Yoron Island Hostess Diary (20): Yurigahama
The back-blast swept everything away. It was incredible to see Manu's light car spin three times and crash into the sugarcane field, and several corrugated metal roofs were ripped off entirely and impaled into the roofs of other houses. The power outage lasted for three days, and eventually, even the water supply stopped. Toko was about to wash rice with rainwater, so I felt sorry for her and gave her some of my stockpiled mineral water.
Manu told me the mystery behind the white bones that Nana had mentioned. This island has a custom of wind burial, and even now, ancestors are enshrined in various places around the island. What Nana saw was likely one of those wind burial sites. Although the custom has changed to burying them once now, a few years later, they dig them up for a ritual called 'bone washing.' Relatives wash the bones, and if they have turned into clean white bones, they consider the person to have reached enlightenment, praising them by saying, 'Thank you, you did well.'
The typhoon finally passed, and the island was battered in many places. The strangely desolate feeling might be due to the damage from the typhoon and salt spray. Before Okinawa was returned, Yoron was the southernmost island in Japan. People would flock there one after another by ship or propeller plane, and the Ginza-dori street was so crowded it was hard to walk through...
'That Ginza-dori?' 'Yes, that Ginza-dori. What other Ginza-dori could there be?' Manu asks, but there are many Ginza-dori streets all over the country. And Yoron's Ginza-dori is quite modest. However, during the tourism boom, it was called things like 'Takeshita-dori' or 'Yoron Island, Tokyo,' and there were apparently several times more inns than there are now.
I can't imagine it... Nowadays, most of the sandy beaches are private beaches. I thought Rafflesia's customers were mostly tourists, but they are mostly company employees or locals.
On the first day after the typhoon, the people who came to drink were the power company workers still in their work clothes.
Thinking that it was thanks to these people that the electricity was restored, they started to look like heroes from Armageddon. Since they said they were going home tomorrow afternoon, I decided to guide them to Yurigahama as a thank you. Yurigahama is a white sand island that only appears at low tide.
The next morning, the Armageddon and Rafflesia teams gathered at Oganeku Beach and headed for Yurigahama, about 1 kilometer offshore, on a banana boat towed by Poseidon. During the day, Poseidon works part-time at a marine company riding a jet ski. Madame gets complaints that he hits on customers right away... but we're not much different. I wonder if even Poseidon, who looks most like Gian if we're talking about celebrities, looks good to them. Resort love is a hallucination paradise, isn't it?
Ever since I got the fins from Manu, I've been coming to dive around here often. Maybe the yellow color stimulates it, but I get attacked by a titan triggerfish every time. Its teeth are quite sharp, so I don't like it, but for some reason, I always end up meeting a triggerfish. When I'm tired from the battle with the triggerfish and floating aimlessly, I suddenly wonder if these fins belonged to Manu's wife. I'm pretty dense, too. Still, why would he want to let go of them? And why to me?
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