Dive masters, not just in Japan, have a habit of harassing wildlife -- even though we're taught to never touch or disturb anything. I have seen dive masters try to get octopuses out of holes, or clown fish to leave anemones. I think clown fish are completely grumpy, and started using the dive master trick of wiggling my finger to get it to swim out of its anemone. I found it hilarious, and then I got bitten by one of the little buggers. Lesson learned.
Tonight we went out for sushi to a place recommended by the dive masters. The people working there didn't speak much English, and we don't speak any Japanese, but we have an iPhone app that lists different sushis in both languages. It shows what is in season, and we used it to pick interesting things. The chef was really in to it, we'd point to something and ask about it, and either he'd have it or he'd get excited that we had asked and then apologize that there wasn't any that day. Once they realized that we weren't just California-roll eating gaijin we got some great stuff. I can't even remember it all, but I've developed a new appreciation for mackerel, both saba and aji, tonight.