ping pong tournament

The stench of sweat hits you immediately as you open the door to the Ohmeikan, anybody would be forgiven in assuming tha perhaps an energetic rugby match or sumo game was going on, but no, the sad truth was that all the bodily fluids were excreted merely for the love of ping pong. It went on for days, well into the night and eventually, the second floor emerged victorious. I never knew Japanese boys could smell so much, and I, for one, am glad its over.