This morning I celebrated the late Emperor in style, by heading to Ryougoku to watch a sumo wrestling open training session. The arena was dazzling, the contenders gigantic, and the price just right (free). The fact that there were lots of empty seats confirmed my suspicions that there are not that many actual sumo fans in Japan, and that the main tournaments sell out simply because it is something to be seen at. Well either that, or the 07:00 start of the training session was just a bit too early for the sane people enjoying their bank holiday lie-ins.
In the afternoon I was making my daily (okay hourly) check through Craig’s List and what should I find but a free sofa-futon. The only slight drawback was that it was halfway across Tokyo, and when I asked about carrying it on the train I was informed that, “It’s not exactly heavy, but it is fairly big and very awkward, I doubt you will be able to carry it on the train”. And low and behold it did indeed prove to be reasonably light (well less than 3/4 of my bodyweight at least), and also incredibly awkward. Not so much for me though as for the passengers traveling with me during the bank holiday rush hour. Still, after only a twenty-minute walk, two trains, and three stations I was home, my back still working at no less than 30% capacity.