Now that's what I call a boat load of food. Har har.
July 11, 2009
Saturday. We woke up finally around 10 AM local time. Everyone always asks me if I am affected by jet lag, but the truth is my brain is easily fooled by a clock. The clock tells me what time it is, I believe it and act accordingly. Noon? Doesn’t matter if I just ate, I must be hungry. 11 PM? Bed time!
We walked around Camp Hansen for a bit. The weather is about 90 degrees in the shade and so muggy, you almost have to do a breast stroke while walking to move through the air. So, I love it. Dean, not so much.
We got Dean’s hair cut and my interview suit tailored; bought some soap, foodstuffs, and other odds and ends; and rented a video. Valkyrie, but I didn’t like it. Spoiler: they weren’t able to assassinate Hitler. Boo to adhering to history.
In the afternoon, Dean called our Gunnery Sergeant (GSgt) / Sponsor and invited him and his wife out to dinner as a thank you for all his help. They suggested a sushi place that was out of this world. The tables were traditional Japanese style, about a foot off the floor with mats to kneel on. Dean’s poor bionic knee was killing him in a few minutes, so to be sympathetic I tried not to appear I was having as much fun as I really was. My sushi was so fresh, I think it swam onto my wooden platform-plate itself. Dean’s meal came in a carved boat. It would have gotten full points for plating on any Iron Chef competition. Everything was so delicious, I know I am going to be such a sushi snob when I get back to the States. Noice.
The GSgt and his wife were absolutely wonderful, and took us around the island a bit more to show us where things were and even brought us back to their home so we could see what base housing was like. Surprisingly spacious! I started getting excited to decorate our little corner of the island. It was such a nice evening. Can't wait to experience more of Okinawa!
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