|and there's Spam in the supermarkets|
We aren't Erik's only guests. A bit later a young Korean couple return from a day trip and we chat a little with them. Erik seems a little quiet and reserved at first but finally warms up and we're just not sure if we've messed up his evening or what, although he assures us that we haven't. Erik started hosting with Couch Surfing last autumn and has had over a hundred guests in this short time. Now we understand a little more about how the evening started. Erik's not surfed himself but we think he should - especially if his trip to Europe comes off. In the night the airbed slowly deflates and Erik's two cats race about jumping up on the bed chasing each other. We wobble together as if on a waterbed and if one of us turns over the other is suddenly thrust in another direction. Finally we switch to our thermarests but there's no escaping the crazy cats.
|ah, that must be Sunset Beach then|
|a special lunch date|
We happily tuck in. There is a mention of blowfish and I wonder if this is the highly toxic fish that can kill if not prepared properly. At the same moment my right hand and forearm go numb. But I shift around and the feeling comes back. And I keep eating and I'm alive. I'm alive and I can eat raw fish and it's all rather tasty. Afterwards, Hitoshi orders a bowl of pork noodles and some rice to make sure we are not hungry. We are not hungry after all this and after more conversation and an invitation to visit when we get to Tokyo, we part ways. Tonight we camp wild at the most southerly cape on the island, close to a lighthouse. We spotted it on the flight - a nice bit of land sticking into the ocean. It's a lovely spot and far removed from the tourist street we were on at lunchtime.