Manless island
Woke up and looked into the mirror, I saw a dark face with white torso. I forgot to put on tanning oil yesterday and there was a tank top shape on my chest, funny.
After reaching the habour I joined another four guys on one boat and we were heading to the outer island. Another girl who drove the boat said we looked as if a 5-guy team. They wanted to talk to me but found it too shy to speak to a shrek-like foreigner. It was quite a speedy boat and I got all wet because water splashed in all the way. Luckily I got my swimming trunks on inside. We five guys yelled and screamed until the boat calmed down. Finally we could open our eyes and saw an island in front of us.
What’s next? How dared you spend time on thinking? Of course jump into the water!
Except for some staff and all participant, there was really nothing around but sand. The water was so clear and cool. I swam farther and farther and finally heard a lady yelling at me, like a mom calling a son back. She asked me to wear a life jacket. Oh mom, I don’t need this thing…
Swam, tired, slept, dried up, swam, tired, slept, dried up….
A 90% dark cocoa-like staff woke me and gave me a lunch box. I walked around the island after lunch and went to the opposite side of the island. Heck! It’s not manless! It was so packed with tourists on the other side.
In the afternoon, I swam, got tired,
Live bar
After a great shower in the hotel, I went outside again. The first thing I got was an ice-cream with bitter melon flavour. When I ordered the ice-cream girl insisted to give me a taste as she was afraid that I would spitted it out after buying it. It wasn’t bitter at all, tasted just right. I got another red sweet potato tart too.
Again, I was on the main street, only and only place I could walk around.
I got hungry on the middle way and so I went to have a beer and a traditional Okinawa set meal. Took a picture as an evidence of eating, but later found that my skin was lighter than the colour of my tank top, which wasn’t the case anymore when I went on with this trip.
I saw my friend who was sitting outside another toy shop tonight. I got myself a tee shirts and a pair of stone lions, then I went to a live bar for Okinawa drinks and some music.
I just meant to have a sip of Awamori but turned out this restaurant served in bottle and a bucket of ice. Tonight’s live singer is Jun, a guy who found passion in music and came here to learn Okinawa singing. His voice has the thing to move people, and I decided to buy 2 of his CDs to show my support. In fact he really sang quite well. He said it was the night of July 7, when Vega and Altair meet once a year. All customers were writing something and tied it on a bamboo tree. Suddenly two words came up.
Suddenly I found that someone squeezed my lap. What was that? When I looked up the girl sitting next to me continued to touch my lap, following the melody. Oh, I was stunned and didn’t know how to response, while some other girls were yelling. I turned into a stone. (I mean my whole body, not a particular part)
Soon my drunkenness responded to her drunkenness and we danced hand in hand…soon everyone in the restaurant stood up and danced together, all holding hands. The atmosphere was so high. Soon I couldn’t listen what Jun was singing…till later he said he’d like to take a picture with me and put it on his blog. Here we go! I took his instrument and held it like a guitar, hope he didn’t mind.
I hid myself in the pillow once I arrived, but mom’s call woke me up in the mid way.
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You write very well.
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