Another Festival

I know having taken part in my own little towns festival how much goes into the force used to bash their Mikoshi (mobile shrines together), but Kuse festival was something else. The shrines are larger and on wheels. They look like boats and have a small helm for people to bang away at big drum in a rhythmic fashion. The force that they collide with and the fact there are so many people rushing around, it is surprising no one is hurt.

The stools also had some fine delicacies, with more things on a stick than you can shake-a-stick at; including banada cover in chocolate, squid in a sweet sauce, intestines of some animal and tiny toffee apples (Which makes sense as you can eat it so much easier).

We also had Maki's parents and her grandmother with us. Her grandmother is 90 years old, but must be some kind of super human, she had been walking up and down mountains all day, the festival in the evening and still looked ready for more, with a permanent smile on her face. She can hear better than me and she has eyes like a hawks. I think if the 'Fountain of Youth' can be found anywhere, it's in Okinawa.