Insadong & jokbal in Dongdaemun
We landed in Seoul in early April. Spring, they said. Coming from Dubai, it felt like a polite winter: I'm famously cold-blooded, so take my weather reports with a pinch of salt, but pack a proper jacket anyway.
We dropped our bags at Amid Hotel in Insadong, the old quarter of tea houses, galleries and craft shops, and went straight out for a first walk. Seoul is seriously artsy: every second door is a café so photogenic you feel underdressed walking in.
We arrived late, so day one was simply dinner, a stroll and a first taste of Korean food. A confession: I'm not a big kimchi fan, which in Korea is a bit like not liking pasta in Italy. It shows up at every meal, uninvited.
Luckily everything else made up for it. Korean BBQ became my safe place for the whole trip: excellent meat, grilled at the table, wrapped in lettuce. Here we started with jokbal, braised pork trotters sliced thin. Better than it sounds, I promise.
To close the first night, a drink in Ikseon-dong, a tangle of tiny alleys where century-old hanok houses have been turned into bars, cafés and restaurants: wooden beams, tiled roofs and young Seoulites spilling out onto the street. Old Seoul and new Seoul, sharing a table.
