In the morning, we head to an ancestral mass. Streets are in bad shape with lots of dog poo scattered about (poo again!).
Many, many, many speeches. Don't understand what is going on. A ceremony follows. We later find out that the high priests were calling the spirits down to honor and thank them.
I'm starting to feel extremely depressed and disappointed in the centennial celebrations, as I start to think that this trip is just going to be an endless round of sushi, formalities and incomprehensible speeches and ceremonies.