A woman was preparing a large amount of freshly picked wakame seaweed in a building at the Hashirimizu fishing port

As the fishing boats departed, there were no other fishing boats anywhere to be seen leaving the harbor, and the harbor was silent. The waves were chapping and lapping prettily. I wandered around the empty harbor, taking pictures of dried wakame seaweed, the screws of fishing boats that had landed, and other equipment that I had no idea what it was used for.

As I was doing so, I heard voices coming out of nowhere. Someone was there. And that person seemed to be talking to me. I looked in the direction of the voice and saw an old man sitting on a bench. He was talking to me.

The old man seemed to be wondering what I was doing in the deserted harbor. When I told him that I was taking pictures while taking a leisurely stroll, he looked at me as if he didn't understand. On the other hand, when I asked the man what he was doing, he said he was taking a rest after finishing wakame seaweed fishing. I did not have such an image in my mind, but it seems that wakame fishing is going on in the sea of Yokosuka. No wonder there were wakame seaweed drying everywhere in the harbor.

As I listened to him with great interest, he told me to take pictures of wakame seaweed being prepared in a nearby building. I followed his instructions and peeked inside the building, and sure enough, there were some woman working there with a large amount of wakame seaweed. The woman working there was as friendly as the man, and when I asked her if I could take her picture, she graciously allowed me to do so.

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