This morning we awoke to a cloudy horizon and the prospect of a typhoon. I also discovered first hand that nothing travels faster than a rumour through a campsite full of Gaijin, and I confess that I was rather taken by the one concerning the cancellation of the 10:55 ferry, with the 07:30 boat being the only way off the island for the next three days. By the time I had showered, packed, and run the 3km to the campsite with my camping pack I was fairly vexed, not to mention incredibly sweaty. Still it had all been worth it, as I arrived just in time to find out that the 07:30 ferry had been cancelled, owing to the fact that the waves were coming up over the storm barriers of the port, making docking impossible.
Sitting in the (blessedly air-conditioned) port building, rumours of a number of alternative methods off the island began to circulate. These included: a hydrofoil; a private yacht; and light aircraft, but alas a lack of: seats; opulent wealth; and a desire to fly in a deathtrap through a tropical storm, soon put paid to these. In the end there was a lull, and the ferry was able to dock, much to everyone’s release. In fact one chap was so happy about it that he insisted on playing a pair of castanets for the duration of the 7-hour boat tide back to Tokyo, magic.