A few days ago I had the chance to go see a sumo wrestling exhibition. Serious. Yes, I agree. In my mind, going to see a bunch of mostly overweight men slam dance in a 10 foot ring while wearing not much more than a giant thong seems likes a freakish thing to go do. I imagine that statement holds true almost anywhere in the world outside of Japan. Ok, maybe anywhere it's true, however, the thought of seeing it in Buenos Aires seems even more incongruous to me. In a city that's best known for its tango night-life, empanada-filled coffee shops and grilled meat, going to see sumo wrestling exists not in the realm of something freakish to do but rather in the realm of fantastically awesome. Something that in ways seems so wrong but through extreme obscurity becomes so right. Who would have guessed that in this giant South American city a small band of men, and two women, would routinely congregate in a secluded, concrete-walled courtyard, behind a martial arts academy and gloriously battle in the name of sumo. Not me.
#72 on the life 'To Do' list - GO SEE SUMO WRESTLING. Check. I'm sure the vast majority have already seen live sumo wrestling, but in case you haven't, here's where to go to see it in Argentina.
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