June 10.

It's a Sunday at the beach. Nothing with the cast net...again...but a great soccer game in the sand. Lot's of spectators rooting for Klay and Max against me and Kristy. And then to the exploring to the end of the beach and into the fishing village. Amazing fishing shacks, and live and salted fish everywhere.

So, Kristy decided we would eat seafood soup in one of the little shacks on a narrow street. Here is max eating something...don't know what. This was something out of Fear Factor. Everything was chewing and oddly-shaped. Don't ask about the smell. We got most of it down, though. We know it was at least fresh because when the big pot came out to be cooked at our table, most things appeared to still be alive. then the lady cracked open the shells and scraped things out right there, and cut up the octopus right there. The crab looked like it was already cooked. But in short, it looked like everything that you could buy in these fish tanks lining every street in this beach district...

One good thing about eating here. No tipping. In fact, no tipping for anything. Even the bellman at the hotel refused money. Here good service is expected, and folks here would be and are offended if they thought you expected better service with extra cash. That is a very nice thing. And, no sales tax. So everthing is a simple price. 1,000 won, period.

Finally, safety is not always a concern. Just check out the street bumber cars. Powered by car batteries, and wildly dangerous. And fun.

Tomorrow, it is into the mountains to see the oldest Buddhist temple in the country.