|It never gets old that I can go and actually read signs like this (the big one, I mean)|
With food soon in our bellies and the accident quickly behind us, as the rain began to fall we once again started our trip. As we drove to our accommodations we stopped at the first attraction I saw. Rigid plans be damned we needed to find something. With a sign, pointing the way to Sangumburi Crater, I directed Chulgyu to turn. In the growing downpour, we donned our raincoats, covered cameras in plastic bags and paid entrance into the park to see the volcanic crater. The ancient geological pot was filled with the greenest of trees, still vibrant in the fog and mist. The rain was mildly chilly, a welcome relief from the summer heat.
|This shoulder-high razor grass was beautiful in the rain,|
and Megan even saw a bounding roe deer leaping through the fields.
|the view from our room|
As everyone awoke, dazed but feeling more human, we talked through other plans, watched television on an enormous screen until our rumbling stomachs warned us that a meal needed to come soon. Asking the proprietors of the cozy little pension where they like to eat, we set off into the tiny town in search of dinner.
Jeju's culinary specialty is something called Black Pork. Coming from a specific species of pig, known for its dark black skin. This unto itself is hardly a remarkable thing as it isn't the skin I was planning to eat. The fact that had us all a bit more wary was actually the diet of these unique ungulates. Among their usual diet of pig feed and grains, these pigs are often fed waste. I don't mean garbage. I mean human waste (laughs awkwardly). Among Koreans these are often called "poopie pigs". Now I will admit my nose was as wrinkled as most of yours are right now. But in the spirit of adventure, I dove in. It was different. But, to be honest. It was probably the best pork I have ever eaten. I really enjoyed it (this meaning a lot coming from someone who normally doesn't like pig meat). I will admit, it is a strange notion, one Megan couldn't quite bring herself to get past. But she really missed out on a great meal (but completely understandable).
After a brief stroll on a rain drenched beach in the dark, we returned to the pension for a full night's sleep.