After an early morning walk and shower I call Person Akira. He will meet me at the Internet cafe at 1pm.
Person Akira doesn't show up but I've had the chance to check email, check race results, and have another online chat with Person K_K and other acquaintances.
I get out and explore more of the city though it is hot and I'm almost ready to go home.
I take a break at my hotel room and there's another Osaka Hanshin Tigers baseball game on the television. I watch a couple of innings and note that it is a european/white guy pitching for the Tigers. When he gets into some trouble coach Hoshino sends the pitching coach out to talk with the white pitcher. The catcher joins the conversation, the 3rd baseman joins the conversation, and another guy dressed all in white - not the Tigers' uniform - joins the conversation. It takes me a few minutes to realize that the guy dressed all in white is the translator between the pitching coach speaking Japanese and the white pitcher speaking English.
I get out for another exploration walk later. I make eye contact with another ChiChi and though he keeps his distance for a while, he keeps looking over at me as he speaks on his telephone and listens to some street performers playing indigenous Andean music (from Bolivia or Peru). (Read further to see that this scenario gets a bit stranger!) Eventually I go over to the ChiChi and take his picture and show him the result. He laughs and smiles and we start talking. It turns out the ChiChi is Vietnamese, So here's a strange white guy talking with a Vietnamese guy in Japan as we listen to music from Bolivia or Peru. The ChiChi, Person Than, doesn't speak much Japanese or English but we do the best that we can. After about an hour I'm starting to get tired (because it's near 10pm) but the ChiChi wants to eat dinner and then go home with me. I keep my resolve and politely decline both invitations.
I flip on the television for a few minutes and see that the British Grand Prix is starting. I have to watch! It's a good race with lots of action including some stupid British fan (i.e., idiot) who jumps a fence, run sonto the track, holds up a sign claiming that the world is about to end, and almost gets hit by a number of cars approaching 150 mph. He's finally tackled and removed by a coursemarshall and the race resumes - though the interuption completely destroys the team's race/pit strategies and the scrambled order makes for good action. And it was fun to listen to the announcers in Japanese yelling at the idiot fan. The lights go out at 1:30am on this day.