We started the day again with washing clothes, having breakfast and devotions in the apartment before we met our guide, “Simon”, at Mr. Tenny’s office.
Jesus says, “I speak to you in many ways though most clearly through My Word. You need to maintain a listening attitude in order to hear Me. This requires both patience and perserverance; waiting in My Presence….Sheep are not designed to live independently….Similarly you live best when you follow me humbly, in sheep-like fashion” (Young, p 31).
In a KNU van, Simon took us to the Independence Hall. What a brilliant exposition of Korean history organized in seven pavilions circled around a great hall. See the pictures:
Then Simon took us to lunch at Jackson Bibimbap Restaurant, named for Michael Jackson who is said to like the rice fusion dish we ate with watery soup and having strawberry juice for dessert. Simon’s friends were there to celebrate the departure of a friend going to Melasia to continue his study of English. We were too tired to go to the 2nd museum planned, so we stayed just to talk to the several English-speaking KNU students who wanted to chat with us and be Facebook friends! The youth here seem to constantly be texting or talking on their cell phones – even more than in the States. Quite a techy, dynamic generation. We enjoyed them immensely.
Delight #3 was driving with Wilson’s in their little car to the coast of the West Sea to Kekpo. We made one pit stop and bought hot walnut cookies to snack on, then drove on to a hotel where they have stayed before -- Hotel Starhills. The sea and seafood restaurants cluster around the hotel. We checked out the fresh fish, octopus and shellfish in aquariums outside of each one.
Martha told us that her Korean teacher friends ate the little octopuses raw, still squiggling, in fact. I said I could never do that.
Martha told us that her Korean teacher friends ate the little octopuses raw, still squiggling, in fact. I said I could never do that.
We chose a restaurant with tables high enough to sit on, and then spent time trying to figure out what the Korean-written choices on the menu. We placed our order for a meal of flounder which sounded safe-enough to us.
The waitresses then began to set before us a meal of many plates.
One little plate had little live octopus pieces sprinkled with sesame seeds, and I ate one! Still squiggling!! Can you believe it?! I ate more than one!
Another plate had 4 whelk shells (cooked). She unscrewed each little shellfish from its shell and we ate them. Tasted like clams.
We tried the horse-shoe clams, the molluscs, the scalloped clams, the yummy freshly charcoaled mackerel, the pickled stuff -- all of the dishes except one – some sort of slimy green and black slices. And when they served the flounder beautifully deboned and displayed but raw.
One little plate had little live octopus pieces sprinkled with sesame seeds, and I ate one! Still squiggling!! Can you believe it?! I ate more than one!
We tried the horse-shoe clams, the molluscs, the scalloped clams, the yummy freshly charcoaled mackerel, the pickled stuff -- all of the dishes except one – some sort of slimy green and black slices. And when they served the flounder beautifully deboned and displayed but raw.
We asked them to cook it and they graciously did, so we ate all of it, too. What an experience! I have a collection of "leftovers" that tells its own story.
We certainly have “done” Korean food in many forms, enjoyed it and have a couple of days left to do more!
So, back in the hotel, I’m looking forward to the silk worm museum tomorrow, and more great fellowship with the Wilsons.
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