Nina in Busan!

WARNING: This is the first post of the blog that will feature Alex’s watermark on his pictures. 
The trip to Busan was lots of fun. We got there by KTX, which is the Korean Bullet Train. It only took two hours. It is amazing: you can go from the top to the bottom of Korea in two hours! It was surprising to see that Busan looks a little like a smaller Seoul. The buildings are like Seoul’s only smaller. But the beach was nice. The weather was not good the day we arrived, but Saturday and Sunday were nice and sunny.
At my request, one of the activities Alex had planned for Busan was eating freshly killed raw octopus. I had read in this blog a post in which Alex wrote about how he went to a fish market and had some raw octopus. It seemed exciting so I asked if we could have try that. So after some breakfast on Saturday morning, we went to the fish market. We wondered around and took some pictures of the outdoors and indoors markets. Finally, we ventured to the upstairs part of the indoors market where the restaurants were. We had an assorted fish plate that included, amongst other raw seafoods I cannot name, raw octopus (Caitlin posted a video of our moving food). I was warned that the octopus might stick to my tongue and the walls of my mouth, and it  happened. It was odd. The texture was odd as well; it was like watery jelly that involved some serious chewing before it was swallowable. But I must confesse it wasn’t as bad as it sounds. I actually liked it.
The outdoors fish market was even bigger than the indoors one. Towards its end you could also find a bunch of restaurants and a handful of vendors who sold veggies, fruits and even socks.
A cool shot of a fish stall in the outside part of the market. I told Alex this picture sort of looks like it could be Alaska.
These guys were part of the raw dish. They weren’t that bad but they tasted a bit like sand.
These fish looked silver. Most of the vendors outside were old ladies.
You could choose one of these and then have it cooked into a soup.
My reaction after having some raw octopus.
Caitlin’s reaction.
The fish sellers in the inside market were dressed in bright colors, mostly yellow. Here is a seller showing his customers different kinds of fish.
Alex and me by the ocean just outside of the fish market.
Boats all lined up.
This man was casually fishing sitting on a couch.
A monk outside the fish market.
A lady serving some fish stew.
After the raw seafood experience we visited what someone in Trip Advisor called ‘The colorful cousin of Santorini’. It was a neighborhood in Busan that had small bright color painted houses. Caitlin tried doing a scavenger hunt which involved getting seals from different spots in the neighborhood, but we didn’t finish that. If you finished it you could get a postcard; we would’ve gotten a third of a postcard. The view was beautiful and the place was quite fun because all of the quirky elements it had, like murals or statues. Alex mentioned that the neighborhood would probably soon be transformed into a less local more massive commercial area, and he might be right. It is sad to think that this peaceful dong could grow into what the most of Korea is all about: bright lights and shopping.
That reminds me, I forgot to mention that on Friday night we went to watch a movie in the biggest department store of the world. Guinness certified and all.
Creepy birds with human heads.
A house full of creepy bird people. And azaleas.
I have some new creepy pals!
Looking at the non-bird people.
Caitlin posing with the first of the big fishes that could guide your way through the hood.
A view of the neighborhood.
Old folks having a rest after their hike.
Cool alleys, huh?
Alex admiring the view with the Little Prince and the fox.
Who doesn’t want to be part of a Saint-Exupery novel?
I didn’t know Cinderella had to clean the pumpkin after using it.  And that Cinderella was a man.
The Korean Santorini.
Alex being a master with the field depth.
We got here by bus but some people hike their way up through a path in the woods.
Houses, houses, houses.

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