En route to Busan (aka Pusan), our bus stopped for a short break.  While the driver took his lunch, the other passengers milled about the rest stop, buying snack and chatting on their phones.  Matt bought an ice-cream cone, and I found a bag of Sun Chips.  We noticed a group of travelers milling about the parking lot, each with a waffle in hand.  I could see the nun through the bus window, and she had one.  Matt and I decided to get one as well.  The closer we stepped toward the waffle booth, the stronger we could smell its toasty malted waffle goodness.  Matt handed over a thousand won and the woman pulled a fresh waffle off the iron.  She smothered it in butter, then drizzled amber colored honey over the whole thing before folding it in half, wrapping it in paper and handing it to Matt.  He took a bite and smiled.  I took one too and savored the warm and crispy flavor of the waffle, complemented by the sweetness of the honey and butter, now dripping onto the paper.  We ended up getting two.

I didn’t get a shot of the waffles (they were eaten too fast), but here is another snack we had one day—a corndog and French fries all in one.