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The water buffalo carts cross the shallows between Iriomote and the smaller island in ten or fifteen minutes, the wheels making a slow wake through water that barely reaches the animals' knees. On foot, the crossing takes about five. Yubu, this sliver of sand built up from sediment carried down the Yonara River, has mangroves along its western edge and a beach along the eastern one, and almost nothing else in between except the subtropical botanical garden that has occupied the island since the early 1980s.

The settlement that once stood here was erased by a typhoon, and what replaced it is something stranger and quieter — palms in their tens of thousands, pineapple and sugarcane growing in the older island manner, and a handful of people tending the buffalo. Visitors arrive in modest numbers across the year, board the carts, walk among the planted groves, and leave again before evening. The Tanadui festival, observed across the Yaeyama region, threads back to an older rhythm that the garden itself does not pretend to preserve.

What lingers, after the last cart returns to the Iriomote side, is the sound of water against the cart wheels and the wind in the palm canopy. The island is too small for restlessness and too specific for routine — a place where the work of the day is feeding animals, watching the tide, and counting the visitors out again. Falling within the Iriomote-Ishigaki park boundary, it sits at the edge of how thinly a Japanese island can still be inhabited.