Exhausted after a night of cross-cultural communication (I was slightly distracted by Ken's new pervie mustache the whole time and my Japanese language skill definitely suffered as a result), we let Tiger entertain us until the sun came up.

Mourning the departure of our buddy Shouta(he moved to San Francisco, he's not dead), Makoto and I set off to Tsuwano, an old castle town in Shimane-ken, for the Yabusame(horseback archery) festival. The competetion was amazing; the tradition, the clothes, the horses, the skill. After the festival we ate San-sai (mountain vegetable)udon and went for a stroll through the old samurai quarters. The streets of Tsuwano are lined with streams of koi, many of which are over a meter long. Apparently there are more koi in Tsuwano than there are people. Mmm...koi.



The Vernal Equinox is a national holiday in Japan which means no work. We spent the day on Omijima, a small island on the San-In coast that has a whale museum and graveyard, a fish market, a floating restaurant, 16 Buddhas, a trash covered beach, some cold, cold water, and a great view. Sally was a champ and led us bravely into the Sea of Japan to celebrate the first day of spring. Samukatta yo!