The plan was to see a taekwondo performance at Namsan Folk Village in Seoul, but after walking in circles to find the venue, we found out it was cancelled. Any initial disappointment was quickly forgotten when we saw a spot of traditional Korean dancing nearby. Drawn in by the colourful costumes and semi-chaotic routines, we made ourseves comfortable on the tiered, wooden benches. In all honesty, the excitement wore out fast. Partly because we had walked tirelessly around Seoul for hours, but mainly because the performance was quite repetitive and it never seemed to end. The show took its toll on my jet lagged dad, who was in Seoul on a flying visit while enroute to Hong Kong. The battle with the back of his eyelids began to take a turn for the worst after the 6th encore.
Just when it looked like all was lost, in true Korean style, they unexpectantly changed the pace. It was time to laugh at the foreigners dancing skills. While, I escaped the gaze of the performers, others were not so lucky. Dad was rudely awoken from his nap, closely followed by my boyfriend were dragged kicking and screaming to the stage area. And they danced, and danced and danced.
It looked similar to the Hokey Cokey, if the Hokey Cokey was performed by drugged monkeys. Their moves were only topped, by the mass mayhem that started when giant pinatas were burst and the chocolate riot began.