I washed and went into the “Hanging Gardens of Luxor” ofuro (right word?) to soak. In come three US Navy fairly junior, definitely younger officers. They put their clothes in a locker and, high-fivin’-white-boy style, jumped into the bath (Olympic swimming pool size) and gravitate to naked me, the only other “gaijin” in the place. Exchange of pleasantries, where you from, why are you here. After they indicated their positions as weapons officers on the ships in the port, my attorney training sort of kicked in and I gently probed and cross-examined them a bit.