On Sunday, Paul, Amy and Juhi--ALTs from the mainland--were over here on Ie, so I joined them on a tour. We climbed Mt. Gusuku and hiked around the island to the lily field, where Paul and I right down to the bottom of the northern cliffs. The tide was just high enough where the water would crash into the cliffs and wash over our legs. It was a little foolish of us--one misstep could have meant severe lacerations, a broken leg or possibly even death if we happened to fall into the water. The waves on the northern side of the island are especially strong, and you wouldn't stand much of a chance against the sharp rocks. I nicked my hand just leaning against one.

We trekked up to higher ground after that and enjoyed some ice cream as we took in the view of the open ocean. Paul and I did some more hiking down to the shore--about a twenty minute walk--and took in the view from a lower vantage point.





All in all, a pretty decent Sunday.