Sunday, October 10, 2010

Moolgogi Hunting: Part Deux

This past weekend, Mr. Lee invited me on another fishing trip. You may recall our last adventure to wrangle with water meat ("moolgogi," the Korean word for fish, literally translates to "watermeat") featured fake school principles, deliciously inky squid (you haven't an inkling), and eel slime hair gel. The sequel has understandably high expectations, but I'm sorry to disappoint. This won't quite stack up. I got some good pictures though.

We went to the same place, a town called Samcheonpo. So far as I can tell, the defining feature of Samcheonpo is the bridge across that crosses the bay. By nightfall, in true Korean fashion, it's illuminated by a full spectrum of constantly changing LED color. In contrast to the modest blue lights of Boston's Zakim bridge, Samcheonpo brings to mind glow stick acid trips and randomized computer screen savers.
I found a YouTube video that ever-so-delicately documents the night view of this bridge. I couldn't help but crack up at some of the zoom-ins. While I'm not pleased with the quality and you hardly get any real sense of the "spectacular" light show, it's a funny example of differing perceptions. The Korean film-maker sets the footage to peaceful piano music while when I look at the same scenes, I think of pulsing K-Pop. What do you think? View for yourself.
The bay when we arrived. The sun had been fighting the clouds all day and it made for some beautiful scenes down by the water.
Note Mr. Lee's hat: "Boston, Massachusetts Est. 1630." Spelling? Correct. Dating? Correct. Rarities in Korea...thanks Emma!
Rather than fishing from a dock, we rented a floating barge that had a little room to sleep in. You get some sense for what these things were like the background. We fished well into nightfall and woke up early and fished some more.
Mr. Lee shows off the first catch of the day. This is a full grown adult for this type of fish and apparently it's a very expensive delicacy. We were joined by another group later in the evening and they filleted it for us. Tasty. We of course caught some eels:
As the sun set behind the clouds, I let my reel out, sipped my beer, and kicked back.