Sea fishing with taekwondo folk, Seung Bong Do (island)

Kwan Jang Nim, our 8 Dan taekwondo master took us to the lush, remote Seung Bong Do for a weekend of sea-fishing, soju drinking and gimchi jjigae (fermented chilli cabbage soup) feasting.

The first day we spent adrift our chartered boat between uninhabited, forested islands, catching our lunch.

Here, the crew: Miss Yoo, Mel, Anna, 'Hyong' (Korean respectful address for "older brother") and Kwan Jang Nim (gym master) are putting live worms on their hooks, to catch bottom-dwelling (of the sea) fish.

Eating the catch: out-of-the-sea-a-minute raw fresh with chilli paste and soju spirit.

As the Seon Jang Nim (captain) got more hammered on the soju, he stopped regarding us as foreign devils, and flushed a rosy shade of red under the beating sun. He also forgot to check where the boat was drifting, and more than once had to dash back to the bridge to steer away from an impending collision and a very messy entanglement of fishing lines. Hyong, merrily chattering from his soapbox, managed to divert our attention away. We still crashed 5 seconds later though.

The island itself can only be described as bloody gorgeous. The beaches were deserted, forests undamaged, geology intense, and the residents of the sole village idling life by as their rice crept up toward the glorious sunshiney blue sky.

Fantastic beach setting, marred only by Kwan Jang Nim's insistence we scrape live oystery creatures out of their shells with our teeth and wolf them down, as he cleaved them off the rocks.

So far off the beaten track, it was as if we were the only tourists on the island.