If you come to Japan
Now there's nothing wrong with Kendo, don't get me wrong. Fine sport. Don't know anything about it, of course. Bunch of blokes (sorry and blokesses) charging each other with toy swords.
I can imagine worse.
But expect as a parent to get asked to do this!
Now I've never said no to anything. Ok, maybe I grumble a lot, and probably have said no to anything that would be better done with liberal application of Vaseline. But where do you run to when someone says you'll face off some junior with a big bloody hard stick!
Hmmm, this really is not Kunisaki specific, but in Japan one does things in groups. And sub groups. Like a lot. It's 'community'. Not sure I know much about that either, but if there was such a thing left in the West, this is probably what it would be all about.
Putting old geezers in suits of armour, no training, and throwing them to the wolves. Yes, community I say.
In a nutshell (I think that was what I was wearing, or a tortoise shell) one gets volunteered to do all sorts of things that one might have thought out of bounds, or just plain foolhardy.
Anyway, if my wife provides the phone video, I will add that sometime. Dare me!
The result?
It was a draw!
A miracle: no strikes (on me), more to the point, no bruises. Just one breathless old man with slightly soiled underclothes.
Nuff said.
DO NOT let your child do Kendo!
Now there's nothing wrong with Kendo, don't get me wrong. Fine sport. Don't know anything about it, of course. Bunch of blokes (sorry and blokesses) charging each other with toy swords.
I can imagine worse.
But expect as a parent to get asked to do this!
Now I've never said no to anything. Ok, maybe I grumble a lot, and probably have said no to anything that would be better done with liberal application of Vaseline. But where do you run to when someone says you'll face off some junior with a big bloody hard stick!
Hmmm, this really is not Kunisaki specific, but in Japan one does things in groups. And sub groups. Like a lot. It's 'community'. Not sure I know much about that either, but if there was such a thing left in the West, this is probably what it would be all about.
Putting old geezers in suits of armour, no training, and throwing them to the wolves. Yes, community I say.
In a nutshell (I think that was what I was wearing, or a tortoise shell) one gets volunteered to do all sorts of things that one might have thought out of bounds, or just plain foolhardy.
Anyway, if my wife provides the phone video, I will add that sometime. Dare me!
The result?
It was a draw!
A miracle: no strikes (on me), more to the point, no bruises. Just one breathless old man with slightly soiled underclothes.
Nuff said.
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