is coming right up.

To pass the inspection, the boat needs equipment. 3 life jackets, a life buoy, lots of ropes, an anchor with chain, a black sphere, a black cone, a light, a red bucket and a whistle. I gather this together but realize that I have forgotten the whistle. I rush off to the 100 yen store where you can buy anything for you guessed it, 100 yen.

I mime blowing a whistle  repeatedly to smiling but confused assistant. She finally gets it and trots me over to a rack of stuff. I thank her.

Life is mostly froth and bubble

Life is mostly froth and bubble

Hmmm, bubble blowing kit not really what I want.

I range around the store looking for whistles without success. Self doubt sprouts. “Why would they stock whistles? Who buys whistles?”  Anyway I try again on another confused assistant. I really put my back into it. At the end of the performances she cries “Hai!!” and we scamper off to another stand.

Listen to what Jiminy Cricket has to say. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8vF8ooxOhNU

Listen to what Jiminy Cricket has to say.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8vF8ooxOhNU

It being Japan, there is of course a huge choice of whistles, long, short, red,black, sport, camping, kids, grown up, key chain, silver plated, and with or without shamrock.

100 yen each. I buy loads, shop early for Christmas.

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Spring air — woven moon and plum scent.

It is Sunday and Spring is in the air. Big Red is frisky and I can hear her snorting outside the front door. So I grab the big lens and mount Big Red for a morning of seeing what the world has to offer.

This is one of the rocks just offshore from my house

This is one of the rocks just offshore from my house

I cycle up to the little port where I hope to launch my boat when the time comes. I find a little covey of Pacific Golden Plovers.

I am a Golden Plover

I am a Golden Plover

We are having a little sit -down

We are having a little sit -down

I go down by the sea and watch a Pacific Rim Egret hunt.

Big strong legs

Big strong legs

I pass by a wedding chapel. The Okinawans really like getting wed in style.

Spot the happy couple

Spot the happy couple

I then had a long conversation with a Grey Faced Buzzard.

Which is your favorite rodent?

Which is your favorite rodent?

Old fishing boat

Old fishing boat

I watch an Osprey.

This is the Osprey what I watched

This is the Osprey what I watched

Tara comes by to play tunes with Atsuko and Taisuke.

She looks like Maeve

She looks like Maeve

The sun goes down.

The sun is the round thing

The sun is the round thing

Do I wake or sleep?

 

 

 

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No More Soldering for Me

I am in Tokyo and it is snowing and cold. I am an Okinawan softy but off I go for a tramp to have a look at the Yasukuni Shrine.  It is not far from my hotel. This is the place that, when visited by a Japanese Prime Minister , becomes the center of diplomatic  storm. As usual I have no idea what is going on, but I think people er think that Japan  should not honor  its war dead because some of them got up to no good and also they lost.

Luckily the country in which I was born was on the winning side and as a boy and youth I engaged in a lot of honoring our war dead, usually in November.  Our Queen and all politicians, like everyone did so. In fact not doing so was unthinkable.

Here is a video.

http://youtu.be/7ZKP1PxMZWs

There is a museum at the shrine that I found very moving. The story of Japanese warfare is explained from medieval days, through military stagnation, Western incursion, through Russo-Japanese war, First World War during which the Japanese were on the allied side and indeed sent a fleet to the Mediterranean, which I did not know. There are a couple of rooms on the wars in China in the 1930s, which clearly have more significance to  Japan’s entry to  the Second World War than I can understand.

Anyway, you finally get to rooms on the Great East Asian War. Basically after a great first half the Japanese get smashed. Smashed big time. The losses in the armed forces are horrendous, Okinawa is grotesque, the destruction of Japanese cities is on a different scale to Coventry, then the atomic bombs. The Japanese had a really bad time. The  walls of the last rooms of the exhibit are covered with thousands of little passport photos of men who died in the war. It is awful. Many people are openly weeping and I also feel close to blubbering.

Another video from outside the museum.

http://youtu.be/bAoaaMJRHg4

Statue to war widow

Statue to war widow

“So when they continued asking him, he lifted up himself, and said unto them, He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her.”

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