Finally to be Kiddums-Free...!
I love teaching. It is a lot more rewarding than the woolly liberalist inside of me would have dared to hope for. The children in Korea are of course the sole reason for this. They are for the most part exceptionally intelligent, enthusiastic and fun-loving, as well as deferential and polite. However, in the midst of our clammy summer (odd Korean fact #344 - dog meat becomes more popular at this time of year as Koreans believe that it gives both coolant properties to the consumer as well as extra energy. No, Fido, NOOOOOOOOOOO....!) it shall be nice to escape to a beach in Thailand and bum about as if I was back at university.
The mud festival was indeed muddy. Everyone was wandering about, covered head to toe in the stuff. There was mud sliding, mud wrestling and a mud assault course (which Mike pummelled me on with a giant inflatable ball). Mike also got into the pit and his challengers were three toned, muscular Koreans who eyed up his pale torso with glee. He spent his brief minute in the pit trying to struggle to his feet until one casually threw him out. Cara wrestled some fellow female mud soaked competitors and lost due to lack of solid footing. For all the people out there that are imagining large numbers of scantily clad women in a pit of mud, it was exactly as you are envisioning it. Going on the slide, head first in a bikini, was something of a challenge, if only to prevent yourself from flashing at the photographers that were more than plentiful, and gawping spectators. I shall post up some pictures on the Interweb if I receive enough interest...!
There were also numerous frisbee games with drunken Canadians, being chatted up by Corkmen, watching Shaun walk through the water in the clumsiest possible way (arms akimbo, losing balance everytime a tiny wave trickled past) although he did come up with a classic quote to mine and Annabelle's helpless laughter - 'the only person that was ever graceful in water was Jesus!'. I guess now isn't the time to tell him that The Son Of God perhaps was aloft on the water's surface. Just a thought.
I shall try and post up some photos soon. Hope you all are having a great summer (my mother reliably informed me that it was 33 degrees celsius in Clones recently - Clones! I'm imagining all the pale limbs, the chronic sunburn and the unnecessarily skimpy outfits as I type.
Kym, happy 21st birthday...welcome to what will prove to be a semblance of adulthood.
The mud festival was indeed muddy. Everyone was wandering about, covered head to toe in the stuff. There was mud sliding, mud wrestling and a mud assault course (which Mike pummelled me on with a giant inflatable ball). Mike also got into the pit and his challengers were three toned, muscular Koreans who eyed up his pale torso with glee. He spent his brief minute in the pit trying to struggle to his feet until one casually threw him out. Cara wrestled some fellow female mud soaked competitors and lost due to lack of solid footing. For all the people out there that are imagining large numbers of scantily clad women in a pit of mud, it was exactly as you are envisioning it. Going on the slide, head first in a bikini, was something of a challenge, if only to prevent yourself from flashing at the photographers that were more than plentiful, and gawping spectators. I shall post up some pictures on the Interweb if I receive enough interest...!
There were also numerous frisbee games with drunken Canadians, being chatted up by Corkmen, watching Shaun walk through the water in the clumsiest possible way (arms akimbo, losing balance everytime a tiny wave trickled past) although he did come up with a classic quote to mine and Annabelle's helpless laughter - 'the only person that was ever graceful in water was Jesus!'. I guess now isn't the time to tell him that The Son Of God perhaps was aloft on the water's surface. Just a thought.
I shall try and post up some photos soon. Hope you all are having a great summer (my mother reliably informed me that it was 33 degrees celsius in Clones recently - Clones! I'm imagining all the pale limbs, the chronic sunburn and the unnecessarily skimpy outfits as I type.
Kym, happy 21st birthday...welcome to what will prove to be a semblance of adulthood.
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