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Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Before Thailand
So upon returning from the Great White North and Yankee country for a few weeks, I was instantly hurled back into reality when my 19 hour flight landed, I hopped on a 3 hour bus ride home from the airport, got into a taxi from the bus station to my shoebox apartment and arrived with a wicked case of jet lag and a solid 6 hours before the first day of my English intensive winter camp. But whatever, it meant that I got to stay with the family in Canada for an extra day so why not.
Camp went pretty smoothly, although getting those children to actually cook the french toast the way it is supposed to be cooked (slightly golden brown to crispy, depending on your preferance) is next to impossible. According to the children of the same people that think you can actually die from sleeping with the fan on (fan death is REAL!) and who leave the windows and doors wide open when it is -15 and windy outside, they think that if you actually cook your bread to the point that it changes names from bread to TOAST, it will give you instant cancer. This is coming from the people whom a large portion of them die from stomach cancer because the eat too much damn kimchi, the wonder food, with every meal. Granted, kimchi has its health benefits, but anyone that eats that much red pepper paste is going to reap the consequences eventually.
Anyway, enough of that, after camp, a few of us decided to go snowboarding at Muju Ski Resort, which, by the way, is awesome. The Silk Road run is supposedly from 6.1 to 6.2 km long, and upon completing the run, my legs agreed. The first night, second run, after being on the slopes for roughtly 30 minutes, I was hauling ass down the mountain when I hear this "thwack, thwack, ssssszzzzzz, crunch" sound and Nik came flying passed me on his face. I was blown away and nearly fell over from laughter until I realized that the crunch sound was more than likely the sound of his shoulder cracking in five places (we later learned that it was indeed his shoulder cracking--in five places). Not knowing the extent of his injuries, and only that he couldn't move his shoulder, I helped him get back on his feet and sent him on his way back down the mountain. Roughtly 50 yards later he caught some ice and b-lined sideways straight for the fence.
It was the same sight as when you watch an unsuspecting bird smashing its face into a window at high speeds. It never ends well and the last I saw of Nik on that run was the moment of impact when he splattered on the fence and his skies went straight through. About 10 minutes later he made it down, and after visiting the medical tent, was told to go to the hospital.
While Nik got a cab to the hospital for x-rays, the rest of us continued on through the night and when we made it back to the minbak, he was waiting for us in a sling, which he discarded the next day to continue skiing.
After playing the Scottish drinking version of Old Maid, called the Scabby Queen, for the rest of the night, we woke up and hit the slopes again the next day. It went fantastically until Eunjin fell on her wrist and ended up in a castish looking thing.
Camp went pretty smoothly, although getting those children to actually cook the french toast the way it is supposed to be cooked (slightly golden brown to crispy, depending on your preferance) is next to impossible. According to the children of the same people that think you can actually die from sleeping with the fan on (fan death is REAL!) and who leave the windows and doors wide open when it is -15 and windy outside, they think that if you actually cook your bread to the point that it changes names from bread to TOAST, it will give you instant cancer. This is coming from the people whom a large portion of them die from stomach cancer because the eat too much damn kimchi, the wonder food, with every meal. Granted, kimchi has its health benefits, but anyone that eats that much red pepper paste is going to reap the consequences eventually.
Anyway, enough of that, after camp, a few of us decided to go snowboarding at Muju Ski Resort, which, by the way, is awesome. The Silk Road run is supposedly from 6.1 to 6.2 km long, and upon completing the run, my legs agreed. The first night, second run, after being on the slopes for roughtly 30 minutes, I was hauling ass down the mountain when I hear this "thwack, thwack, ssssszzzzzz, crunch" sound and Nik came flying passed me on his face. I was blown away and nearly fell over from laughter until I realized that the crunch sound was more than likely the sound of his shoulder cracking in five places (we later learned that it was indeed his shoulder cracking--in five places). Not knowing the extent of his injuries, and only that he couldn't move his shoulder, I helped him get back on his feet and sent him on his way back down the mountain. Roughtly 50 yards later he caught some ice and b-lined sideways straight for the fence.
It was the same sight as when you watch an unsuspecting bird smashing its face into a window at high speeds. It never ends well and the last I saw of Nik on that run was the moment of impact when he splattered on the fence and his skies went straight through. About 10 minutes later he made it down, and after visiting the medical tent, was told to go to the hospital.
While Nik got a cab to the hospital for x-rays, the rest of us continued on through the night and when we made it back to the minbak, he was waiting for us in a sling, which he discarded the next day to continue skiing.
After playing the Scottish drinking version of Old Maid, called the Scabby Queen, for the rest of the night, we woke up and hit the slopes again the next day. It went fantastically until Eunjin fell on her wrist and ended up in a castish looking thing.
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