My Epic Quest (and Occasional Face-Plant) to Conquer Korea's Public Transport
Ah, Korea. The land of kimchi, K-Pop, and public transport so efficient it makes other countries look like they're still using carrier pigeons. I'm talking about a system so vast, so interconnected, and so utterly on time that it almost feels like magic. Almost. Because even magic can have its moments of utterly baffling bewilderment, especially when you're me, and your primary mode of navigation often involves pointing vaguely and hoping for the best. My inherent sense of direction is less "compass" and more "drunk squirrel chasing a nut." So, my friends, if I can survive, nay, thrive (mostly) on Korea's public transit, then so can you. My relationship with Korean public transport began, as most great love affairs do, with a healthy dose of fear and misunderstanding. Back in the early 2010s, my first attempt to board a Seoul subway train felt like preparing for an Olympic event I hadn't trained for. The sheer volume of people, the flashing signs...