The next morning the wind has dropped marginally and the planned boat trip from Shiroda to Irozaki goes ahead. The clunky old diesel-driven imitation Chinese junk looks seaworthy enough and we head south.
In the bays it's quite calm...
... but the open sea is rough. Amazingly, on nearly every outcrop there's a crazy rock fisherman with a death-wish. (You may have to double-click this one to see him.)
A generous passenger takes an extreme close-up of the happy couple.
There are inlets everywhere, and Irozaki Harbour's a complete contrast to the wind and waves just a few hundred metres away.
Lyn's didactic digit points out some of the local produce - edible shellfish (whelks?) and seaweed.
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