One of the great pulls for our trip to Daegu was the knowledge that it had a branch of Jesters, an Australian/New Zealand chain of pies. Meat pies are hard to come by in Korea and for any true blue antipodean, this is a real shame. How many of us have walked to the petrol station in our pyjamas with a hangover to pick up a breakfast pie? How many of us have scoffed a too hot pie straight from the pie warmer in a drunken stupor on the way home from a night out? A pie at a rugby game…a pie from the school tuck shop…a pie on the beach…a pie, well just cause pies are awesome.
Recovering from the discovery of our medium (H-J) to intense (Dan) sunburns, we headed back out into the searing heat of Daegu to find the Hyundai Department Store which promised a Jesters in its basement food court.
En route we discovered a man posing in what seems to the fashion for men around Korean in the stinking hot summer.
We found a teeny bit of street art too.After not too much mucking around, our target was in sight.
You will note in the photo below that H-J is distracting herself with a book so as not to devour the pie whole before Dan has completed its photo shoot. It took some resistance. The Southern Man was a hearty steak and cheese pie – the classic!
Dan was so enraptued with his pie, he promptly ran back to the Jester’s stand where he purchased more pies and made the staff part of his excitement too!
A Billy T pie this time round – otherwise known as mince and cheese.
Bellies full of pie and antipodean roots re-confirmed, it was time to head back to the motel and rest our weary sun-burned bodies before another early start.
The next morning an hour and a half bus ride whisked us away to Haein-sa Temple, a repository for famous Buddhist books the Tripitaka Koreana and generally nice place to hang out.
As we commenced the stroll up the path toward the main temple, we were distracted by this awesome looking dragon statue. Accordingly, we decided that it was a great location for a spot of breakfast bacon and egg pie, purchased the night before in a fit of pie lust and general good planning! Breakfast devoured, we headed off toward enlightenment.It turns out that the books that compose the Tripitaka Koreana are, like many relics, housed away from greasy fingers and damaging camera flashes. We had to suffice with a photo of the sign and some shots of the stunning building made to house them safely. In lieu of being able to go near the actual books, the temple powers-that-be have thoughtfully provided a picture of them so you can stand in front and have your photo taken. We could lie and say we broke in and looked at the books but even we’re not so dastardly as to sully a Buddhist temple.Masses of chanting commenced throughout the main temples and all the smaller temples at 10am. Its a rather surreal thing to experience, high up in the largely uninhabited hills of Korea. When the chanting ended, the monks then had a go on the drums.
And before we knew it, it was time for us to head off into the day for more adventures.
So off we went to the bus-stop with the weirdest, least-catchiest but perhaps most informative name ever. What we were to discover next was anybodies guess!