Warning: for those of you with delicate sensibilities, we advise you take care when viewing the images below. For the rest of you, enjoy the cock…
Up a hill, overlooking the stunning coastline of picturesque Gangwon-Do lies a rather odd sight…a park full of phallic statues.
Why? Well you might well ask. Local legend has it that once upon a time a young virgin threw herself into the ocean here and drowned. The local fisherman soon began to notice a steep decline in the numbers of fish they were catching. The fish, it seemed, had all but disappeared. Concluding that the young girl’s spirit was haunting the ocean (angry and frustrated after dying a virgin!), the locals decided to take drastic action to appease said spirit. And what does a virgin spirit want most??
A discrete looking entrance, albeit with rather horrified looking cartoon folk, beckons you towards a gorgeously landscaped park. While you might be expecting an innocent stroll, perhaps a picnic with your family or a lovely view of the coast, things turn rather odd, rather quickly…
Having had an early start to the day, we were starting to become overwhelmed by penises and hunger (for food, that is) we decided that it was an opportune time for a spot of breakfast. And its not often that you get the chance to dine on cereal with such a wonderful backdrop.
Dan was born in the year of the dog.
H-J, ironically enough, was born in the year of the cock. Seriously. The rooster.
But enough about us, what more was to be found?
As you might be able to squint at and see, there were many other people enjoying the park on this beautiful summer day. Giggling groups of men and women, old people, young people, even children. Everyone loves it!
A slight reprieve from all this, um, activity is to be found bang smack in the middle of the park by way of a Fork Museum. Whatever wonders could lie in here, we pondered…
Sadly, when we arrived at the building the forks turned into folk.
Nary a fork to be found. However, it was a rather interesting museum which looked at both traditional and modern fishing practices, history and lore.And just when we thought we were safe for a while, it turns out its also a museum dedicated to sexual iconography around the world. So yip, more penises.
After being educated in the museum, it was back outdoors in the 38 degree day to explore more cock. We didn’t have to go far before we confronted with perhaps the most elaborate set up we’d seen in the park yet!
At the bottom of the cock path is the woman who started it all. The virgin. With a cock in her pocket, of course.
Just beyond her fated figure lies a little temple, perched right at the end of the cliff overlooking the fishing village. It seemed like an opportune time for a prayer or two to the god of cock.
It was here we ended our journey. Making our exit from the park back into the seaside village and relative normality, we left the penis park behind. And pondered whether we’d ever get the chance to experience a tourist attraction so odd again. Fingers crossed!