We rented a small Suzuki boxy wagon. An amazing 2 stroke car with AC, GPS, that holds 40 L. of gas. Our plan was to take the ferry in the morning to the next island. A 25 minute ride. When we awoke it was raining lightly and windy as usual. I don't think there was a day during our southern sojourn that the wind wasn't around 20 Knots, gusting to 30 and sometimes 40. When we got to the ferry they warned us the trip would be rough.
Emma and I went upstairs to the cabin just as the boat left port. The boat was moving so I could not take a still picture.
There was enough salt spray to hit the vehicles on the car deck.
This must be a regular affair because they were
ready with a large hose and spray nozzle for each
car.
Emma had been looking a little odd upstairs in the cabin so I went back to the car with her. As we were navigating our way across Irabu-Jima Emma suddenly tossed her cookies. Lucky for her I was busy trying unsuccessfully to catch what I could in my hands or I would have taken a picture to her lasting embarrassment.
I didn't know it yet but we were about to enter the 60's.
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