This morning I walked out to South Futami, along the inland sea to meet the owner of the yakitori place I frequent. He had invited me out to watch him and his friends play in the local softball championship. Everybody was decked out and looking good – except for the team I was rooting for. These guys showed up in pretty scruffy clothes, but they actually did well. They ended up coming in second in the tournament, and so there was much moaning and groaning among the guys later on.
I took some pictures of the area, and I got one picture of the “master” of the yakitori place at bat.
I told the guys that I would drop by for a late dinner at the yakitori place at around 8:30. When I got there, one of the guys was sitting there having trouble staying on his chair. He had thought I had said 6:30, so he had been there two hours already, and was pretty drunk. The rest of the guys came in gradually, and the master cooked up some great stuff. I had fried tofu for the first time, and like most things that are fried, it was quite good.
Tomorrow I’m meeting Nel and Antoine in Kobe for Indian food. I also get to meet Nel’s fiancee for the first time. Should be fun!
