Kat, Hannah, Louise, Christine, Sarah and I went to the sumo wrestling tournament in Fukouka 2 weekends ago. We saw, as Louise put it, "fullygrown (well overgrown) men bitchfight. There was face-slapping, hair pulling and underpant grappling." Outside of the arena were 2 wrestlers walking around, so Louise and I got to take a pic with them. Security was at an all-time low and I was able to sneak my way on the first floor where they were warming up and walking out on the ring. There are a couple of wrestlers that are Bulgarian and Mangolian, so not only are they huge around, but their tall too. One of the best things about this country is how true they are to tradition. Sumo wrestling hasn't changed a whole lot since it's inception hundreds of years ago. Before they go on, they have to throw salt on the stage to purify it and cleanse their mouths with water from a community barrel. Supposedly, part of their rigorous training includes drinking beer and sleeping immediately after meals (too bad I already do that without any claim to fame for my sumo skills). Like famous American athletes and football players, the pro sumo wrestlers date supermodels and are invited to luxurious, high profile parties. The average fight is over in less than a minute, but the real draw is when one of them gets thrown out of the ring onto the audience. Mad props to the poor guy who got a facefull of sumo crotch.