Dennis Wright's Blog

We only had a morning in Busan (pronounced “Pusan” or maybe the other way around). The Statendam docked round the back of some island or other and we had a 45 min bus journey to town. The dropping off point was the Phoenix hotel, conveniently situated for the shops which is where most of our fellow mariners decided to spend their time. I cannot understand how these people can think of nothing to do but shop at every port as if the globe were no more than a giant shopping mall.

Naomi and I headed off to the famous Jagalchi fish market by the waterfront.

You can have any size of whitebait.

I AM THE PINCERS! (Never mind – it’s a private joke and best kept that way, anyway this settles the argument.)

We left the noisy but colourful fish market, with its stalls and restaurants, and went behind it to the waterfront. There are whole families half hidden at the back of some of the fish-stalls, under canopies, spending all day mending nets.

The small fishing boats all seem to have sofas installed on the deck. Every one is a different style and colour. At last I know what happens to the vast stock of sofas advertised on TV by World of Leather et al. I couldn’t work out who on earth was buying so many sofas in the sales.