After an extremely long dinner at a (smoke-filled) izakaya, we made our way back to the hotel. Along the way, we chanced upon some sumo wrestlers who were also incidentally making their way back to our hotel. From a little distance away, we oogled at them and marveled at the fact that yes, we were indeed finally in Japan.

At this time, our native Japanese coworker commented wryly in Japanese, “Why, they’re newbs. Look how short their hair is!” (She was in earnest so I tried not to laugh. This effort was in vain.)