Better Late Than Never

Before I forget everything, some of you may be interested in my recent brush with kendo greatness in Korea.

Weekend Round-Up Part One

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*

Kumdo Convert! ^^

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

No More Soju….

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.

Budo na hKorea

…or lack thereof.

I came to Korea with high hopes of practicing kumdo and teaching the deviants a thing or two.

Independence Day

If there’s one bad thing about my host family, it’s that they can be TOO nice a lot of the time. I’m not allowed out to explore, there’s always somebody insisting that they’ll go along with me. I appreciate their concern and I enjoy their company, but I’m used to being independent on holidays. I’m a good traveller and I never get lost. I like discovering things for myself and learning from my own mistakes.

What The Folk?!?!

Well, you all didn’t pray hard enough – I didn’t get to go to Insadong on Saturday.

Bizarrely enough, my family decided to use that rainy day to go to the predominantly OUTDOORS Folk Village near Suwon, about 2 hours away in the car.

Like everything else I’ve seen so far, it was a-ma-zing. (!)

Hajime!

What have I gotten myself into?!?!

In less than 48 hours, I will be en route to South Korea for a month of homestay, teaching and…stuff.

Oh crap.