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ㅤㅤWeaving scooters, fast paced individuals, a busy fish market - there are factors of the Higashimuro District that heavily skew towards a hectic lifestyle, the blond finding himself intermittently stepping aside when drawn to a standstill and getting in the way of those going about their day ( il a juste besoin d’un moment... ). Wakayama had been a pitstop for personal reasons, a recommendation from a friend whose terrible sense of direction proved to be unequivocally charming, a few hidden gems discovered along the way over the course of the day - photos are taken and a selfie is sent across with a statuesque temple in the backdrop, a small souvenir to remind the other of home after a prolonged period away. But Sanji’s goal was a meeting point at Zamami, a journey that subsequently took a number of hours while missing a few points of transit, messages of apology sent to a guide whom had been organised as part of the trip.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤIsolated time spent jotting down thoughts in a small notebook about everything and everyone observed en route, the demeanour of some local children play on the blond’s mind while taking a gentle paced ferry, a peculiar attitude of nonchalance present - they’re most likely bored of the influx of visitors following a popular marketing campaign luring curious tourists ( il est presque certain qu’il y avait aussi des « influenceurs » présents ). An unique food festival was taking place across the islands of Okinawa over the upcoming weeks, various eateries setting up at different locations to provide regional delicacies catering to all tastes - given the sheer amount of time since last visiting this corner of the continent, it was an opportunity that the man leapt at, pestering an editor ( qui est très surmené ) about it before being given the go ahead to plunge right in. The freedom to cover the event as he deemed fit didn’t hurt either.
ㅤㅤWhile some areas would be within walking distance whereas others would need a car or boat, the culinarian opts not to overly dwell on it upon arrival, fair hair shining in vibrant sunlight, locks windswept due to the playfully temperamental changes in the coastal Spring breeze. Blue eyes narrowed in concentration with the edge of a raised palm poised against Sanji’s forehead, he peers about the relatively quiet ferry terminal for signs of his contact.
