The lady running the establishment, which is in sort of a food court running down the middle of the resort, takes out a previously shucked corn, and puts the holding stick in it and then thrusts into this little hut of fire jets that roar out on three sides while she holds the corn in there and rotates it. I guess the machine there is for busy times when the place is packed and you would just shove the corn onto the spikes and they would rotate into the flame channel.
This time we got there just before lunch time and it was not a big crowd, just a few busses full of school kids on a field trip. It was strange to see some western faces, but there were chaperones and students who were "white" like us and they really stand out. I guess we do, too. Between dinner and the bar Thursday night (more on that in a later post) we were walking through Taean and some of the teens would shout English at us, "where are you from", "hello", etc. They were practising English because they are all taught it in school, but don't use it all that oftern outside the classroom.
And finally, what visit to the rest area Ocean Park Resort would be complete without a mention of the plumbing? This is one of the 5 rows of men's urinals in the bathroom on the men's side. You can see the proper toilet stalls on the far wall. The stalls are polished wood. I'll probably post on the variety of toilets int heis country sometime in the future.