Ishigaki is filled with interesting creatures. I worried that taking a picture of an owl with my flash may have blinded it. This worry is clearly shown in my mangled pre-snorkelling hands.
Around here, they are really into their
Shisa statues. They are lion-dogs, which seems like a cool pet when you can't decide between a dog and a cat.
Here, we demonstrate our support.
Barry once again attempts his angry scary face, but this time somehow ends up looking like he has no teeth.
The tourist shisas were more brightly coloured so we didn't miss them.
They warded off evil all over the place.
The local public school taught is about international cultures. Italians wear overalls, Aussies like fish patterns, and the Senegalese are angry.
It seems the Brits stole a Hudson Bay blanket, and the Ghanaians enjoy their symbol-wear. Pretty sure the Iranian should be covering up a bit better, mind you.
The Malaysian demonstrates that we haven't seen enough of Malaysia yet.
Davy Crockett was a Canadian? I like the white socks with black shoes. But I like Indonesia and the Irish milkmaid even more.
To complete our learning, we went to a restaurant in Singapore serving the same type of Japanese food. This may have helped us if we'd gone before, but also made life less interesting.
