The incomparable sunset at Lake Shinji.

SAYONARA

On the night before our departure, our host threw us a soubetsukai or farewell party. It took place at a local market that was popular amongst the youth in Matsue. The evening flowed much like the kangeikai on our arrival, but this time things had been put squarely in perspective. Japanese hospitality is unrivaled and I felt completely overwhelmed at the scope and thoroughness of their consideration and kindness.  There was a round of speeches, typical of the function, and our group as well as our host made kind remarks and spoke from their hearts. I personally thanked everyone and made a point to thank Natsuko and Rin (who were in attendance), and the entire Suzuki family for the hospitality and gave a deep, protracted bow to show my respect and appreciation. When it came time for Ochiai to speak, he made it a point to bring up seeing our tears. This time however, I wasn’t so sure—I knew I wasn’t sure—that I could rebut his claim.

As the speaking portion of the event wound down, Mika Miyamoto, a brilliant saxophonist based in Matsue, played a soft, introspective  piece that made me and our group implode quietly into ourselves. Damn Ochai got what he wanted all along.