So the storm is over. All very satisfactory as I did not abandon my boat and leave her to be destroyed and abused by the wind and waves.  However now comes the challenge of getting her back in the water as there are so many adventures that I want to  taste, touch, feel, smell, eat, drink, rub up against and massage into my hair. OK I have no hair but you take my drift. I am determined to sail back to the Keramas and also to Tern Island.

Today? er no, the island is in a state of recovery from a  post Typhoon hangover and all is quiet and generally blurry. Also I will be traveling and so the Scaffie will have to remain onshore for a couple of weeks.

So, if I cannot be fighting the tiller then I embark on my secondary love – voyeurism. I love to look at things, from afar and also from very near to. This is what I do this weekend, apart from a lot of work, but that is dull.

Pacific Rim Egret. This egret comes in 2 morphs , one white, one grey. This is the first dappled one I have seen.

Cattle Egret. You have to click on all these photos to get the full dappledness.

Eurasian Tree Sparrow eats rice missed by the gleaners.

Post Typhoon Kingfisher

Kentish Plover. Dude we are going to build a Marine Research Facility all over your ass.

Tern Island – there are hundreds of terns nesting here. I will bring the Scaffie here and anchor just offshore and get the best Tern photos.

These are Roseate Terns. Notice black crown, orange bill, orange legs.

In the same place are Black Naped Terns.

To my great disappointment, it would appear that the pair of Black Naped Terns that nested outside my house has not returned.

I snuffle around in the bushes close to the shore a bit like the questing vole as in, “Feather-footed through the plashy fen passes the questing vole.”

Busy Bee

Madame

Mr Howe, who had a nick-name that I cannot remember, could not pronounce the word “wasp.”

Never seen one of these before. Very beautiful. I would pay anything for an asian butterfly field guide in English.

80% of the beach is made up of hermit crabs

They look like pebbles but they ain’t.

Great day watching dappled things.

At a time of great work intensity Typhoon Irn Bru comes to call. We are ordered to go home at 2:00 on Thursday. Yippee! Even in my position of minor responsibility, I still exult at the opportunity of going home from school. This typhoon was not expected to be too bad but after spending Thursday at home we get the message that Okinawa is also closed down all day Friday. Yippee! I mean dash, I have so much work to do.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LGyKpx12d_E

So it blows like crazy all Thursday night. I watch the Scaffie, who is on the trailer in front of the house. She is rocking and rolling about. I rig a hose and fill her up with water to give her stability.

All day Friday I watch Mel Brooke movies. They are so funny.  They would be impossible to make these days. They are totally incorrect politically and diversity -wise. Although their message is completely liberal. The films talk about ni**ers and ch**s and J**s and make risque jokes, so poor Mel would be hounded out of his job today. Watch them.

History of the world Part 1

Blazing Saddles

More Blazing Saddles

It is more difficult to make social change through humor these days. The necessary language brands you as a deviant. Liberal fascism.

It blows and blows all day. All my work plans and deadlines are shot to hell. Probably a good thing.

Here is a movie.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VUfNxOj1DcI

A big deadline coming up as in Typhoon Irn Bru will hit us in the next few days. There is another deadline imposed by a big bug that has just settled on my distended gut. Should it go or should it stay? I wait and whilst philosophizing, the bug politely says Adieu and flies off somewhere else in the house.

You are welcome in my house.

Another deadline is building a Marine Research Facility at Serigaki. Lots of negotiation results in a Shinto scene this morning.

It will look something like this

Shinto rap

I love this stuff. U.S and Euro construction is very butch, scratch balls, hardhat, smoke cigar stub, profanity. Here it is asking for forgiveness.

Forgive us Fathers for we have sinned

Thanks Hisashi! The only important deadline is getting the Scaffie out of the sea before megacolossalimmense typhoon Irn Bru hits the island later this week. We sail over to the local harbor . We scoop the Scaffie onto the trailer and bring her safely home. Such fun as the sun goes down.

Yay! Hisashi, who is a good neighbor.

Met the deadline! Notice dirty copper after time spent in the tropics.

Hey! What would you rather do after do after work than winch boats to safety ?

Our house at home

It is now Sunday and, as I have a fairly dreadful week coming up, I wallow in the joys in front of my house. I do  not look at email and I leave my phone in the car. I do not believe in being plugged in 24/7. I look upon my weekends as a kind of Ramadan. I deny myself email and phone and so gain spiritual and physical healing.

My weekend persona

There is a subtle sense of desperation about today’s watersports as a mega typhoon is on its way to do harm. Will I be able to protect the Scaffie, or will I betray her in her time of need, as I did to Dileas. I sail out to the reef and scuba.

You gonna get there late on Route 58

The water is now so warm that a wetsuit, even a baby one, is superfluous. Well, actually they do protect you from coral cuts and Lion Fish and snake bites and stuff but I have never enjoyed squeezing the huge lump of lard that my body has become into tight rubber clothing.

Whose round is it?

Scuba diving is great fun if you reduce the fetishism to level extra low. I have shorts, a tank, a BCD, a mask, fins and a thing that lets me breathe the air that is in the tank. Whilst snuffling around the reef I come across a group of divers – tourists methinks.  What y’all doing in my hood?

Talk about fetishism. These guys are tightly bound and have all kinds of gadgets hanging off them. The gadgets are attached to nipple rings.

Time for a gin

Can you see the Lion Fish?
Highly venomous. They are much redder .

I am quite a good diver now in as much as I use little air and feel totally at home under the water. How lucky am I that I can do this only 200 metres  from my toilet.

Here is a little film about it.

There is no real subject to this post other than the great swell of time that is rolling across the ocean of my life. It is relentless. Things happen, people come, people leave, I do stuff.

Shoko left, which really is a pity. She is a truly good person in any way you want to define good. The great swell of her life is washing her towards Flagstaff, Arizona, which incidentally is on Route 66. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vifUaZQL8pc

We have a farewell party.

Beautiful Okinawan Women

Beautiful Okinawan Food

Shoko and husband

Two musicians come down on their own swell from Fukuoka. Kanako and Leo are their names. They play box and banjo. They are good. They used to live in Galway with an old Californian friend. Is n’t that strange as we play in a sweltering bar in Okinawa?

It is 30 degrees, the cicadas are deafening, I can’t drink because I am driving. Far cry from Galway

Kanako is good

Tonight, I go for an evening sail. No big swell washing me towards the future. Just a  gentle breeze wafting me around in the present.

Bye bye, Independence Day

It is fairly dark when I get back to the mooring. I secure the rudder, fasten the halyards to the mast, put the camera in the excellent waterproof bag that Ian gave me and flop over the side. The sea is warm, warm. I swim gently back to the house.

Orchid

So, farewell Auntie Margie, such a presence in the last 63 years of my life. You were 94 on passing, a fine age even in Okinawa, an isle known for the longevity of its inhabitants.

The Okinawans are big on ancestor worship and every August the island slows down to celebrate Obon. At this time the ancestors come back, arriving from the sea and coming up the beaches. They are met by singing and dancing from Eisa bands. Come back on Obon Auntie Margie. I will reserve a place in the parking lot.

Here are two young Okinawan girls singing ‘Shimanchu Nu Takara’ for you Auntie Margie. Apparently on a Brazilian TV show – work that one out.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XFFSQeMfvaA

Here is the same song with Eisa dancers, welcoming you back. Okinawa has a place for you Auntie Margie.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=33hvzy_CACw

Scaffie coming into the mooring

Harry and Shimizu san search the waters for signs of Auntie Margie

A moment of silence

Gus am Bris an La

In the preceding weeks I have felt a bit vulnerable as a result of my lack of documents. I would hate to be an illegal immigrant; my heart goes out to you guys.

My Green Card seemed to have slipped away and my British passport was so full of stamps that I got a very stern warning from the US state department that if there was no space to stamp then I would be denied entry.

God bless you Brit passport office. You have the best web site. You fill in a very easy form, pay online with credit card, print it, sign it and mail with old passport and a couple of photos to somewhere in the UK. It really is very easy and somehow friendly. How do you make websites friendly?

Avid readers of this blog will know that President Obama stepped in personally to make sure that I got my  Green Card. The US is heavily criticized in Okinawa for building a new base that threatens the natural habitat of the Dugong. The Americans will do anything for Dugongs. Now I look very much like a Dugong and my Green Card, which arrived last week, is clearly a case of mistaken identity.

Hail to the Chief

Anyway, my new UK passport arrived today a mere 3 weeks after I filled in the form. I am now documented up the kazoo.

I can go anywhere until 2025

Those of you who stay in one place may not realize the utmost importance of having travel status. My UK passport, with a Green Card and a Japanese residence permit puts me pretty much a the top of the pile. Spare a thought for those of great nobility who have crap passports or no papers at all.

So, today was the Maeganeku Harii Race at Maeganeku Fish Port – such fun but hot fun.

Crews race up and down the harbor. People hang out drinking Orion beer, eating Ikkasumi, which is black squid soup. This soup stains your mouth for about a week and your shirt for much longer.

It is very hot and Friday. This means rushing down from the university to support our horribly be-muscled athletes, in the heat of the mid-day sun. The moment I get out of the car, 3 litres of sweat spurt out of my body onto my clothing. My clothing darkens.

Jolly boating weather

OIST ventures forth with 2 teams, both of which perform with courage and elegance.

Our bodies between our knees

Beans on toast

Back to work

The Hare bell chases away the rainy season you know. This is the time for the Hari Krishna boat races, https://quietripple.wordpress.com/2011/06/05/hare-krishna-hare-krishna-krishna-krishna-hare-hare-hare-rama-hare-rama-rama-rama-hare-hare/ I am too old, too fat, too infirm, too busy to compete. It irks me.

However there is no doubt that Summer is here and so I must guide the Scaffie to the shieling. I take Friday afternoon off and head off for Minna Jima.

Minna apparently means moon. How did they know before Google Earth?

It is a wonderful two hour sail across the the deep blue sea with the wind more or less directly behind.

I am far out on the wild and wistful ocean

Only when I get to the entrance to the big inlet, do I realize that there is a bar of coral that forbids travelers from entering. This results in a complex sail around the island to the harbor as what you can see on the North of the island in the photo.

Scaffie at rest on Minna Jima. Ie Jima is in the background

There is nobody here. I lope up from the harbor and ask the only person on the island if there is a guest house. He knocks on a door an lo there are now two people on the island.

Person two says sure you can stay in a room in my house. Later two other people show up and we have a great evening sharing food. They provide, sashimi, kimchi and an excellent miso sauce. I provide Spam. We drink beer.

High times on Minna Jima

Pacific Swallow on Minna Jima. I also saw the amazing Pacific Swift on Ie. No photo.

Next morning early I zoom off to Ie Jima. A brief stop to snorkel on the reef. The water is so clear that it gives you a headache. I then hurtle over to Ie Jima with the wind straight behind. As I am about to enter the harbor a huge ferry shows up going at about 20 knots, clearly going exactly where I am going. Steam should give way to sail but several thousand tons of steel going very fast against the tiny Scaffie is not a good time to stand on one’s rights. Unfortunately there  is only a very narrow channel into Ie port between banks of coral.

No room for error

I end up on the left hand bank of coral. There is just enough water to prevent the Scaffie, God bless her shallow draught,  from obliteration but big waves are coming in and crashing over the reef in a very spectacular way as I beat back out and finally get into the shelter of the haven.

Well earned rest on Ie Jima.

I rent a scooter from typically delightful people who only want to make you have the best and easiest possible time whilst on their island, and zoom around the island. The weather is  incredible, the island is beautiful. I weep that 50% of the population were killed in one day during the battle of Okinawa. Hmm, God where were you then?

White-Cheeked Starlings! Does n’t that send a thrill through you?

Whiskered Tern

South West Ie Jima

Hibiscus country

I eat a great meal of octopus sashimi and pork and veg stewed in blood. I stay at the Karigoya Guest House, which is run by a delightful couple in their 80’s who do everything they can to make me me happy. They lay towels on the floor as I walk to my room. Why? They take my beach shoes, clean off the sand and hang them out to dry.

I am up at 5:30 as I know there is a big day ahead. The wind is blowing Force 5/6 straight against me. I have to go to work tomorrow. At 6:00 I set off, under power from the mighty Tophatsu, through the harbor gate greeted by seriously stormy conditions. Big white horses are combing in and we have a very bumpy ride through the reefs into the open sea.

The sea is so bad that stopping to remove the engine and putting the sail up is out of the question so I batter over to Minna Jima hope to get some calmer conditions in the lee of the island.

I remove the Tophatsu and set sail only to find myself becalmed. I try to sail out of the lee of Inna Jima but after an hour I give up and remount Lord Tophatsu. I motor out into the open sea and hit a Force 5 wind blowing straight at me. The sea is rough with white horses breaking all around. I am scared, but having re-removed Duke Tophatsu on my hands and knees  and having set sail, my anxiety is quickly extinguished. The Scaffie loves the wind, she loves the waves. A big comber comes in, whereupon she rises into it and gently slides down the other side.  Not once, in really difficult seas on the passage back, did I feel concerned. She is a sea boat. She is a viking.

I choose the worst course, preferring short term gratification to longer term achievement. I set off on a wonderful reach that drives me over to Okinawa but of course way short of my house. This means tacking out again towards China and then back in again and again and again and again. The wind is very strong, the waves are high, the tide is against me, the sun is unrelenting. After the initial success, I spend some 4 hours beating across the Bay of Tancha. Glorious sailing but unfortunately each tack only gains me about 500 meters in the direction I want to go.

After 11 hours in an open boat, I finally remount Count Tophatsu and motor the last couple of miles home. This is disappointing as I can see my house clearly but know that it will take forever to get there under sail. Even Baron Tophatsu struggles against the battering waves and wind.

Anyway I make it. What a long, hard, trip.

Geography

Here is a short video that does not do justice.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c3qGX5MfcOc

In my youth I spent 2 years and some in Algeria. There, I ate Algerian food  because there was nothing else.  Also, there were no telephones, no internet, no nothing. So I lived like an Algerian, without the praying. Now I live in Japan and I live like a citizen of the world. I listen to English radio and read  US newspapers online. I watch TV from where it should take my fancy. A friend says something stupid in Korea and I instantly hear the torrent of world abuse.

So this brings me to food. I love Japanese/ Okinawan food. But pleasure comes often through variety. I yearn sometimes for lamb, for curry, for couscous. I yearn for basmati rice, for cardamon, for cinnamon.

Lo, my learned colleague Mukhles turns me onto this site.

http://baticrom.com/index.php?route=product/product&path=20_27_65&product_id=211.

Based in Japan, it provides  er,  you know, foreign food of the Islamic bent to those who wish to indulge.

I order a whole lamb and  loads of curry, couscous stuff. They ask me when I would like it to be delivered. “Thursday between 6:00 and 8:00 please.”

Sponge cake. 7:15 pm

Japan is an amazing country.  Their take on the post is totally different. Letters and stuff, especially if not addressed in Katakana are a bit random but they rely much more on the personally delivered important stuff. At this they are deadly.

Don’t you love getting parcels in the post? I associate it with Xmas.

A whole Lamb!

Aladdin’s cave

To overbrim the cup of joy,  the wonderful delivery, delivery guy also brings me my new bilge pump.

West Marine, for whom my good friend Joni used to work.

Thanks to Micheal for help. Japan, couscous, whole lamb, cinnamon, coriander, cumin, harrisa, bilge pump. All brought to my door.

“Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace : according to thy word.For mine eyes have seen : thy salvation,Which thou hast prepared : before the face of all people;To be a light to lighten the Gentiles : and to be the glory of thy people Israel.”

Last night

Tonight

Tomorrow big adventure. Watch this space.