This is: The Portuguese Connection (2012)
- a route taken by some well-known unfortunates in British history. But this was 21st-century Seoul, and our journey was to be a much happier affair. Our breakfast venue on this occasion was a French-themed coffee shop on the main road near the hotel. This one had a far wider selection of bakery items from which to choose, including some specifically designed with breakfast in mind. When we were ready we retraced our initial route from the previous day, but travelled one stop further to Gyeongbokgung Station, which was fairly obviously named after our first objective: Gyeongbokgung (Gyeongbok Palace), a restored / rebuilt palace complex based on an original that dated from 1395.
The ceremony proper began on schedule at 10am with a single, startling boom from a large drum. It was certainly a colourful affair, although some of the participants' facial hair looked a little suspect!
BELOW: Changing of the Guard ceremony in full swing | |||||
Once the ceremony was over, we began our walk around the extensive grounds and outbuildings of the palace complex, which reminded me time and again of the Forbidden City in Beijing. The tourist numbers were almost as bad too, but again as in Beijing, seemed to drop off dramatically the further into the complex we moved.
BELOW: After the Changing of the Guard ceremony, we proceeded to explore the grounds of Gyeongbok Palace | |||||
By this time, we were both ready for a warming cup of coffee in the attractive coffee shop of the National Palace Museum of Korea. The 11am ceremony was just finishing when we re-emerged. We then walked down the wide boulevard Sejong-daero, which ran from the palace to City Hall. Having seen the latter the previous afternoon, we stopped just over half way at the unusual feature known as Cheonggyechon Stream. Apparently this attractive channel featuring a walkway and a stream, which runs below normal street level, was once an open sewer with an elevated highway running above it - nice! Before embarking on this rather unconventional section of our itinerary, we followed the pattern of the previous day and enjoyed a freshly-made snack from a street food stall. On this occasion, we had fresh ginseng root, boiled in fish broth then deep fried and served with a spicy chilli sauce and a cup of the delicious broth. Once again, very good indeed!
LEFT: Coffee at the museum and catching the end of the next ceremony |
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RIGHT: Heading down Sejong-daero and then along the Cheonggyechon Stream |
After we had eaten our fill, the next move was to ride the subway to Chungmuro and walk the short distance to Namsangol Hanok Village, another preserved traditional Korean village, this time in a corner of the large Namsan Park. While this village was similar to the example that we had visited the previous morning, there were also differences. Namsangol had no roads running through it and it was a genuine museum; nobody lived in the houses.
RIGHT: Namsangol Hanok Village |
We then strode onwards and upwards into the main part of Namsan Park, which frequently looked very pretty with the trees decked out in autumn colours. Our objective was the base station for the cable car leading up to the Seoul Tower, a communication and observation tower that represented the highest point in this vast city. As ever in Seoul, actual distances turned out to be much greater than they appeared on a map, but for the most part it was a scenic and enjoyable walk. We eventually boarded a crush-loaded cable car for Namsan Mountain, then transferred to an elevator for the final ascent to the tower's observation deck. While we were whisked vertically aloft, a video was shown on - would you believe? - the ceiling of the lift. The views from the top were badly affected by the hazy conditions, but this came as no surprise and therefore was not a source of disappointment.
ABOVE: Walking through Namsan Park | ABOVE: Seoul Tower and view from Observation Deck |
Later that evening, after the customary cocktail at the Courtyard's 'MoMo' Bar, we once again went in search of food at the Times Square mall. Our first choice being already full, we managed to get a table in a restaurant with the usual name of China Plane. The language difficulties here turned out to be among the worst experienced so far. We had the world's hottest hot and sour soup and a supposedly mushroom-based main course that Bruce assured me was actually full of sea cucumber!