I got an e-mail from Mrs. Sung the other day. It’s a mix of English, dictionary English and romanised Korean.
I’m lost.
A prize to anybody who can make sense of it:
I got an e-mail from Mrs. Sung the other day. It’s a mix of English, dictionary English and romanised Korean.
I’m lost.
A prize to anybody who can make sense of it:
Before I forget everything, some of you may be interested in my recent brush with kendo greatness in Korea.
Well it’s somewhere between Tuesday night and Wednesday morning and I have a lot of blogging to catch up on. I really want to tell you about the President of Kumdo na hKorea but everything has to be chronological…
Well silly old Hairy-Armpits (Mrs Sung) is a bit miffed that I didn’t get home until midnight on Monday. I tried to explain that I couldn’t exactly say no when the President of the Korean Kumdo Association invited me for tea, but she doesn’t understand. *sigh* I think I’m having my rebellious-teenager era now. I’m so misunderstood! *revs up motor-cycle*
I can’t begin to tell you how nervous I was.
Visiting another dojo is scary enough, doing it alone is terrifying. I felt like I was representing myself, my clubs, my country and my continent. That’s a lot of pressure! I didn’t want to let anybody down…and I don’t think I did! Here is the full report of my first experience of kumdo
First of all, a medical update:
1 – my eye is 100% healed. The “infection” lasted about 3 days. I still think it was a burst blood vessel (but I’ll be keeping those eye drops
)
2 – For the first time in about 2 months, I don’t have any purple skin on my feet! ^^ Screw you Cork! I’m delighted I won’t be training on your rough floor this weekend!
So set your minds at ease people, Siobhán is healthy.
…or lack thereof.
I came to Korea with high hopes of practicing kumdo and teaching the deviants a thing or two.
Today was the halfway point of my time in Korea. It began as the worst day ever, but ended as one of the best.