07 06 2004

Mon, 07 Jun 2004

Sayonara

My boss got a transfer to Osaka recently, and on Saturday night we went out with the rest of the school staff and some of the regular students to give him a farewell. The "official" farewell was the night before - shabushabu - meat, veggies etc cooked in hot water. It'd been yummy.

The Saturday dinner was held at a European restaurant, where a selection of dishes were placed in front of us. "Nomihoudai" had also been organised - basically all you can drink in a given period. We ate, drank and chatted and had a good time. My favourite dish (and I suspect it wasn't European) was raw meat soaked in some sort of marinade. Yum.

After the dinner, we were walking along the main city shopping street. Most of the posse were headed to "nijikai" - the "second party", which I think was karaoke, and I was headed to a bar to meet with some newly found friends I'd arranged to meet earlier.

While we were standing around deciding where to go and saying our farewells, we suddenly heard this big noise, like a riot had suddenly started.

It wasn't a riot, and eventually the cause of the noise appeared. About 50-100 male university students, dressed in a sumo-esque outfit (something resembling a g-string), were running down the main city street yelling something about the university.

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