The magpie is the national bird. That said, perhaps the ones we have seen most often are egrets and herons, topped off by the odd cormarant. Hearing the sparrows chirp today raised the thought “does the same species of bird sing in different languages across the world”? A google search gives the answer “yes”. Not a daft question then, I feel chirpy now!
I was starting to compose a limerick about Andong. Soon deteriorated. Suggestions welcome.
Breakfast was a reminder they don’t do a lot of porage oats. As in none. The rawish egg on rice was a highlight. The speciality of the area is Andong jjimdak (steamed chicken) : the locals in the market cafe had fun watching us (though giving encouraging hints) – and tonight in the Korean BBQ. Next time I’m going to just wear black clothes so the splashes don’t show.
A cultural mootch in the Andong Folk Museum – a mini St Fagans. A lot of the buildings had been moved with the building of the local dam in 1975. An interesting insight into the design principles, though I think they were more for the wealthier families. It was a contrast to the main part of town – everything seems relatively new or renewed – and working.
Fans today – a family took interest and chatted. Turned out to be 3 sisters on an outing with some of their kids. Just my luck it was the older, slightly decrepit, one who was eyeing me up. Though Barbara was on hand to make sure I kept my standards high. I should have asked them if everyone’s hair stays black or do people make a fortune selling dye? Next time.
They are proud of the Woryeonnggyo wooden bridge, the longest such in Korea. Old, no. Constructed in 2003. Fun nevertheless.
Tomorrow back to the road. Good rest day.
Travelling reflections 