Okinawa continued.

I left off at awamori. I will pick up where the awamori took off.

Tone Satoshi. While offering around our fraudulent sake we met Satoshi-San, an underwater dive photographer. Very friendly, but we were having a tough time with the language barrier. We had planned to head to an izakaya for 100 yen beers later with some girls from Hong Kong, and he decided to come along, claiming to know the way. After 30 minutes of wandering in the rain we found the place. After a couple more beers, Satoshi-San was capable only of giggling hysterically. At about this point we realized we didn't know his name. Thus began a messy but suprisingly productive strategy of drawing cartoons and writing in Kanji (used in Japan and China) to communicate. He passed out on the common room floor of the hostel. The next morning, we were given gifts that he had left for us including a pricey bottle of Shochu and canned Spam. Awesome, thanks man.