Third day in Korea (5)

By the time we arrived at Yongduam Rock, it was already 5.30pm.
Yongduam Rock, also known as the Dragon Head rock, is probably a popular place for visitors to sit at the nearby cafes and enjoy a hot, fragrant cup of coffee.

However, spotting the many tourists buses parked at the car park, we decided to beat the crowd and bag the best photo taking spot before every head of these tourists appear in our pictures.

 

After clicking the first picture, I took sometime looking at the rock, trying to figure out which part exactly was the head of the dragon. Maybe I'm an artistic moron, but after 10 minutes of staring without figuring out which part exactly was the head, I turned my attention to the sun setting behind me.

Not exactly a great picture, but I just like that the sea glitters from the sunlight.

Realising that there is a route along this direction, we headed to see what was on the other side of these rocks.

We spotted yet again, another Haenyo conducting business. Only this time, she had something that me and Teresa were dying to try since we stepped foot onto Korea.

It is a pretty gory experience watching the baby octopus being chopped up alive in front of us. First, its brain was completely scrapped away on the chopping board.

Then it was minced into a million wriggling pieces, which were screaming 'I'm still ALIVE!' with great agony.

And served up with many dashes of sesame oil accompanied with bean paste, chili and garlic, and wasabi with soy sauce on the side.

It was a difficult dish to savour considering the tentacles to be still wriggling and capable of sucking on to any surface it could get its squiddish hands on. I even had one stuck in my throat for a while before finally being able to swallow it.

It is hard to describe what it tasted like, as any fresh squid flavour was completely overshadowed by the sesame oil. 

It would have been great to have a bottle of soju on the side, but it's not worth risking it walking on the rocks half drunk.

At 6.30pm, we were ushered into the taxi by the driver, who promptly brought us back to the guesthouse right on the dot at 7pm.