Kung fu camp, 28th July 2012

It doesn’t seem that long ago since it was Dave’s first camp of the year, and yesterday was already the second of three. I got up at 5 a.m. to catch the train and, when I got to London Bridge, it wasn’t nearly as busy as staff seemed to anticipate. However, the normal exits and entrances were blocked off, one of the ticket halls was shut (where our guys usually go to buy tickets) and there were those metal gate things (what do you call them?) to kettle people around the long way. So, as I see it, far from making things easier during the Olympics (oops, not allowed to say that, am I?), they’ve probably made things ten times more complicated than they need to be.

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Blocks, bruises and brutality

Last night’s training was a real high for me. I helped out with the kids’ class, as I love to do, trying my best to help Kristina (foundation instructor) by showing them what they needed to be doing (rather than what they were doing), then the adult kung fu class afterwards almost wore me out. So I stayed for more, this time the Fujian White Crane soft style and another kung fu (hard style) class. Continue reading