So, since I moved out to Alaska, all I’ve wanted is to find a Japanese fishing float like the one pictured above. They stopped making them in the 1980s, and because they are so rare, they turn beachcombing into an Easter egg hunt. It seems that every year, only a couple are found in Unalaska.
Despite having received a couple as gifts, I’ve never found one myself. I’ve tried to be the first to hit the fertile beaches as soon as the snow melts. I’ve gone on overnight trips to remote bays with the sole purpose of looking for glass balls. And … nada.
So, you can imagine how hard I laughed when I tripped upon this, at the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul.