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Heya Peek - Oitekaze-beya by Mark Buckton |
those
unfamiliar with the area, Oitekaze is under an hour from Ryogoku
station to station. Tag on another 20 minutes or so and you can
make a rough guess at the door to door time – Kokugikan to Oitekaze. From the east exit of the station, across the famed Nikko Kaido and |
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A literal stone’s throw from the northernmost border of Tokyo lies Oitekaze-beya. Were you to stand on the Adachi-ku (Tokyo) and Saitama Prefecture border and, armed with a good pitching arm, chuck a well aimed ball to the east of Yatsuka, south of the famed sembei town of Soka, the chances are that someone at Oitekaze-beya could at least see it sailing past – if not catch it. Oitekaze Beya in Yatsuka - Saitama Prefecture - Mark Buckton In 2007, Oitekaze is home to Georgian maegashira, the former komusubi Kokkai, Daishodai as was, Daishoyama as is, and of course the up and coming Japanese American fighting under the name of Daishoyu, son of Tokyo based Inter FM DJ |
Oitekaze Beya keikoba - Mark Buckton |
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Marvin Dangerfield and a former amateur at the same Adachi-ku neighborhood
club as Tamanoi-beya’s makushita rikishi, Shibuya. (Note: for the
followers of anything foreign in sumo today – Daishoyu speaks no
English. A very polite lad, nice manners but not one at ease with
the language of Eikoku.) Perhaps the most famous of Oitekaze’s retirees to date is Hayateumi. Already having discharged himself from things NSK, sumo is a less ‘bouncy’ place with the ‘leaping lizard’ now relegated to the record books. Accessed best from Yatsuka Station on the Tobu Isesaki Line, heading north out of Tokyo for |
through
a drab housing area made up of stereotypically Japanese suburban
streets dotted with temples and deserted, long-forgotten
pachinko parlors plus a half dozen shops that have definitely seen
better days, through a slight chicane, under a footbridge, past an
unremarkable neighborhood temple (at this point Stephen King would say
“and somewhere, a dog barked”) and the heya comes into sight on the
left – currently opposite a construction site. Recognised more by way of its concrete facade with deep set circular windows towering above huge plate glass windows Next |
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