Gyeong-Ju: Gettin' a little Temply

Got up in a slightly more musty smelling Optimus Prime calf carcass and crept over the same Australian girl who could give Rip Van Winkle some serious competition.  Paris Baguette for breakfast again, this time with Jason from LA.  I don't really see a lot of people come into this particular Paris Baguette, and at the rate the manager eats the bread out of boredom, I don't see how they can turn much of a profit. 
After Breakfast Jason and I walked to this National Museum.  That was our intention, but on the way we found other sites that actually turned out to be much cooler.  There was this ancient Ice Storage thing and a fancy man made pond with a few temple like structures around it.  Apparently the pond is built in such a way that you can never see the entire body of water, thus making it seem bigger than it is.  I didn't find this out until I had left the pond, but I trust them. 

The museum was still cool, but mostly pots and daggers.  I was more interested in architecture or engineering to be honest.  Pots are pretty much pots regardless of what culture your from. 

After the Museum we took a bus to this temple, Bulgulksa, that was recommended by a lot of other people at the hostel.  So by this point in my trip I feel pretty comfortable reading stuff in the korean alphabet, so before we got on I checked all the stops listed at the bus stop.  There was only one Bulgulksa listed, so I could wait until I heard that.  But naturally things don't work so easy.  It turns out that bus stop only listed major stops, and that there were actually other stops with Bulgulksa in them, which means we got off the bus at the wrong stop.  In a way, though, I am glad we did, because I got to go into this Chinese restaurant and order a "Ketchup Fried Rice" dish, which came clothed in a thin egg toga.  After our meal we just kept walking in the direction the bus had gone.

There were awesome old buildings all over the place.  It was fabulous.   We kept walking, for a while.  We thought we were close when we past a bus station that appeared to tell us the temple was at the next bus stop, but three bus stops later, no temple, so we just waited for the bus--again, only listing of major stops. boo.  The temple was cool, but the adventure to it was probably the highlight. 

Dinner was supposed to be an adventure for Korean Fried Chicken (yea it took me about 10 days to make the KFC connection) with me, Jason, and the Australian Rip Van Winkle.   We walked and walked but never found any (we swore we had seen loads the night before), so we settled on this place that serves Ginseng Chicken soup.  It was great, and the guy who ran it was totally a sailor.  The rain kept us in for the night.