La japoneisa: EARTH CELEBRATION Day 3 "I am a kite!"...or "Where did you get that Abdulah?"

We were woken up into a beautiful cloudless day on a beach that was not for free. A couple of campsite guys, armed with pens and blocks of receipts, stopping at every tenttlement, were chasing after all the cheapskates that tried to escape the law of the land. Like us. After we paid, for the next hour we were all coming up with ideas how we should have avoided paying. Humphr.
This was the point where the party split into two parties. Party of practical sensible people, Wayne and Bo, who decided to pack their stuff and move to the little illegal campsite by the port and then us, Ren, I, Kei chan and Ryuji chan. On my toothbrushing mission I slyly asked the camp maintainers about where does the campsite begin and where does it end. Thus we picked The Palace and moved it fifty metres further down the beach and we were set for the next couple of nights. Safe.
We let the boys run around the beach and get stung by even more jellyfishes and Ren and I went to hitchhike to central Ogi. The merciless sun followed our steps up the hill covered in palms and huge flowers, swaying in the breeze that would occasionally bring to us the sounds of cars to pass and not stop. As we were walking on one car suddenly stopped and in it were two young guys who were happy to share their vehicle and share their Ogi no mizu which made my face cringe and sent fire down my throat, and after few minutes of drive the guys left us at the port, burning and buzzing, ready to celebrate the earth.


We walked, we talked, we sat and quietly enjoyed being one with this world of our hearts.
Everybody around us seemed to be loved up with the amazing atmosphere of which humming energy filled the air and travelled from one to another until one was all, allure that belonged to one belonged to everybody, thoughts were shared and charmed with good will and harmony they were sent around with a smile, a look, a touch, tenderness and friendship inconspicuously tiptoeing into every individual life around.



The dusk brought with it threats of a storm of which arrival we were watching with anguish, the mighty wind bringing on its wild wings sounds of the lightning over the dark horizon with no boundaries, stretched into eternity of our existence. And so we laughed and danced until we danced the rain away and the celebration continued and softened by the balm of traditions (ten years old Okinawan shochu ;-)) we eased into the night, dancing around the fire, jumping over the fire, the life was ours and no one else’s.


















Maru chan, darling old man from Niigata, Ren’s and mine guarding angel, the boys from Kyoto Journal, Ben (“I am a kite!”) and Jacob, interestingly weird peace girl Cherine, the wonderful musicians and bongo players were the persons of our breathtaking experience and shall remain in our memories that perhaps sometime we may live once again and anew.
















The night was delightful, my heart sang, and with the sounds of the tidying waves, under the starry sky, hand in hand we slowly walked the wet sand into our dreams.



"Where did you get that Abdulah?"