“Check-in” was basically the nice lady from the café showing us to the double doors to our rooms where our luggage had arrived. The double doors were directly to the courtyard so you don’t actually have to go into the main house. We sat, and sat and waited for the infamous Miyake-san to arrive and show us the ropes. Bear in mind that the rooms are traditional, therefore not en-suite. We needed a drink and the loo. Eventually we heard him come to a back door and announce that we were going to do something. What seemed like a lifetime of embarrassing to-ing and fro-ing of words we eventually figured out that he was taking us sailing…on the sea… because it would be a good experience. We climbed into his knackered old car so he could drive us the 200 metres to the marina, donned a lifejacket and climbed on his mates’ little sailing boat. The lady from the café was brought along, I think it’s fair to say “brought along” as I am unsure that she had much choice as she had finished work and I think she was asked to join us to help translate for the feckless English he had staying. We were out for about an hour and a half sailing through the little islands around the Naoshima coast.
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