Dreary Sunday in Okinawa
03/29/09 09:24 AM
They took away our Business class travel, so I had to fly steerage for 21 hours - and I didn’t sleep the whole time. It wouldn’t be so bad on a hop to London or Frankfurt, but whatever. I slept real good last night and we have today off. The guy next to me on the 14-hour flight to Tokyo had a rather bad gas problem, then it turned out he was sitting next to me on the flight to Naha, too. That’s the problem with the lower classes - vulgar louts.
It’s been foggy and drizzling all day:

We went for a walkabout, looking for sushi and beer, but it turns out that the city is dead on Sundays until about 2 or so:

Lots of closed places that look like they might be fun:


And some places... not so much:

We finally found an open place - Pittsburgh:

Not exactly what we really wanted, but it was decent and they had cold beer. Maybe we’ll head out in a little while and look again.
At least it’s warm-ish here. Just warm enough to make you decide if you would rather get soaked by rain or drown in your own sweat under a rain jacket. There’s nothing old here, as far as I can tell. I have a feeling that the Marines really trashed this place in ’45. The people are pretty nice, unless you are military, and neither of us look like military types. And it’s true, Japanese men love to leer at young girls in schoolgirl outfits. Kind of creepy in my book, but whatever floats your boat...
Hopefully, we’ll get some pointers from our people here for fun places to go next weekend.
It’s been foggy and drizzling all day:

We went for a walkabout, looking for sushi and beer, but it turns out that the city is dead on Sundays until about 2 or so:

Lots of closed places that look like they might be fun:



And some places... not so much:

We finally found an open place - Pittsburgh:

Not exactly what we really wanted, but it was decent and they had cold beer. Maybe we’ll head out in a little while and look again.
At least it’s warm-ish here. Just warm enough to make you decide if you would rather get soaked by rain or drown in your own sweat under a rain jacket. There’s nothing old here, as far as I can tell. I have a feeling that the Marines really trashed this place in ’45. The people are pretty nice, unless you are military, and neither of us look like military types. And it’s true, Japanese men love to leer at young girls in schoolgirl outfits. Kind of creepy in my book, but whatever floats your boat...
Hopefully, we’ll get some pointers from our people here for fun places to go next weekend.
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