Agro Fish Market is just a few blocks from my apartment. Regretfully I only have a photo of the bag of lettuce I acquired for a chun (aprox. $.85) from this unique place. The warehouse structure houses endless piles of veggies, greens, root vegetables, and fruit. There are no cute stands or signage. Its raw; produce spilling out on the floor, ajumas shuffling, and scooters buzzing.
A short bus ride (as long as you get on the right one ~) from Anyang Station brings you to the base of two meeting mountains. It is home to a beautiful river, Buddhist temple, and Anyang Art Park. The worn trails lead up and round to various sculptures and structures by artists from Korea and abroad. While climbing around and exploring the work scattered on the mountain side the rhythm and chanting from the temple echoed in the air.
The peak held a spiraling ramp 150 meters long which offers great views of the valley village.
The area is authentic with many outdoor Korean restaurants held between the rocky mountain edges, waterfalls, and stream. Koreans were wasting the day away in the river. The streets were slow, arched over with trees and held a local charm.
I befriended an ajuma who couldn't speak any english but we shared a coffee and an apple while resting on a rock. We both talked a lot, but with little comprehension.
Suri Mountain is a mere three stops south on Line 4. Head out Exit Two, cross the street, pass through apartment 510, and behold the trail head to the mountain. I joined with a few local teachers to take the trek. It began as an easy stroll, but nearing the top offered a challenge with a steep incline and boulders to heave over. Some biked up the mountain, others carried carts filled with ice cream to sell to hikers, and even a few brought their football sized dogs along for the expedition.
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