The Great Volleyball Tournament

Today's volleyball tournament, combined with the fact that I no longer have internet at home, is why I've been a little absent from the blog this week. Volleyball practices started in January and have been picking up steam ever since, culminating in four practices this past week.

So needless to say, I was extremely disappointed to find out that after we barely lost our 9am game we were done for the day. That was a lot of practice for just 20 minutes of volleyball. I spent the next two hours being bored by the Zamami men's and women's 'A' teams, who both have won the championships something like ten years in a row. Their teams are stacked with all the best talent and it's less than fun watching them crush the 'B' teams. But it gave me good reason to pull hard (quietly) for Aka's teams. I wouldn't dare cheer out loud for them - even though I teach on all three islands I live on Zamami so I'd be a traitor to voice support elsewhere. But maybe they got my vibes because both the Aka men's and women's teams knocked off Zamami's teams in what was apparently a huge upset.


Anyway, it was a lot of fun. It was easily the most competitive sporting event of the year and it brought out pretty much everybody (and by that, I mean about 200+ people). Even some of the tourism staff was able to get the day off work to participate.

And, of course, with large crowds come good chances to observe awesome attire. Like these pants:

And these shirts...



This next shirt got me in a little trouble a few weeks back. I have a bantering relationship with this married woman and so at practice one night I repeated her shirt back to her. But she didn't know what the shirt said. And neither did the half-dozen people around who heard me tell her I loved her. One guy told me to "back off" in an "it's an inside joke for everybody but you and her" way. Ha. ha.

Engrish Shirt #7

The small print says "The power which is touched off and which isn't creatively strange is shy."

Two Turtles A Mating

Turtles are everywhere. Every time I go fishing, even in awful weather, I expect to see turtles. They pop their heads up for air a hundred meters away or just five feet away. They swim under and around me. I usually average about five turtles for every couple hour trip. The novelty is gone.

A couple weeks ago when my family was here my dad got to witness the courting procedure preceding mating. It was a lot of flippers and whitewater, but still really cool for him.

This morning, for my first time, I saw two turtles mating. The water was calm and a head came up for air 20m away, then another head came up a few inches behind the first. They weren't huge turtles (and there are some giants around), but big enough to be making babies.

Tonight I went fishing at the same spot and the same turtles (I assume) were still at it, only closer. I didn't have my camera because I've been fishing alpine style this weekend: only lures and water.

As It Should Be

My new apartment is on the second floor of the teachers' housing by the water (there is also teachers' housing across from the school, which is at the back end of the village). There's an old building and a new building. Aside from being in the new building - I definitely don't have that kind of priority - I think I got the perfect apartment. The second floor provides a much better view and greater access to the wind. Also, I'm on the end, so my side windows provide a view (the other end of the building butts up against the new housing a mere three feet away).

I've slept at the new apartment twice and am pleased with the results: no cats, no dogs, and only one mosquito. I can hear crickets and waves and, so far, a consistent breeze. I haven't figured out the hot water yet, but the cold is warm enough that I might just be able to wait until October to worry about.

As my friend Jessica says, since I'm on a small island, now that I'm living by the water it's "as it should be" . Here's my new view:

Color

This was my April entry into the Okinawa JET photo contest. The theme was 'color'. The entries were never posted so I guess there weren't enough. Anyway, I won't worry anymore about affecting the voting.

Magee Gara! (まぎがら！）

(Apologies for the length of this post - it's a big deal.)

Two of the first five words I learned in Japan were まぎ (magee) and がら (gara). Both of those are Okinawan dialect; the first means 'big' and the second means 'Giant Trevally'. After leaving Palau empty-handed of a GT bigger than 30 pounds (but having lost a couple in the 50 lb. range), catching a big one became a top goal in my life.

But I've been a little let-down with the GT fishing here. It was supposed to pick up in early April and be good through July. Last year when I arrived in August I caught a 10 lb. GT from shore on my first first fishing trip. I have probably gone fishing 75 times since with little result. Lately my attitude has devolved into "well, it's nice to go kayaking..."

I woke up at 4:30 this morning to go but was deterred by the wind outside, but I went with wunderground's report and it was a good choice. I had to ride my bike to the northern part of the island where my kayak was stashed from yesterday's fishing. I was on the water a little after sunrise and just fishing along until 6:30am.

I fish with what are called surface poppers. They're big lures with cupped faces designed to splash water during retrieval. For some reason poppers drive GTs mad and they'll hit the lures with amazing force. This morning there was a massive commotion around my lure and before I could tell what was happening (the GT had missed the lure twice already in about two seconds) I had a fish on and I was referring back to all my well-laid plans for how to stay upright in my kayak should I hook a fish. I centered the pole over the bow for stability and held on for dear life.

The next step in fighting a GT is to try to keep him off the bottom. They nearly always go straight for 'structure' to try and break the line. So I tightened down my drag and put as much force against him as I could muster, which turned out to be far more than I expected the kayak could handle. The fish reached a point where I could pull him up a few feet then he would immediately go back down. I assumed this meant he was at the bottom. So now I really put it to him. Which doesn't mean much because it was like trying to pull a piece of plywood up. But eventually he gave in, and I was able to haul him up relatively quickly.

Bad things happen when trying to land a large fish. Especially on a kayak and especially when the fish isn't really worn down yet (I'd only been fighting him for 6-8 minutes). So I had to loosen my drag a bit in case there was a sudden run (to avoid 'pinging' my line, resulting in a break). But I also knew if I could get my hands on the leader (2 100lb. twisted strands), I'd be in good shape. I did get ahold of it, and as I started to pull him into the kayak he revolted. I gave him leeway on the leader, but he didn't take it so I hauled him back up and into the kayak. I was immediately blown away by his size. I didn't know what to do, so I held my hands in his gills for a few minutes before taking the rope from the bow and tying it through him. I still didn't know what to do (expecting mad thrashing at any moment), so I just pushed down on his head and put my legs over his body.



Fifteen minutes later I felt safe and started to relax, so I began kayaking home. The east wind had come up so when I turned the SW corner of Zamami it was a miserable last 30 minutes of kayaking into whitecaps. But I arrived in the village (at 8am) just in time to see another fisherman at the port. He freaked out and began calling. Within five minutes there were 15 people and another ten in the next five minutes. There were pictures abound, as well as measurements (22kg, or 48.5 pounds, and 85cm, though I'm pretty sure that's short by a lot since I'm 183cm). Also lots of people making claims to sashimi. Nice of them to put their bids in early.



I worked on the fish all morning and it was a lot of work! I had to cut pieces up for various people while still making sure to save some for myself. I had to cut all the skin off and deliver the head to one guy and the skeleton to another. I worked nonstop and didn't get around to going back for my bike until 12pm.


Though my life goal is to catch a GT over 50 pounds, I think I will be pleased if this ends up being the last big one I get. He was big. And he brought me lots of fame. And validation as a serious fisherman. And food for weeks.

Baking With Kindergartners

I was recruited this week by the kindergarten sensei to teach her students how to bake cookies. Word got out and some of the ladies requested that I concurrently show them how to make my bread.

Considering everything that could've gone wrong with a temperamental experiment such as cookies (like managing the butter in 80 degree heat while waiting for every kindergartner to stir the batter after each addition), the resulting cookies turned out nicely. We got the cookies in baking and had just enough extra batter that I was able to plop a blob on every kid's hand. I tried to insert some cultural exchange and let the kids lick the spoons, but the teacher would have none of that.

We also let the kids knead the bread dough, though that was more of a punching bag session. At lunch time the kitchen lady cut everything up and split it evenly amongst everybody. Good times!