Mike, our contributor from Japan, muses on the nature of islands on Photo and a question: what is an island?
This photo was taken today, on the northeast coast of Okinawa, Japan.There’s way too much information on the world wide web.Some folks say an these things have to be at least two acres in size, to be considered an island .Otherwise, they are just a rock.
I have fallen in love with Runcible Spoon, a cafe hideaway with a quirky name taken from a whimsical line in Edward Lear’s The Owl and the Pussycat (‘they dined on mince and slices of quince which they ate with a runcible spoon’).
Our first visit to Wai was by chance. We were on the way to Satara, to attend a festival at the temple there. I was then pregnant, and my tendency to throw up on the road was higher than normal, which led to frequent stops on the highway. One such unscheduled stop found us near a board that said, ‘Wai – 10Km’. My father-in-law suddenly remembered a visit he had made to the area almost half a century ago, on his first job in the PWD
We took a cruise around Lake Buchanan (pronounced buhk hăn uhn). Our guide, Miss Candy, a retired teacher from the area, helped us spot some local wildlife, such as egrets or ospreys. She shared very interesting information about the history of the manmade lake. We hopped off the boat to visit the ruins of Bluffton, a town that was submerged in 1937 when the Buchanan Dam was built. There wasn’t a lot to see; however, her narration was captivating.
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