The return of Capt Z


It has been just over a year since I posted here. There has been nothing really to post about. I had figured my Waterworld life was for the most part over.

I had been given a shot at running practice classes for Japan boating lic. but up until recently there had been no takers. I thought was going to be a wash. However within the next few weeks there will be my first students for that coming. So the Lohan school of Boating will be for real in operation. That is a limited enterprise though as well as restricted to just a small section of the river doing powerboat training, not sailing. That is a different world.

For the most part I have been regulated to bottom of the list to be called from the “master’s Boat yard. I thought better of him as I thought we were friends beyond all the help I gave in him the past. But I was wrong. Oh well. He is who he is. One lives, one learns, It is part of growing older. Speaking of which I just had another birthday. A new person sun circumnavigation record for myself. Yay!

One of my desires for the day was to get in a sail. it had been a long time. I did go out several months ago which I did not write about. I was requested by an English speaker to go with another sailor on a day sail. It was a pleasant enough day. Just enough wind to move, but nothing too much work. It was ok. It was nice to have a day’s sailing work and the tip. Which I was not supposed to take , but I did since he put it in my pocket.

So I wanted to get a birthday sail in. I was looking forward to it, but not overly so. I did not want to go to the “master’s” marina, or see him. I know he was bad mouthing me to other employees, I was told so. Therefore more so not see him, and the boat was going to be hot hot, no shade. However, since I was able to I wanted to take advantage. There was not supposed to be much wind that day, however the wind was perfect. I was able to sail at a nice clip even under just the main sail. I was feeling lazy and mostly just wanted to get the sailing “chi” but did not want to work much. As in trimming and tacking, putting the extra sail on off and away. If there was a roller jib that would have been nice , but no, none. The school boat are old with minimum items. So I just used the main and it was perfect. I got the vibe, the energy, the Chi without a lot of work.

While there was good wind there was also a lot of chop. I could feel myself really needing to focus on the horizon a lot, even with taking the seasick pill. I did not wear my wrist bands, I should have. maybe I needed that little bit of “xtra” since I had not been out on the water in long time. No sea legs I guess it is called. Even still it was a good sail, a good reconnected to the water element and wind. Feng Shui of the earth. I felt like the return of Capt Zen.

I was exhausted when I got back to the dock. I am glad I had chilled water with me. I did not work much but the heat and sitting in the sun took my strength. After I got the boat put away and I was very very glad I did not have to put away the jib also, I went to one of the seaside shops there at the marina and had a “softcream” cone. There I relaxed in the a/c for a while. Once a felt normal again I mounted my bike and headed home.

On another note. Thanks to “BLISS” I am able to return to more sailing and even seek out my own students who want to sail. Very cool. With this new prospect to access Water World it is like the return to Capt Zen. So as part of the BLISS team I am hopeful for some sail adventures in the future. As was said by Tom Hanks in “Castaway”, you never know what the in coming tide will bring.


Papa’s got a brand new bag…


And now for something completely different….

…Zen and the way of Powerboats.

I received a email a few weeks ago from an old acquaintance, he was actually the one who got me started with the ASA. He runs a boating school in Kobe, and was looking for some assistance with a program. I agreed, it sounded fairly simple. I was to take some people out for a practice/ training run before they took an offical exam.
Ok so I was off to Kobe. I found my way to the office with a fair amount of confusion and lost time, but made it in spite of that with about 3 minutes to spare. I was quite surprised and glad I left early enough to get lost. 
I go to the company that owns the training boat. I was some new stranger foreigner they needed to check out. Not a big deal to me. I sat with all involved including a translator, that helped things go smoother, and he was also a backup instructor for the program. We all chatted for a while the exam was talked about, boat contract, info used for the class. A large variety of stuff. Most of which had little to do with my job, but I needed to know.
Once everything was covered , including my starting my own, boating school ! That was a shocked, something needed for the boat rental, liability contract. Things were not as simples as I thought, but still reasonable complex. This is Japan after all. So now I am the President of my own boating school, called The Lohan School of boating. It was Lohan boating school, but I think L.S. of B, better than LBS. no matter, just a label. So, we set. Off to the other Marina where the boat is kept. A short train ride and a long hot walk later we arrive at the harbor.
Small room, small boats, on a small river. Again not what I thought, but of that mattered, I followed with the instructions. Once everything was explained, we took off on the water in the small power boat. As we are leaving I notice the stern dock line had not been taken care of proper. I see it, one end of it fall into the water from the dock. I speak up, just after I do the prop catches the line and it snapped. Hmmmm, not a lot of awareness going on from the leaders … a few moments of changing and checking and we are off again.
I am showed what area to avoid whole boating. Where the exam will be held, where to place the markers, the course that will be used. After ll that was explained, I was given the wheel to do the course, of sorts. This was my first time driving a power boat since my test few years ago, even then it was once. Before that it was never! This boat was smaller and different from Aoki’s. It took me a little bit to get used to it. The throttle was weird. Other than the first jump-start before I understood about the throttle, everything else was fine after a few laps around to get the feel of the boat.
This type of boat once the motor is not being run, there is no steerage. It can be tricky. I was tasked with docking the boat. I understood what was involved went slowly, and did the first docking with no issues. The second time was not as good. It was harder trying to follow directions on how to do it. Which after I had already done it made little sense and made me seriously mess up. However once again docked and everyone returned, dry and walking, so it was a good trip.
There were some congrats on doing well and everyone was more relaxed about my new boating cap. So, I will have some other little imput to speak on about Boating in Japan. I do not see a boat in my future but this does keep me more in water world, other than just the limited waterWorld at Tajiri harbor.
I have another training session to attend before I take over the task. The sessions are only 4 times a year, so it will not be a lot of water time involved, but who knows what may come out of it. One thing leads to another…life is like that!

Summer Sailstice


Summer Sailstice 2017…Osaka, Japan

These have been going on for many years now. Headquaters out of the bay Area. Every year I want to do something. A couple of times I said something to the company, it went no where. A little interest at first but no follow through. This year I planned on sailing alone, out for a ways maybe down to Tannaowa Marina , have some lunch and sail back. Nothing complex, just an easy sail in honor of the day. It did not of course work out that way.
The boat I was going to use came up for use that day for an introduction to sailing demo. As luck would have it I was asked, even through the person was not an English speaker. No one else was available, no doubt! 🙂 However, as I student of Zen I learned to just roll with life, and take everything as a present and be grateful. That is the way of Zen.
It for me was ok, I wanted to go out to sail no matter. This was better I got paid, even though no lunch at the cafe. Roll with it, I did! It turns out it was a cute lady wanted to get a feel for sailing. The weather was good, I was expecting extreme light winds. However the winds were not perfect but sailable. I was only asked a few questions, and we had small basic chats. Enough to be informative, relaxing and interesting. Having some fair winds helped as well. She could get a more enjoyable actual sailing experience rather than a motor-sail. With that going on to be felt, words were not needed!
We sailed about and around for a couple of hours. It was pleasant, I had shown her how to set up the boat, so I did the reverse upon return to the dock. She had seemed genuinely interested the full operation of sailing, not just getting out there. This woman had not seemed like the type who would go out sailing, especially alone when I met her. I was quite surprised.
I never knew if she later signed up for classes. I am not used for Japanese class any longer, so I have no idea. Anyway, the day was pleasant and different for my first really out-there Sailstice in Japan. I would like to do more, but since I have no boat and very limited access to one, or support from the ones who would profit…so yea, castles made of sand.

*A brand new bag…up next*

Short sail tale

The short sail tale…
It has been a while since I have posted here. I really had not expected to again, or at least for longer than it is now. Shows, “one never knows what the tide will bring in.”.
I received a request to go pickup a boat. It was suppose to be a two day affair, not very far. Not really even an over-nighter, but sort of. With that and us needing some money input, I agreed. Wakayama to Tanoshima and back. I did not fully understand what the deal was with that but since it was short I agreed. What it was is, we went to Wakayama, via car, then took a ferry to Tanoshima , then sailed a boat back to Wakayama. Ok , nice. Short sweet and simple. No Typhoons. There was some rain expected I find out later, but not a big deal.
I met my ride nearby my house at 11:00 pm at night. We drive to Wakayama. Easy trip, no problems. Once there we wait for the ferry. As we were ready to board a Gaijin asks me if I speak French or English. He is looking for a hotel for the night. I try to help but there is none nearby. I said he would have to take a taxi into town. Good luck.
So my companion and I board the ferry. We walk past a bunch of seat outside and in to an area that is open with only a small single line benches of benches along the wall and carpet on the floor.
The rest pf the space is open. I am told this is were we ride. I am surprised but roll with it. People ride in this area for a cheap trip to wherever. Sit and sleep on the floor as a group like refugees and boat people. Cheap cheap cheap. I have learned how money is more important than the employees at this company so, was not phased at all.
We sleep the 2 hour ride on the floor and arrived at Port. There the former owner of the boat took us to the boat we were moving back to Wakayama. The wind was up but checking the sky it did not look like the storm was coming just yet. LZ had said rain was to hit by the time we got back to Wakayama. I had my rain gear so whatever.
We spent the next couple of hours getting the boat ready and rigged for the bay crossing. Checking systems etc. it was a very nice boat, I was surprised. Fairly old but expensive. We made ready and set off about 4:00 a.m., with increasing clouds and a fair amount of chop once we got to open water. We had an average speed of 70 knots motor-sailing on a mostly beam to close reach.
Once further out the chop things smoothed out a bit. I could feel myself getting somewhat seasick so that was somewhat of a relief. I only had my wrist seasick bands with me. I was out of pills. I knew the office had some and thought the “captain” would bring some as part of the equipment he was bring from the office. He did, but just for himself! Oh well I thought, my bad for depending on someone else, so I would just deal with whatever happened. Mostly I was ok. There was one point though I thought for sure I was going to be hanging over the side feeding the fish. However I was able to control it and it passed. I was grateful!
The rain started as we got about halfway across the bay. Not bad, there was a dodger on the boat and the rain came from on the nose. By the tome we reached port it had let up and we docked.
The marina at Wakayama, was upscale money money money. Big big yachts there. We were taken to the slip and docked.
Once there we set about working. At least the “captain” did, I ate the breakfast I brought along. The rain started again, the Captain started to work on the boat. He needed to remove the old boat name decals. It would not easy peel off, so he needed to use a heater, like a hair dryer to do so. He found the extension cord and shore power. I showed him how to turn it on. After I ate I go to check on helping. He is standing in the rain using a hairdryer! I check the cords. The connection plug for the extension is only an inch from a large puddle of water. A sharp pull would have put it into the water! I fuss about it! He looks surprised but keeps on working. He is a young guy, who is fully programmed to his job. I look for something to coverup. I the large steering wheel cover and use it to cover him and the hairdryer while he works, so he will not get electrocuted. It says it is troublesome and does not want it hindering his movements. Dumbass , I think, fine and go inside the boat to clean.
We spend the next couple of hours doing stuff. After he finished one side he asked for help to figure out how to get power to the other aid of the boat and the name off with nothing to stand on. We can just turn the boat around I say. Do not even have to start it, just undo the lines, and we pull it around in the slip…duh! That done, he goes back to work. I continue to clean. It is now raining more. He is still using the hair dryer, I am washing the deck. I am expecting at the least any moment for the dryer to short out and at least blow the circuit. It did not, oh well. To me better safe than sorry, for him get the job done is number one thought. Mine is staying alive. Anyway, I wash the boat, something that is easy in the rain, put on the sail covers, wheel cover , etc. then back inside.
Finally we are finished we gather the items to take back to the home base and exit and wait at the Yacht club lobby for a taxi.
I learned a lot about the kid’s mentally on this trip. Overall it was a fair trip. I got to sail a bit, see another couple of ports in Japan and get a bit of money. I would do it again even under the same conditions, but be sure to bring my own seasick meds.
In two weeks it is summer sailtice. I plan on doing my own little part in the celebration I will plan on borrowing a boat from the school and doing a short sail from Tajiri harbor to Tannowa harbor for lunch. Then in Aug another short sail for my birthday. So yeah, I can still get my sail on. Even though I am not teaching ,much these days. None really, things at the school are slow, and the Japanese instructors are given the work, unless it will be an English class. “Shigatakanai” , it can not be helped!

What the spring brings

It has been a while since I have checked in here. There has been no changes in my connection to waterworld. No sailing adventures. I am still working for the “master” in the yard. Doing misc tasks. I pretty much like it. Just given a task then pretty much left alone. With the teaching a class I always have to be aware pf what I am going to say. So doing the yard work is nice. Sometime handling the problems of installation of some instrument is a nice challenge.
So yeah, no sailing, no boat pickup or delivery. Sooner or later I sure I will be needed to pickup or deliver a boat. Any delivery I am ok with , but the pickup, nope, nothing from the ocean side. I am done with that. Maybe I will not be asked again now that the manager is up to speed on all things, well , somewhat. Enough that the master will make use of it.  
The weather has really sucked as of late so I do not miss being out sailing, at all, at ALL!
However, there are times when working on a boat at the dock or on the dry I get nostalgic about having my own boat, my space.
Sometimes, sitting there on a rainy day, feeling good and listening to the rain beat on the cabin top. The roll of the boat riding the rise and fall of the water. Sometime missing the gentle sail down the Estuary in Oakland. 
I still want to get out there one day. Perhaps in my 70’s I can have that as my last adventure. Sailing the inland sea. Who knows how thing swill work out. As it turns out my brother-in-law as taken a liking to sailing. He wants to be an instructor in his retirement. I told him we can sail together with the school boats this spring and through the season. He is a good guy. I like single handing, but he is family and a nice guy so I will make some days to help him with his skills. Who knows maybe we will get a boat together one day. Lady LZ and I have a friend who spoke of moving back to Japan and getting a group of friends to go in on boat. However he has changed his mind about the full-time moving back.
So really things are quiet now in Zen’s WaterWorld. I have not heard anything else from the other boat yard since that one day I worked doing a bottom paint job. I was told A spot would be found for me and called. Maybe it is just slow this time of year for them. They are a small yard. We’ll see, what the spring brings…

Winds of change

Winds of Change

A new door opens. In the Christian world it is said when God closes one door, he opens another. At least something like that. There is most likely some Buddhist -Taoist saying of the same thought. Anyway, yeah, I thought this blog was gong to be much pretty ended with the recent betrayal of “the Master”. Distancing myself from him would severely limit my sailing exposure. Hahah, I just had a flash on the name “the master” in the British show called Doctor Who, “the master” is an evil villain… I will say no more on my digression. There is sailing in Kobe, and more foreigners, however there are several issues with that path.
So Yeah, I am still working, but under the vibe of weird conditions. I do not know if it is me, or him, but yeah, I am feeling something. I go in and just do my job, but it feels weird. Maybe just my thoughts of knowing he speaks ill of me, of everyone behind their back. This is not how a true Zen master behaves. I guess like in Kyudo one can have the technical skills but not the spirit, the heart. I thought one had to have both to be a master.
So LZ was very very upset the other day, about the whole thing that happen, and some other things she has heard. While I was at work one day and she was off, she spent the day on the phone calling other marinas and yards, seeing if they needed someone with my marine skill set. As it turns out no place was looking for help, except one. She told them about my background and the person asked to see my resume. I wrote it up when I got home and she sent it in. She said the company president, Japanese, who she was speaking with, who spoke fluent English , had graduated from a University in England was impressed and wanted to met me.
The marina was in the area not near as the one I am at, but close enough via a short train ride. Which in one way is good, better to be checking outside of the immediate area so as not to have any conflicts.
I went in today and met with the owners. We had a nice chat, they seemed like nice people and the place felt comfortable. They only have one other yard person right now as it is slow and they have no sailing instructor but wanted one for their closed school since they did not have an instructor. We talked some about my teaching background, he said he was impressed with my sail experience. I said most of it has been in the States but I did have some serious
Sailing here in Japan, including with Typhoons. He said what are you doing out in a Typhoon you should be in port. My reply was yeah, I agree , but I was told it was going to be safe and I would rather not go into it any further than that. LZ said she had told him about where I was working now, and there were some issues. He said he understood, apparently there is a reputation out there. Small island, small industry, of course there is talk…
He also expressed that since is a small industry here that it is difficult to find someone with my
skills. How nice to be appreciated! He explained the pay scale, transportation expenses and misc stuff. Anyway we seemed like a good fit and I am to start once work picks up some. They have plans for re-opening the yacht club, which has a bar, also the sailing school, they already have some sailing supplies. LZ was really excited about this place from speaking with the owner, he has an international mind-set. I felt comfortable, this could be a good thing down the road, on several levels, including a spot for me to my band to play, and possibly host other bands…this could be very interesting. They have monthly boat races last Sat of the month, the owner says they get a pretty good turn out. I was invited to come by on this upcoming Sat race but I am already teaching a class that day, then heading back to the States. The owner said he will be in touch then when I return.
Winds of change… 
another door opens…
in Japan.

The sail from Hell…respect lost

The sail from Hell…respect lost

I had another sail tale to tell before this, but I figured my couple of readers would rather have something more exciting to read about. This is it and maybe my last sailing post…reasons you can see/guess after reading. At least for a long while until I can purchase my own boat again.
I was asked by the company Pres aka the “master” to go do a boat pickup in Shizuka. This is near Tokyo, one can see Mt Fuji from this town. I was in that area once before to pickup a boat. There was a somewhat new employee with me, also not a real sailor, he is just learning the ropes. 
This trip was just sprung on me, so I was not pleased about it. Partly because I do not like sailing this route from Tokyo to Osaka. There is an area called the cape of Japan were the Black Tide or Black Current is located. Many ships have gone down there I have heard. Because of the strong current all the time in order for ships, especially small ships to get by one has to sail only a few yards from the rocky shore. Twice I have had to do this in the dark. It is very unsettling.
Another reason I was not pleased about this trip was I had to back out of a band event after I said I was going to do the show, then the trip was cancelled, I said ok I can do it, then the trip is back on again, I re-cancel. I need the work and I thought I was helping a friend. It makes me seem like a flake to keep waffling. When I give my word I will do something I do it. That is the way of honor. My code as a Zen Lohan Priest is to be honorable an an example, not to be a flake.
The other and the main reason, is as of late there have been several Typhoons, one after another happening here in Japan. One was just hitting a few days before #12 and the trip was cancelled, another # 13 was due. The “master” said he had extensively checked the weather and the window between storms was the perfect time to go. There was be fair weather, no worries…
However LZ had also checked and did not feel good about me going she felt it was dangerous. She had spoken with and told the “master” what she found about the forecast but was told it was going to be fine. Safe sailing was important, no worries…she was told.
The day came, I met the other worker at the train stop. He had been briefed I was told on all aspects of the trip, everything was under control. We took the train to our destination. The trip there was easy, regular trains then the bullet train, then a local train. We arrived at the harbor. It was the kind of place that all the boats where moored out on lines. There was no dock to speak of, at least not for long term staying.
The boat was brought into the small temp dock where we needed to prepare the boat for the trip. Install sails, clean, get the boat inspected and registered. Some official had to come down to check the boat and give paperwork. Finally all was done.
Someone at the office gave us a ride to the local convenience store. It was disappointedly small. I made do with what I could find. The surprise for the area was how close we were to Mt Fuji. I had a great view from the store.
We finished shopping and went back to the boat. I thought we were going to eat then just hangout for the rest of the night, then leave early. Wrong we ate then set out for home. 
LZ felt it was good when I told her. She said better to leave early and beat the in-coming storm. She was seeing some huge waves day after tomorrow. She was worried even though the “master” blew it off and said it is all good! She tells me please email her from my phone every three hours the following day. Hugh wave were expected in my path. 
It was very very hard to see as we were leaving the port in the dark. I struggled on finding my way out. The new kid gave directions, he had a GPS, and he had also made the sailing route, so directed me. I had to question some of what he said because what I could see was not were we should be going. It did work out finally and we were on our way. I hate hate hate night sailing in strange places!!
We slowly made our way out into open waters.the weather was calm and we made our way.
Once well under way we went into shifts. There were a few light rain spots but nothing serious. However reading the sky I could see some un-pleasantness forming here and there in the night sky…
As we moved on, my shift second shift was starting, the sky did not look good at all. Sure enough a storm hit, Thunder, lighting and big rain. Not fun, not good. Not a pleasant place to be out on the open sea, tall mast in a lighting storm. Even my mentor Capt Mary did not like sailing in lighting storms and avoided them she had said. I went over what could happen if struck by lighting. I unplugged my phone and iPad. I did some quiet prayers and sat in the companion way trying not to get so wet. It somewhat helped…somewhat. Just before the end of my shift it, the rain and lighting stops, the new kid takes over under fair conditions, no rain, no lighting, no thunder. I go below and sleep, resting for my next shift. 
Once again my shift and yes, once again, I am rained on, the kid sleeps dry. I am not pleased, but it is what it is…I roll with it.
The next morning I am up at 6:00 am for my shift. I awake with a start, feeling something is wrong. I am disoriented. All seems correct, but I am off. I am very warm, hot in fact. I am thinking I am overdressed for the weather? It is warm, but this feels different, more like a fever. About 1 hour into my shift, I feed the fish. Afterward I feel better, but not perfectly normal. On we sail…


We start the approach to the “cape of Japan” . In the past two times making through this area it has always been in the dark. Unpleasant, unnerving. It has to be done, I have been told close to the shore, which is full of boulders. The whole area is a mess of surf breaking big Arse Rocks! I am always paranoid. More so not being able to see in the blackness of night! This time it is timed we are passing in the day light.

As we are nearing the area the ocean surge is increasing, from the Typhoon in the south. Big big waves and surge. As we get closer the winds increase and the wave get jumbled. This is not going to be a pleasant passing I am thinking. I am watching the rocks, the waves, the surge, feeling the wind, watching the rocks. The kid is paying more attention to the GPS course than what is in front of us!! Following it steadfastly. I said something about watch where we are going, see the light water and foam those are underwater rocks , dangerous, be careful. He slightly nods, looks and goes back to watching the GPS, and clicking the autopilot for adjustments. I watch closely our headway, and standby ready to take over the helm.
Slowly slowly we make headway, whilst I am silently praying and figuring how much further we have to go. We are nearing the end of the section. The surge increases and the seas get major confused.
The auto pilot can not handle the mess and the jumping, the arm comes off the tiller. The kid is trying to steer by hand, in the big surge and making me very un-comfortable with his lack of skill. I take over. We continue onward, there is no choice. The surge increases, the confusion increases. I am picking up a engine smell. But we make it past the last of that section, and things calm a bit.
We are coming up on the last section, and close to the rocks, I recall this area from the lighthouse memories at night. As we approach the water is not too bad, we seem under control. I go below for a quick use of the head. I enter and hear a loud screeching noise, like a bearing rubbing with no oil. I rush to the deck. There are clouds of black smoke coming from the engine. I quickly throttle down as the motor starts losing power. We are near the rocks and in big surf again. I quickly go forward to release the jib so it can be raised. However there is problem. I can not deal with it, with the kid steering. I go back to the cockpit and take over the steering to find some wind. I send the kid forward to deal with the jib. I am franticly trying to catch some wind to move us away from the rocks. The wind is everywhere but nowhere. Finally the jib is free and I raise it, still the wind is shifting, the surf is pushing us. There is just enough power in the motor I see to hold us in place, and finally with both sails up and find a position and we ever so slowly inch away from the rocks. 
At the same time as the smoke and noise started, the rain also started. Now it is a downpour as we slowly inch away from a wet rocky death on the shore. Still I can not breath easy as we at times seems to move , other times seems to slide backward. I am soaked from the downpour, but I see us slowly inch away, and past the rocks and light house.
Finally we are clear, I struggle to catch my breath for the next fifteen minutes, while sitting in the rain deluge. The kid and I breath heavy, heads down trying to re-center. For the next 2 hours we slowly make headway in high seas and heavy rain. I am soaked to the bone. I check our fuel and notice the next problem it is low. Another problem, we can not refuel in the rain. If water gets into the fuel, the motor stops. I do not know much about diesel engines, but I know that much. I asked the kid how far to the marina? He had given me a change of course just as we were passing the rocks. I can not deal with that now, I said, I was trying to keep us alive. However now was the time to face that. I was told 6 hours. We did not have 6 hours of fuel as the pace we were going against the wind. Maybe three, maybe if lucky four with help from the wind. I sat, calmed my breath and thought, waited, asked the Universe for guidance and a break.
About an hour later there was a break in the rain. It was still a light rain, it did not fully stop but it slowed dramatically. I came upon the idea to use one of the extra sails as a cover. I had the kid get out the extra fuel can and I covered him with the sail as a tent while he refueled the tank. That done, I felt better and settled in for the long wet trip to port in the big wave and head winds. 
The kid had been getting sick over the last hour. I felt bad for him, but now that things were some what settled, I noticed myself feeling illness coming as the rain started again then slowed and stopped. Then it started and I was hanging over the side of the boat. Again and again, I tried to force myself to get stable, mind elsewhere etc. I needed to go below for something as the waters calmed slowly. I went below and tried to rest laying down. Usually it is a bad move to go below when sea sick, but I had no choice with this, also because I was starting to shake with a chill. It helped some. However after a bit I was at the sink, heaving, over and over. Even moving my head caused me to hurl into the sink. I was in bad shape. Not only was I throwing up and had the major chills and was shaking badly. The only thing that saved me was there were heavy blankets on the boat. I wrapped myself in one. God it felt good. That warmed me greatly. The kid told me I could rest, things were under control. I slept. Once again I awoke with a start I felt the boat make a sudden change. I asked what was going on. The kids said he had to avoid another ship. (I found out later he almost hit one that came up without him noticing. ) I went back to sleep. 
Slowly the seas calmed and we picked up speed and started making time. I slept on and off. The last hurl into the sink left my stomach empty. I was feeling better, just weak. I finally hear the kid talking to someone at the port. We have made it. I go on deck to help prepare. I do what I can in my weakened state. Once ready for docking, but still a distance out of the marina I go again below to rest, until we are making the dock approach. Finally we are docked. I feel better, the last vomit emptied my gut and I felt an improvement. This lead me to believe it had sometime to do with what I had eaten and had gotten some food poisoning.
I find out the new plan is we will stay for the night in the harbor, there is another Typhoon due to hit that night and most of the day tomorrow. I say a thank you prayer and go lay on the dock. The kid calls “the master”. With the news of staying over night I decided I was staying in a hotel even if I had to pay. I told the master I needed to stay in a room for the night. I was figuring I had pickup some food poisoning from the night before’s meal and told him. He agreed to my statement, however there was a lot of confusion that followed due to translation. My wife was told I was returning home as I was too sick to continue. It took a while and several phone calls to get everything corrected.
After some dinner, a very light one for me, re-adjusting the boat at the “masters” command, because he felt the angle was wrong for the up coming winds. He was very concerned about the boat being damaged. We finally got to a room for the night. It was first said I would get the room the kid would stay on the boat. That changed later for whatever reason. It was not really a hotel as I was expecting. It was a room with a futon, bathroom and shower in the hall, a hostel type of place. There is a name which I do not recall. A traditional Japanese cheap place to sleep for a traveller/ student. I shared the small cheap room with the kid. WTF I was thinking, not pleased but rolled with it, as I had no choice. I reminded myself, just be thankful you are not on the boat in this storm, you are dry and warm. I fell asleep grateful.
After a shower and some dry clothes I went to bed, exhausted and disgusted. I was told breakfast would be at 6:30 a.m. not the 8:30 I requested when asked and was told ok. Meanwhile the rain and winds had started in ernest, I was glad to be out of it, and slept expecting a day of rest tomorrow, at least most of it.
The next day the storm had passed that night. We were expecting to leave in the afternoon around 3:00. However the storm had passed overnight. The morning was pretty clear. The kid and I had worked it out, I would rest until 9-10 then we would leave. He in the meanwhile would get the boat ready. Next thing I know I hear from LZ saying that she heard the kid was going to sail the boat back alone, leavng in 1 hr , because I was too sick and was going to take the train! Whaaaat! Where did that come from I say. The kid and I have it worked out. I explained, she called him, and confirmed that was indeed the case. I lay back down…a few minutes later, the “master” calls, saying, I could take the train back, because the kid needed to leave in 1 hr because of the tide. (which was BS). I said he is not able to make it alone, I will go with him, now. I got up and went to the marina. We cast off shortly afterward.
We slowly made our way out of the marina out to the open water. That took about 1 hr. The kid had told me, I could rest all the way back to Osaka, he could handle it, he was good. So far the trip was smooth…it did not last…
Shortly later the wind and waves picked up…more and more! It was heavy storm conditions without the rain! I had to again take over. The kid did not know what to do, and at one point was trying to sail under full sails. I dropped the jib, still the wind and waves overpowered us. We were already under 1 point reef. The second reef point was not rigged. I had to improvise a way to put it in. After much effort I managed to put in the second reef and it held, for a while. Later I had to re-rig a way to get it more stable and hold better. The second reef helped, greatly. Still the wind and waves increased. I checked for a nearby port, but there was none. So we had to continue, with the strong headwinds, inching our way forward.
I had found that near to shore the wind was more manageable. I also noticed even the big ship travelled there rather than out further. It was easier to sail, but more dangerous with more big traffic. As the wind was on our nose where we needed to go, I under took a tacking pattern to make headway. Slowly slowly progress was made. I had checked my weather map and saw we had about three to four hours to go before the heavy wind area ceased.
Finally after a few hours of this, we had comfortable sailing. We were able to pickup some speed and make good headway. We approached one more area of minor concern due to the speed of the current. However we were able to go through even with the counter current at 4-5 knots, under sail and motor. Somewhat near to shore. Then we were back in the home bay of Osaka. I noticed there was smoke from the engine again, but not enough to be overly concerned as it is a diesel engine. I went below to rest. I was there for about five minutes when I hear two very loud bangs ! My first thought was we hit something or the motor had thrown a rod. I went on deck, asked the kid what happened? He did not know. However the motor was ok. I checked for water leaking , entering the boat. Everything was ok. However, we found the steering was extremely hard to handle. The tiller was hard to move. Whatever it was, perhaps a fish trap had damage our steering. We still could control the boat but not easily. No matter we were home.
The next issue was getting the boat into the marina. Our harbor is just under a bridge. Because of our arrival time and the height of the boat at high tide we could not enter. I had guessed we were going to dock just before the bridge and the boat would be moved in the morning at low tide. I had seen that done before and did not think it was a big deal. However, the “master” had it in his mind he wanted the boat inside the marina, so we spent the next 1.5 hours trying to get under the bridge and could not. The master was not pleased. I found out later, he was upset and he spoke badly about me, not getting the boat back in the time, as he wanted ! WTF!
Once it was figured out we could not make it inside. The “master” comes to the boat, takes great care in making sure the boat was protected against being scraped on the seawall tie up. He made sure everything was just so.
Not one word of concern or thanks or apology to me for having to go through the Typhoon, because of his bad call, and rushing. Nor thanks for getting the boat back safe, nothing! He only concern was getting his boat safe in the marina. Even after the kid told him the only reason he made it back safe was because I was there. He was very casual about that. Ok, I get it none of this is a big deal for a circumnavigator who has gone around the African cape, but I am not that guy. I am out there working for him, not because I was out there for fun. So to me that says, only boats matter not the people who work for him! Compassion for all life is one of the number one items on the list for those who practice Zen. He failed as a “master” in my eyes.
My lesson was learned, and my respect lost. My spirit was shattered! For the next three days I was depressed, this was someone who I thought was a friend, someone who on many times I went out of my way to help. Including this time. Even LZ said this was a bad time to travel and showed him the weather maps. He said it would be fine sailing, even after he was shown otherwise. LZ says as a Zen Priest it is part of my spiritual training to rise above this. I am struggling to do so. Even just a thank you would have made a difference in my feelings.

The day after the day after…I had a sailing class to teach. When I was going to the boat, the three yard workers ( not the “Master” who acted like everything fine and normal) lined up when they saw me, and bowed deeply saying thank you for my effort. That was touching and warmed my spirit.

One thing for sure it will be my last sail from The north to Osaka. I have more Trauma from this than getting rescued off the coast of Mexico. This maybe my last sailing adventure blog post. Not from the Trauma, but because I will not trust his words on sailing conditions, nor will will I take another pickup a used unchecked out unknown condition boat from the North Pacific side of Japan to bring to Osaka. He may just cut me off. Oh well, I worked 24 hours and get paid the same as working a 8hr day. The only extra is food coverage. Perhaps it is best to have this motivation to find another income source.