Sans Paroles

Sunday

Sunday

Monday

Monday

Tuesday

Tuesday

Wednesday

Wednesday

Thursday

Thursday

Later on Thursday

Later on Thursday

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Things I Am Bad At

One of the many things that I am bad at is sticking letters onto the side of  a boat. I have finally removed the American from Dileas’ flank and now have to stick on the letters that spell Dileas. This terrifies me as no matter how I measure, plumb-line, calculate, I always mess this kind of thing up.

The S is tilted

The S is tilted

I also do it at the wrong time as the tide is rising and suddenly Dileas floats and thus escapes each time I try to stick on a letter.

Not too bad

Not too bad

I have a new anchor.

This is about 2 meters underwater. See how clear the sea is.

This is about 2 meters underwater. See how clear the sea is.

I go for a little swim because I cannot sail.

I go for a little swim because I cannot sail.

My fleet lies in front of my house. Dileas dismasted but little blue boat doing well.

My fleet lies in front of my house. Dileas dismasted but little blue boat doing well. 

I wish my side stay would appear in the post box. How long will it take?

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Shieling

In the west of Scotland in what is called the summer, the people would move the cattle, sheep and things onto higher ground and would essentially camp out.

Shielings on Jura

Shielings on Jura

The shieling was associated with fun, romance and slightly less rain. I too have decided to move to the shieling.

It is now very hot.

It stays like this until November

It stays like this until November

Magnificent is my house but through a quirk of fate only my bedroom has AC. The owner ran off with the units from the other rooms and I am too much of a cheap skate to buy new ones. Last year I toughed it out and sat in the main room with a towel on the floor under my seat to absorb the liters of sweat that oozed out of me.

After a very hot lunch,

We were all very hot

We were all very hot

I decide to hie me to the shieling, er like the bedroom.

My new home

My new home

It is so comfortable.

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Save The Rainforest !

Topher has launched his start-up Rainforest Connection.

https://rfcx.org/

Go to his Kickstarter site and give his company a few dollars. Believe me, it is a totally excellent cause.

Listen to what Neil Young has to say.

http://mashable.com/2014/06/26/recycle-smartphone-startup-deforestation/

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/topherwhite/rainforest-connection-phones-turned-to-forest-guar

Also on the BBC:

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

Topher also has a great truck.

Topher also has a great truck. Here is Ben leaning against it.

Topher also has a great truck. Here is Ben leaning against it.

So, share the link, talk to people about it, give some money, build credit in heaven.

 

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Midsummer’s Day

I have always thought that Midsummer’s Day comes too early.  Suddenly before Summer has really begun, we are in the middle of it and the days start getting shorter. That said Midsummer’s Day is famous for several reasons. First is of course that the Battle of Bannockburn was fought on this day in front of Stirling Castle in 1314.

Robert Burns, as usual, says it all. Check out this wonderful site of Burns’ poems read by real Scottish people.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/arts/robertburns/works/robert_bruces_march_to_bannockburn/

Death of de Bohun  as pre battle entertainment. This was before Cheerleaders

Death of de Bohun as pre battle entertainment. This was before Cheerleaders

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o5kE3of1Lzo

It is also my brother Ian’s birthday today. Please all wish Ian a happy day.

The first reel is Midsummer’s Night.

Anyway here in Okinawa this hinge-like day between light and dark has been very wet. There is a rainy season on Okinawa which seems to have lasted since January. Previous years have been more sunny. However I dream on Midsummer’s Eve, as did Shakespeare, as I look out over the East China Sea.

“Since once I sat upon a promontory,
And heard a mermaid on a dolphin’s back
Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath,
That the rude sea grew civil at her song,
And certain stars shot madly from their spheres,
To hear the sea-maid’s music. ”

I also met a Kennedy.

Apparently Neil Diamond wrote Sweet Caroline for this very charming lady.

Apparently Neil Diamond wrote Sweet Caroline for this very charming lady.

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Rice

My weekend’s sailing adventures have been thwarted so to maintain the pleasure harmonic at high frequency, I plan a weekend of gastronomie a la Okinawanaise.

I go down to the fishing harbor and buy a fish and an octopus.

The first meal is a tuna fish thing, which cost $3:00, with nigiri made by my buddy up the road. He always puts the green stuff between the fish and the rice, which I feel must be very authentic. I fire up the Cobb.

I am the god of hell fire, and I bring you  Fire, I'll take you to burn  Fire, I'll take you to learn  I'll see you burn

I am the god of hell fire, and I bring you
Fire, I’ll take you to burn
Fire, I’ll take you to learn
I’ll see you burn

In short, I cook the fish, which is very fresh, then I eat it.

Only speaks Japanese

Only speaks Japanese

Sensuality

Sensuality

Ceci n'est pas une pouple

Ceci n’est pas un pouple

This is a prelude for a drooling panegyric to Japanese rice. My rice education was strongly influenced by the Indian Restaurant. Rice had to be like individually separated. It had to cascade onto the plate in the same way that gold dust streams from a prospector’s pouch. Also it had to be ‘al dente’. Actually the term ‘al dente’ has had a like big impact on British food perception. Rice, pasta, carrots, beans, potatoes, beetroot, turnip, fried eggs, all had to be ‘al dente’ or you were like nowhere. Japanese rice  flies  in the face of this epicural fascsim in that it is all stuck together and gooey, yet delicious.

Rice with rice cooker.

Rice with rice cooker.

There is an enormous choice of rice. Of course I have no idea what the difference between them  might be but my Japanese friends do.

Japanese rice is round and cuddly rather than slim and elegant. This suits my taste at my time of life

Japanese rice is round and cuddly rather than slim and elegant. This suits my taste at my time of life

 

Stuck up

Stuck up

Octopus and lotus root tempura

Octopus and lotus root tempura

Delicious though this was, I would rather have been in my boat.

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Dismasted in the East China Sea!

Cruising with Dileas has not run smooth. Once she was in the water the weather turned grim with strong winds and very, very heavy rain. However she waited faithful at her post for the moment to come.

Big storm coming in

Big storm coming in, calm before the storm

One morning last week as the wind blew and the rain lashed down; a short parenthesis here, rain in Okinawa is not like rain in Scotland in that it is warm and pleasing to the skin, I am primped up to go to work. As I step into the truck with horribly swollen knee, I notice that there is something funny about  Dileas. It took a long time to process the data that she had been dismasted.

Spot the difference

Spot the difference

So I have to; rush in, change, wade out, disentangle, retrieve and go to my first meeting in record time. Fiddling with little shackles when up to your neck in the East China Sea, with rain hammering down, cognizant of the obligation  to give a presentation in 30 minutes, is a formative experience.

Anyway one of the side-stays had snapped. My fault as it was probably not tight enough and the battering of the wind made the mast bang from side to side. Poor little side-stay.

More guilt

More guilt

Of course, it is now the weekend, the wind is fair, the weather is beautiful, conditions are perfect for me to invade North Korea.  I lie dismasted in Shioya Bay.

 

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Crystal

So I have always considered gout to be a disease of fat, old, drunks, which actually describes me pretty well. They contract it as a punishment for their sins of excess, “Gouty patients are, generally, either old men, or men who have so worn themselves out in youth as to have brought on a premature old age—of such dissolute habits none being more common than the premature and excessive indulgence in venery, and the like exhausting passions. ”   Actually it is caused by crystal meth conglomerating around your joints, or so I understood the doctor to say.

Anyway I have had a badly swollen knee for a week or so that I believe is the result of foolishly engaging in strenuous exercise. A combat class for street fighters has opened at the university and I have been taking it. It is almost identical to the Boxing Boot camp with Roxie that I did in San Francisco, except it starts at 7:00am.

http://spikekalashnikov.wordpress.com/2010/09/20/boxing-boot-camp-with-roxie/ 

http://spikekalashnikov.wordpress.com/2010/12/11/thanks-roxie/

However I am 4 years older and logically end up in an orthopedic clinic.

I love been treated in Japan as I have no idea what is really going on. I sit on a chair. The doctor pummels a bit and then produces a huge medical comedy syringe that he plunges in my knee.He drains off  volumes of greasy, yellow liquid that had apparently been living therein. Great excitement! However he also promulgates that the condition might not be the result of manly exercise but rather due to fat-old-drunk-disease – gout!

I am overcome with shame.

Three of those came out of my knee

Three of those came out of my knee

Happy doctor

Happy doctor

I have a blood test and will know the answer in a few days apparently but you know I could have totally got hold of the wrong end of the stick. I thought you got gout in your big toe.

The secret lies within

The secret lies within

Anyway the blood test worries me as on Saturday there was a big party at my house.

No cocktails on roof because of torrential rain. The rest worked out.

No cocktails on roof because of torrential rain. The rest worked out.

A lot of raw meat was consumed, washed down by copious amounts of drink. I am sure my blood must be tainted.

We ate an incredible amount of meat.

We ate an incredible amount of meat.

Katie, Mayumi, Natori-san

Katie, Mayumi, Natori-san

We drink Okinawan Knee Drainers

We drink Okinawan Knee Drainers

 

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Hiroshi Helps

So, the rains have gone. There is now unremitting sunshine and heat until the middle of November. Hooray!

Now is the time and now is the hour for Dileas to breast the waves. I have been in negotiation with the local fishing harbor to allow launching there but it is all taking too long and so desperate measures are  taken. Poor Dileas has been languishing on her trailer, which is only about 20 meters from the sea. I hear her groan and moan with yearning during the night.

We lift her from her trailer

We lift her from her trailer but before Hiroshi we stumble and question

I assemble a group of middle to late-middle aged muscle . The project is to lift the boat from the trailer and then carry her down to the sea. She is heavy and I am unsure if this is going to work. At this point, there is a sign sent from above in the form of Hiroshi, a former colleague from ITER days, who is in Okinawa with his wife for a conference. I have not seen him for 4 years. This is an unexpected joy. His trawthe  inspires we flagging knights and we carry the now featherweight Dileas down to the water.

Sweden, Japan, New Zealand,USA, Isreal, Australia

Sweden, Japan, New Zealand, USA, Israel, Australia

The launching of the boat goes very smoothly.  No injuries.

Heroes all

Heroes all

I walk Dileas out to her mooring

I walk Dileas out to her mooring

I am very pleased that Hiroshi is here. He is a very good man and, like First World War veterans, we do not say much about the miseries of ITER but we understand each other.

Hiroshi and Ulf

Hiroshi and Ulf

Only the beginning

Only the beginning

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Topher’s Truck

We, Ben and I, take off for the high Sierras in Topher’s Truck. The weather is beautiful, the Toyota motor hums for the open road as we cross the new Bay Bridge and head east on Hwy 80. The best book in the world is “Backcountry Adventures: Northern California.” Actually, the best book in the world is “Kidnapped” by Robert Louis Stevenson but “Backcountry Adventures: Northern California.” is the best book in the world in a different sort of way. It gives routes of 4WD adventures in the most remote parts of the State, with full historical detail. A massive piece of research that lends itself to toilet reading. Buy it even if you never come to California.http://www.amazon.com/Backcountry-Adventures-California-Peter-Massey/dp/1930193084 I have worn out  2 copies but luckily James has just bought a third. Soon we are in Gold Country and driving up the old mule train roads that the prospectors used.

Thousands of square miles of mountains and lakes with nobody there except Ben and Topher's Truck

Thousands of square miles of mountains and lakes with nobody there except Ben and Topher’s Truck

The trails are very broken, frequently with thousand foot drops a few feet from your offside wheel. Topher’s Truck has 200,000 miles, 4WD with lockable front hubs and low ratios. She doesn’t care about the wind and weather.

We stumble across a young Brown Bear

We stumble across a young Brown Bear

We camp by a lake. There is nobody. There are probably lots of bears.

Trout begin to rise

Trout begin to rise

Bear Food

Bear Food

A Dutch Oven is the best cooking device ever invented. We fry up onions,  garlic, bacon, a big hunk of beef and then add potatoes and turnip. We feed the fire with a few small stick and an hour later there is the best “Ragout de Boeuf aux Navets, Favorit de L’Ours” that has ever lured a Bear out of the woods.

Food cooked outside always taste  so much better

Food cooked outside always taste so much better

We drink Sierra Nevada before the meal and strong Californian Shiraz with the meal. Holy cow, we are in the wilderness and life is at its best.

Ben opens beer with an axe.

Ben opens beer with an axe.

Bedroom

Bedroom

Ben goes fishing.

Ben immerses himself in freezing mountain lake to banish lustful thoughts

Ben immerses himself in freezing mountain lake to banish lustful thoughts

The leitmotif of this trip is to visit old mining towns. We set off the next day to Summit City, a mining town at 7,500 ft. In 1865, at its peak, there were 500 buildings and the population numbered up to 6,000 residents. By 1868, the population had dropped to fewer than 100 residents. The history in these high mountains is made more vibrant by their current total remoteness.

The trail is blocked by snow. It is nearly June.

The trail is blocked by snow. It is nearly June!

It is a big climb. As we approach the town the trail is blocked by a massive tree that has totally crashed.

End of the road.

End of the road.

So we go for a hike  following the Bear tracks that are all around and looking over hundreds of miles of high mountains. California is a wonderful place.

Is this a flower?

Is this a flower?

This stuff carpets the forest floor.

This stuff carpets the forest floor.

We finally emerge from the mountains at Truckee, a town that was named after Topher’s Truck. We then blast back to San Francisco. Ben drives, I sleep. Thanks Ben, thanks Topher’s Truck.

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