I started writing this post many months ago when the word pandemic was not yet uttered throughout the globe. And the murder of George Floyd, and too many others, had not yet ignited the fight and protests for justice.
The cataclysmic news of these events, the devastating wildfires, and the political arena has consumed me. Focusing on anything else has been nearly impossible and any attempts at writing has seemed frivolous.
It remains difficult. News is still bleak, but there are signs of promise too: a flower on a window sill, a tree standing strong and tall, a field that catches the suns rays and rain too, the sea’s endless motion, the moon’s wondrous phases, and the song of a bird to name a few.
In this spirit I’ve decided to try and resume my writing. I hope my words and images bring you some joy and peace during these difficult times and this finds you and your loved ones well and safe.
Sandra @startsolo
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28 November to 24 December, 2019
In searching online for my next destination, after the Seto Islands, Okinawa kept on coming up. I associated it with war, an American Army base, and little else, but the images of beautiful secluded beaches, a unique culture, and delicious cuisine enticed me to go.
Getting there meant catching a flight from Okayama. It gave me a chance to wander the city and enjoy the autumn colors at their peak.
Okinawa:
I’d rented a car and traveled around Okinawa’s main island. There were some lovely places, but I was seeking somewhere more off the beaten track. I took a flight to Ishigaki Island hoping to find it there.
Ishigaki Island:
Ishigaki, at first glance, was not the undiscovered paradise I’d hoped for. The port town was touristy and the busy streets were lined with fastfood establishments. The small house I’d rented was on a drab street of low-lying commercial buildings crowded together with little charm. However, my bedroom was in the back, off the street, and abutting lush undeveloped land. As I lie in my bed a chorus of frogs started singing. I couldn’t have hoped for a better lullaby.
Touring the island along the back roads, I found the locals’ surfing spot and stayed awhile to watch a small group of men attempt to ride the waves with varying success. Another road took me to a lighthouse where the winds were so strong I struggled to reach it, but then a calm came as if a magical spell had been cast to reward me for my tenacity.
There were beautiful beaches and the expansive Banna Park to enjoy some birding and hiking, but the nearby Iriomote Island was more remote and less developed. I planned a stay and took a ferry over.
Irimote Island:
On the far side of the island is the tiny village of Funauki accessible only by boat. I booked a small home there for five days.
On the way I stopped for a visit to Yubu Island.
Yakushima:
Despite Yakushima’s reputation for raining “366 days a year”, this understandably spectacular, verdant island offered me a few chances to see it under clear skies.
to be continued…