At the beach I meet our Korean surf pupils. They are avid volleyball fans and invite us to play with them whilst we wait for the waves to arrive.
Exhausted from the trip, I decide to do some yoga with my feet in sand. After an hour of practice, I rejoin the group. To my surprise, I spot a face under a green helmet poking out from a bunker ahead of me. And here was me thinking that I was alone. The face watches me quizzically, and I watch back. I’m so startled that I’m practically glued to the spot. What on earth is a solider doing there? Later, I learn that the peace treaty between North Korea and Japan has never been signed and therefore, the coast is guarded by the military around the clock.
The waves have finally arrived! It took 3 days of waiting before we were able to give a lesson to the clients at the surf school. Last night we had a pleasant surprise in the shape of a group of curious locals that showed up. Word had gotten around town that a surf school had opened its doors. Five people arrived; two women that stayed on the beach and three men that promptly raced into the ocean. Everyone seems genuinely happy to be involved. Sharing my passion for surf with others is always a source of joy.
