I just returned from a crazy weekend in Russia consisting of four days with non-stop seminars, traveling, eating and being beaten naked with sticks in a sauna.
Friday evening, I went straight from the airport to teach a seminar in Moscow city, then drive all night to Kovrov, about 4-5 hours away and in the middle of absolute nowhere. I did a seminar there both Saturday and Sunday, with a trip in between to a 1000-year old city, where I stayed in a hotel with a man-cave in the basement unlike any other, ever seen before. This is where naked, Russian guys beat me with sticks in a boiling hot sauna, then fed me with beer and shrimps.
The Jiu Jitsu scene in Russia is growing strong, thanks to a handful of really enthusiastic guys. One of them, Nicolay—who invited me over for the seminar—is working hard to teach and study the art. His inverted guard is also virtually unpassable, and being one of the toughest blue belts, I had come across all over the world (literally), I only found it fair to hand him over a new belt with the pimpest of all the colors, purple.
Needless to say, it was a happening trip, and I am pretty tired right now, just having returned back home to Copenhagen. As I mentioned in my previous post, my GoPro camera died on my longboard last week, but I tried to do a little photo reportage instead.
Friday evening, I went straight from the airport to teach a seminar in Moscow city, then drive all night to Kovrov, about 4-5 hours away and in the middle of absolute nowhere. I did a seminar there both Saturday and Sunday, with a trip in between to a 1000-year old city, where I stayed in a hotel with a man-cave in the basement unlike any other, ever seen before. This is where naked, Russian guys beat me with sticks in a boiling hot sauna, then fed me with beer and shrimps.
The Jiu Jitsu scene in Russia is growing strong, thanks to a handful of really enthusiastic guys. One of them, Nicolay—who invited me over for the seminar—is working hard to teach and study the art. His inverted guard is also virtually unpassable, and being one of the toughest blue belts, I had come across all over the world (literally), I only found it fair to hand him over a new belt with the pimpest of all the colors, purple.
Needless to say, it was a happening trip, and I am pretty tired right now, just having returned back home to Copenhagen. As I mentioned in my previous post, my GoPro camera died on my longboard last week, but I tried to do a little photo reportage instead.
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