The terminal at Incheon resembles a spaceship. On either side, the corridors look like the fuselage of an aircraft. There are more than 50 gates, but no Gate 13. Superstitious people, these guys are.
After landing, the captain announced that the outside temperature was -4C. The sun shone brightly. He must be joking…so I thought, until I stepped out and shivered.
The taxi was luxurious - spacious, with polished ebony interiors, leather cushion seats and what else. The bill was more than what we would probably spend during the whole trip. The ride to Hilton was long, winding through the traffic of Seoul. Driving was not any different from the haphazard style followed by the cab drivers in India.
It was late evening when we got our rooms. Wanted to go shopping, but didn’t know where to go. The concierge took out a map and pointed out the location of Yongsan market. But by then, the sun had set, and we had to eat something. The Hilton had nice restaurants, but pragmatism dictated that we should better try something that we could afford. It was ages (one hour actually – but a walk in the freezing cold can make it seem longer) before we found a McDonalds. Thankfully, unlike in Hong Kong, it didn’t smell of fish.
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