At it again

While I have been recovering from the most horrid (although to be fair not THAT bad) of a cold, I have been rather unable to think. Which of course meant that I was unable to post.

However, I am back to full health (at least mentally [or rather as normal as my mental health could be]) and now am doing a blog. Just. For. You.

Although, I am using the new blog app, and apparently it doesn't scroll as I type so there is a great chance I am going to fuck this entire thing up. The last word I can see is "just. For. You. "

ANYWAY! I was supposed to be on vacation this week with Dave and even cleared it with the boss for unpaid leave. Unpaid leave that I actually will just make up in the next week (this one). It is absolutely dumb Fuck. I lost my train of thought and I can't see the text. Anyway, we had the week off and of course I got sick but was stubborn as always so we continued to have our vacation. On Wednesday we went to Pineapple Park, which is a "theme" park dedicated to Pineapples. Yes. Please. So we go there and I actually learned quite a bit of information. Did you know there are over 200 kinds of species of pineapple and only 20 are edible? Or that there are ferns which are in the same plant family as the pineapple? Or that many trees I see every day here are actually relatives of pineapples. So I learned all that, then toured the rest of the place and sampled pineapple wine and pineapple cake and pineapple cookies. Yes. Please.

After that we went to the northern most tip of the island where legend has it that an emporer ran away to and hid, never to be found again, and the locals believe he watches over the bluff in the afterlife. Also, it has pretty views. But then we went on an epic quest to find two waterfalls which are supposedly breathtaking. One was closed and the other was so remote I couldn't find it.

The next day was when my sickness was really in full force, but again we tougher it out. We went to visit the peace memorial, which had all the names of the thousands of soldiers who died in the Pacific War. Found a couple long lost great uncles or something. It was a sobering experience to see walls and walls and walls of names.

After that we went to the underground tunnels which the Japanese Navy committed mass suicides because the US Marines were fighting them and were going to overtake them. The tunnels were rather deep, and all dug by hand with pick axes and shovels. David and I kept getting globes of light on our pictures. It was intense. They seemed to be more prevalent on his pictures, which we speculated was because he was an American male.

Somewhere in here we went to membership night and won a digital picture frame in the raffle. I think it was after the waterfall day. Not entirely sure. I was pretty sick.

But I am better now, and posting awayv.