Okinawa – The sidelines pub

We are not ready to go to sleep, so we end up at the pub on the corner: The Sidelines.

I know my tolerance level for alcohol allows me still some drops but not too much, and I look for gin.
I go to the bar, scrutinize all the different kinds of gin they have and finally I find what I want: a bottle of Botanist.
I ask for a shot of gin, no soda, no tonic, no rocks, just pure gin.
The bartender – a young Irishman that moved to Okinawa only two weeks ago – is way more generous than my body can afford, so I pour half of the gin in the glass of my travel mate.

There we discover peanuts liquor and we drink it while watching on TV the MMA star Conor McGregor smashing some guy.

There are no Japanese clients there. It looks like to be an American pub for Americans, except that we are in Japan and not in the USA.

Most of the American military bases in Japan are located in Okinawa, which explains why we are surrounded by young men and women, all quite fit.

The relationships between US military and Okinawa habitats are not the easiest ones.
In fact, the first time I heard about Okinawa, when I was a teenager, was when the Italian newspaper covered the case of a rape of a teenager by American soldiers, which triggered the protests of the population.
It has been recorded as the 1995 Okinawa rape incident.  It does not seem that things improved much since.