I’m not sure how, but I forgot how tiring watermelon picking can be. We arrived around 2 this afternoon and soon after headed out to the watermelon patch for about 4 hours. I’m toasted. After a rather large feast and a bottle of beer, I’m not long for the world of the conscious. Cheiko and her mom are about to go for a soak at an onsen (hot spring), and I was invited, but the idea of sitting in 100 degree water is not at all appealing to me right now. I’m taking full advantage of it being perfectly acceptable behavior to keel over on the floor after gorging myself full of food.
Here are a few pics from today.