Summary: Japan Diary
Fit The Fourth
Cathy Tuttle and David Notkin
1 Sumo, Bikes, Ninja and Buckets
In late January Cathy and I went to Tokyo for a week. She had a couple of appointments,
and I had a workshop to attend. Although our first meetings were on Monday, we left our
apartment at 5:30 A.M. on Sunday to get a 6:30 A.M. bullet train. Why? Because the sumo
tournament was on, and it was time to go in person! We were worried, though, since we
knew that the few tickets available on the day of the match would probably be sold before
we even reached Tokyo. But I figured that there would be scalpers, as there are at every
popular sports event I've ever dealt with. So we snoozed on the train ride, waking up only
to goggle at the snow-capped, crystal-clear view of Mt. Fuji. Somehow, we weren't inspired
to think about climbing it again, at least not yet.
We put our luggage in lockers in Tokyo Station and headed off to the sumo stadium.
We got there around 10 A.M., which is when the first matches start. The main matches
don't start until past 3 P.M., though, so we were quite surprised to see the area bustling.
Underneath colorful banners over 20 meters high there were people handing out free sumo
calendars, sumo wrestlers (in top-knot and wearing yukata) walking from the train station
and getting out of taxis, as well as lots of people just milling around.
As we expected, there were no tickets available at the gate. We had heard (from