10 observations from a first time Seoulite

We made it to Seoul! As it’s my first time here, I thought I’d write about what has struck me since we arrived. Oli has visited before, but the only things I really heard from him were that he visited a poo-themed cafe 🤷🏼‍♀️ and that he too-enthusiastically embraced the cultural norm of post-work beers and then left his laptop in a bar…

All in all, I was keen to see it for myself!

It’s big. Like, really big

By some measures, Seoul is one of the largest cities in the world. Sure enough, when we climbed Namsan Mountain, we could see high-rise buildings spreading as far as the eye could see – and it was a clear day, so we could see a very long way. In itself, this isn’t that impressive – this is the case in many cities. However, as we explored the summit as night fell, we could see that the high-rise extended like this in every direction, weaving around and beyond the mountains that used to encircle the city. It was pretty mind-boggling.

…But the towels are tiny

Seriously, I mean really tiny! Don’t expect anything larger than a tea towel to use for drying off after a shower. We haven’t quite got to the bottom of this one yet, but apparently it’s a South Korean thing. We stayed our first night in a nice hotel and we had what we would consider normal bath towels there, so I guess they knew that the small towel peculiarity wasn’t popular with visitors! For obvious reasons, I won’t enclose a photo with this, but just know that I’ve tried various toga methods with the towels we’ve since received in other accommodations and none achieve acceptable coverage…

the toilets are as good as they say

Small towels aside, the bathrooms here absolutely redeem themselves with their spectacular toilets. I’m not even sure we’ve seen the best of them yet, but let me tell you, it’s pretty disconcerting to hear the toilet power up as you approach it! I’m still chuckling about the tale of one of Oli’s colleagues who got in a pickle with his toilet controls and managed to squirt water out of his bathroom and into the wardrobe.

Public toilets are also plentiful, well signposted and immaculately clean. What a dream!

There’s a warning sign for everything

Everywhere we turn, we see another instructional or warning sign. We started by translating some of them (because surely, if it’s important enough to have a sign then it must be something we needed to know!) until we realised this simply wasn’t going to be necessary. Our favourites are the pictoral signs that demonstrate the potentially dramatic consequences of everyday activities.

To be fair, we first noticed quite how many signs were around on our first full day, when we hired a tandem and cycled around Yeouido Island and on some very narrow cycle lanes across bridges. We probably deserved some warnings then!

everything has a face

‘Cute’ is big here. If there’s advert or illustration of a foodstuff, a mode of transport, a piece of electronics, a natural landscape… you can pretty much bet that it will be drawn with eyes and a cute expression. I really wish I’d taken more photos – they are everywhere!

It’s modern, efficient and extremely orderly

In huge contrast to Central Asia, Seoul feels incredibly modern. There’s well-designed automation everywhere, from the ordering systems in coffee shops to Myeongdong Kyoja, a restaurant that is somewhat of an institution, trying out robot delivery to tables. We very much enjoyed watching the only other tourists in the restaurant hesitate for a long time about whether to take the food from the robot that was loitering near their table. We could feel their mortification from the other side of the restaurant when the waitress had to come over and take it back from them!

We also went to watch South Korea play Uruguay in the group stages of the World Cup one evening on big screens in Gwanghwamun Square. I think there was naturally some caution after the Halloween crowd crush in Itaewon in October (the originally planned fan festival had been cancelled in response) but we were still staggered to see that all of the fans were calmly seated cross-legged on the ground! This pretty much summed up our experience in this very well-organised city.

…but it hasn’t forgotten its past

Wandering away from the main streets, it is easy to find a version of Seoul that is still rooted in tradition. Just next to our accommodation was a low-rise area filled with tiny shops operating noisy old printing presses, which are still very much in demand. In other areas, we saw rows of traditional shops for mending electronics and repairing sewing machines, and the markets are fantastic – my favourite was Gwangjang, which combined food and fabric (dreamy!)

South Korea’s military history was on display at the War Memorial of Korea. Outside was a fascinating collection of aeroplanes, helicopters, tanks, missiles and ships. Even fresh off an uncomfortable overnight flight, exploring this collection kept us occupied (and awake) for quite some time.

Inside the museum were comprehensive exhibits explaining the context of the Korean War (officially 1950-1953 but in reality, still largely unresolved). I was fascinated by the two cars on display (below centre) – the near one was a gift from the USSR to North Korea’s Kim Il Sung, and the far one was a gift from President Eisenhower to South Korea’s Syngman Rhee, who was the Republic’s first President. It really highlighted North Korea’s relationship with Russia, and South Korea’s relationship with the United States (and elsewhere in the west). In a poignant moment, a man who had approached us for a chat thanked us earnestly for the United Kingdom’s support as part of the UN’s response to the war. It was difficult to know what to say, but it really brought home how this is very raw and recent history for many Koreans.

It’s easy to navigate

It might not feel like an obvious tourist destination, but we found Seoul incredibly easy to navigate. There is English signage almost everywhere and, in some areas, there are even roaming tourist information officials to point people in the right direction. We still managed to jam the lock of a metro station locker with our backpacks inside and then go to the wrong bus terminal to leave Seoul, but some people just can’t be helped…

people are super friendly and helpful

Of course, we’ve met nice people everywhere on our trip, but we were really struck by how many people went out of their way to help us while we were in Seoul – this isn’t exactly typical big city behaviour. When we hesitated over a Korean-language ordering system in a restaurant, a friendly woman hopped up from her table to help us enter our order (I’m working on learning the Korean alphabet, but I’ve still got a little way to go!) And when Oli and I were in the midst of a debate about where to go next while standing in a park, an enthusiastic man produced a map and gave it to us. We weren’t actually lost, but it was very kind of him! We got the impression he’d been keeping it in his bag ready for just this moment. And finally, when we were in a right pickle with all our worldly possessions jammed in a locker that wouldn’t open, a women stopped to check we were ok and called the support number to get it sorted for us.

All of these just made us feel so welcome. We love it here!

the food is incredible

Finally, I couldn’t really write a post raving about somewhere without mentioning the food. We haven’t eaten a single bad meal since we arrived in South Korea, despite our sometimes haphazard planning. I’ve already developed a real appreciation for kimchi (having always been a bit suspicious of it previously). Even better, many meals come with multiple free sides with unlimited refills (below was a particularly good haul)! The cuisine is just so delicious – spicy, sour, rich and complex – that we think it deserves a post of its own, coming soon(ish)…

Astana: So good they named it six times

Astana is the capital city of Kazakhstan and at 51 degrees north, is a long, long way up from where we’d been travelling east (at around 37-45 degrees) since we left London.

This probably should have served as a bit of a clue that the November weather might be rather chilly, but somehow this didn’t factor into our conversation at all when I was trying to persuade Oli that it was a great idea to go!

Actually, it turned out that the snowy weather really made our visit, and our careful packing for four seasons just about kept us warm enough. It did make walking everywhere a bit of a challenge – we still tried but the buses were pretty enticing at times!

It turns out that Astana holds the Guinness World Record for the capital city with the most name changes, having first been called Akmolinsk, then Tselinograd, then Akmola, then Astana and finally Nur-Sultan. In fact, the city has had another name change even since we left home in August – we’d been there a few days before we realised that it had in fact reverted to being called Astana from Nur-Sultan (we just assumed everyone referred to it by its old name still). It’s hard to keep up!

A model of Astana – the most symmetrical city I’ve ever seen!

Our first activity when we stepped off our overnight train was to visit the iconic Khan Shatyr shopping centre. This might sound like an odd place to start, but it was warm inside and apparently of architectural merit (having been designed by the British architect Norman Foster).

The Khan Shatyr shopping centre, which looks like a huge, wonky big top

Of more interest to us was that it had a monorail running around the interior, which we just had to ride.

One of Astana’s most iconic buildings (and the one I’d seen in photos that really made me want to visit) is the Bayterek Monument, which sits right in the centre of the city. We took a lift to the top, which had great views of the snowy surrounds and gridlocked traffic, and saw former President Nursultan Nazarbayev’s golden handprint. The idea is that you place your hand in the print while looking towards the palace (if this seems a little egotistical, that probably does a good job of summing up how presidents are treated here – after all, the whole city of Astana was named after him for three years).

We saw more cool architecture surrounding Independence Square – the city really has gone big on futuristic buildings.

Although we’d normally love to take our time walking around an area like this, it was bloody cold! Oli resorted to Labrador techniques to keep warm (and my fingers nearly fell off taking this video).

Instead, we spent a few hours exploring the National Museum, and I promise that this wasn’t just because it was lovely and warm. It was one of the most wide-ranging museums I’ve ever visited and I think we only scratched the surface before closing time, but we still saw exhibits on archeology, nomadic life, the Second World War, space travel, fine art, 21st century Kazakhstan, and more.

We even found some information about the three people pictured in the huge murals we’d seen in Aktau in the museum. The portrait on the building closest to the eternal flame in Aktau was Khiuaz Dospanova, the first female officer in the Soviet Air Force, who was named a People’s Hero of Kazakhstan in 2004 for her heroic missions and perseverance after terrible injury.

We’d read that a short distance outside of the city was the site of a Gulag (labour camp) for wives of political prisoners during the Stalin years, who were sentenced to 5-8 years for being the “enemy of the people” without any evidence of guilt. We decided to visit the ALZhIR museum and memorial to learn more and pay our respects.

I think it was even more chilling to see the site in the snow, since the conditions at these camps were poor and we read that the women collected reeds from the nearby lake to attempt to insulate their huts. It must have been so cold. Unfortunately, the museum itself was a bit of a disappointment, but it did give us some context about what happened during this period in Kazakhstan, and we read some interesting material about collectivisation on the return bus journey. It was also good to get out of the city and see some everyday life in the town in which the camp had been located.

Our final stop before catching our overnight train was the NUR ALEM Future Energy museum. In 2017, the World Expo came to Astana and its theme was Future Energy (somewhat ironically, in a country where renewables comprised only 3% of its electricity generation mix in 2020), and this museum was its legacy. It was housed in one of the buildings from the Expo, an enormous glass sphere that was genuinely impressive and worth a visit for the building alone.

The eight floors, covering future plans for Astana as well as solar, wind, biomass, space, water and kinetic energy, were just the cherry on top. Oli was like a kid in a sweetshop, and described it as “cooler than he could ever have imagined”. Bless him! To be fair, it was a really good museum. I think my favourite thing (which didn’t really relate to energy, but did relate to coffee, one of my great loves) was the exhibit showing the coffee machine that Lavazza have made for astronauts called the ISSpresso – great name! However, the exhibits did leave us wondering why some of the ideas for energy generation weren’t being more widely adopted, if they really were such silver bullets. Oli found a disclaimer on one of the wind power exhibits that answered some of our questions (last slide)…

We loved Astana and were really glad we visited. But from everything we’d read, Astana is the capital of Kazakhstan in name only and Almaty is the real cultural and historical centre. It was there that we were headed next.

Putting the silk in Silk Road (a side trip to Margilan)

Margilan is a town in the Fergana Valley that borders Kyrgyzstan and Tajikistan in the south-eastern corner of Uzbekistan. Although it’s often listed as a highlight of the country because of its links to the silk trade, it actually felt well off the tourist trail – probably because it is in the opposite direction from Tashkent to other big-hitting sights such as Samarkand.

The journey involved taking a 7-hour train from Tashkent. Although it was an afternoon train, we were in a sleeper compartment because this was only one part of the train’s much longer route across Uzbekistan. We felt fortunate that we did the journey in the daytime, as the views across the border to the snow-capped mountains in Tajikistan were stunning.

Unfortunately, we didn’t have the best journey because our compartment-mates weren’t exactly welcoming. They had already commandeered one of our beds before we arrived (we never got this back) and at one point they banished Oli from where he was sitting (on our other bed) because they wanted to eat lunch at the table. He was so taken aback that he actually moved for them! There were other things, too, but maybe I won’t get started….

We’re pretty sure that they felt able to behave like this because they were older than us; respect for elders, particularly men (eye roll 🙄), is very important in Uzbekistan. We’ve seen lots of deferential behaviour on buses, but we didn’t realise that the expectation would extend to us not being able to sit in our booked seats! Or perhaps they just thought we were pushovers – who knows? Either way, it was another thing to add to the growing list of frustrations in Uzbekistan. On a happier note, we played an excellent round of Public Transit Roulette on the local marshrutkas when we arrived in Margilan, so things were looking up!

We had one full day in town and our main aim was to explore the Kumtepa Bazaar, 5 km out of town. As far as we understood, this ran every day, but was particularly buzzing with sellers of locally-produced silk on Thursdays and Sundays. Much like in Tashkent, the bazaar was arranged into zones, but these were even more fascinating. There was a whole zone dedicated to sewing machines and overlockers (Oli had to hold me back) and an area for used car parts and all sorts of unidentified (to us, at least) mechanical paraphernalia. Sadly, I wasn’t that inspired by the fabrics for sale (I had a very specific idea of what I wanted – which will be no surprise to anyone who knows me well!) but this was probably for the best, given I’d have to carry any purchases for the next few months.

Without a doubt, our favourite part of the bazaar was discovering a BBQ zone, where we had an exceptional lunch.

In the Chorsu Bazaar in Tashkent, where we had a similar meal, the staff were at least cooking in rudimentary kitchens (below left), but in Margilan we saw the real deal: even the deep fat fryer was wood-fueled (below right)!

Unsurprisingly, the chefs really knew what they were doing and the food was cooked to perfection – it was such a good demonstration of how simple ingredients combined well can be SO delicious. The chicken was smoky, salty and succulent, with just a hint of cumin, and the slaw was crunchy, tangy and fresh.

We also couldn’t resist trying what was being churned out from the deep fat fryer as there was a constant queue of people buying up bags of fried snacks. Some Googling after the fact suggested that they were probably baursaki, most associated with Kazakhstan but eaten across Central Asia, and they were savoury, crunchy and very satisfying, much like deep-fried Yorkshire puddings.

This lunch was a real highlight – other than this, we ate without a doubt the worst run of meals in Margilan that we’ve ever eaten, anywhere! The less said about them the better…

While we were sipping our tea after lunch, two chaps on a neighbouring table beckoned us over, so we joined them for several more cups of tea. Communication was a little tricky, but we gleaned that one of them had worked in Germany for several years. This gave Oli the opportunity to test out his secondary-school German skills, and this may be the first time ever that they have helped, rather than hinder, communication!! The chaps were baffled at the concept that we were married and didn’t have children – by their estimation, we should have had ten by now (this seemed a little ambitious, as we’ve been married for seven years…) Oli was highly amused that I showed them a picture of Thomas when they asked about children!

Gratuitous Thomas picture

There was an awful lot of gesturing about how I should be producing children, cooking and doing the cleaning. While I understand that they have a very different worldview and so I wasn’t offended as I may have been in another circumstance, I didn’t want to miss the opportunity to question their assumptions about my and Oli’s roles, so I told them that Oli also cooks and cleans. They roared with laughter, but Oli also said that they wouldn’t look him in the eye after this, which I thought was fascinating. We did realise afterwards that perhaps we didn’t make it quite clear enough that in normal circumstances (i.e. when we’re not travelling), I would also be working full time and not sitting idly around the house with no children to care for while Oli earned all the money AND did the cleaning! Oh well.

After we said farewell to our new friends, we stopped off at the Yodgorlik Silk Factory. If we had been short of time, we probably would have skipped this because we’d read very mixed accounts of people’s experiences online, but as we were passing we thought we would pop in.

The one thing I did know about Ikat fabric in advance of our visit is that it is yarn-dyed (i.e. the threads are dyed before being woven), and it was really interesting to see how this works in practice to produce a print: the threads are wrapped around a huge frame and hand-sorted to keep the pattern roughly in line. We also saw how the silkworms’ cocoons are unravelled to produce the silk threads, how the dyes are produced from natural materials (such as walnut shells), and how the threads are woven into silk, cotton and blended fabrics on hand and machine looms.

Although it was nice to see the traditional hand-loom method, the machine looms were the real stars of the show – the noise was incredible, even though only two were running in a room of around 18!

We had mixed feelings about this visit. For a sewing fan like myself, it was cool to see the traditional methods used to produce the fabrics, but it was abundantly clear that the factory was no longer operating at any kind of scale. We strongly suspected that the workers started just as we entered each room and stopped as soon as we left. It felt a bit like being in the Truman Show!

On our return journey to Tashkent the following day, we had a compartment to ourselves and a very relaxed journey. That is, it was very relaxed until the conductor tried to extract a payment from us for keeping our compartment empty (which we didn’t ask him to do – and we’re sure that the seats weren’t booked as the carriage was patently half-empty). In frustrating moments like these, we really had to remind ourselves that we’ve also experienced real kindness from a lot of people in Uzbekistan – like the cafe owner who wouldn’t accept any money for a pot of tea the previous day, or the marshrutka driver who I accidentally rerouted to drop us off directly outside the station entrance that morning, and who did so with a smile and a flourish!

All in all, we were a little relieved to be leaving Uzbekistan the following day. We were just hoping against hope that our paperwork was enough in order that they would actually stamp us out of the country! Spoiler alert: they did, and more on that soon.