Well fed and rested after our crossing, we wake up to monsoon rains soaking all our gear, pooling up in our tents and completely soaking all of our dry clothes.

You. Have. To. Be. Kidding. Me.

So tired and messed up and we can’t even get a nights sleep.

Local fishermen who look on us as rebels (coast guard forbids this kind of travel in japan) and amusing vagrants who sleep in rain pools, take pity on us and find a vacant house in the village on Ikema Shima, around 50 people.

Rest is ours finally! Time to dry some clothes and get rid of that foul sea water/nylon stench.


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