I saw some of Buddhas ashes in a temple in Gyeongju. They were on display because the pagoda they were in is being refurbished. They look like diamonds placed on a velvet pillow. And, it is said, the finest example of a carving of Buddha in all of Asia. Made from white granite. It is beautiful.
Gyeongju is also home of love motels. Mine was classed as a 'business'. Motel. The hall was black with blue neon accents. My room had red inserts in the wall. Never seen before ammenities. Big toothpaste-used, big-lotion, hair gel, spray, skin freshener, soap bars-all in use. To check out, put key in a box on the elevator wall.
Did miss the Toilet Museum. It is a building shaped like an American Standard white porcelain one. Too bad.
Sunday morning after seeing the changing of the guard at the palace, was wandering the small lanes and came upon a Protestant church. Humm. I went in thinking I would see what was in it, oops, service was starting. A chance to sing. The only place I do it. I was the only non Asian person. This was the first church that had the stations of the cross painted with Asian people. Very interesting and quite nice. Makes more sense than the blond, white baby Jesus in the Christmas service in The Sudan.
Had a lunch with ladies from the tour bus: many pickled things I had to manage to wrap in a lettuce leaf. Called: Ssam. Where was the Korean BBQ we know in the US? Didn't see it.
Glad I went, did not want to go to the DMZ. Seen enough.
Gamsa Hamnida
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