He stood in the middle of the bustling terminal, a massive backpack strapped to him like a shell, watching a river of people flow past. Everyone seemed to know exactly where they were going. They moved with purpose, tapping on phones, clutching coffee cups, shouting rapid-fire Korean into headsets.
The guide is available in multiple formats to suit different traveler needs:
"I... sorry," he said, switching to English, the universal language of the defeated tourist. "PDF... no. Book... slow."
Min-jun burst out laughing. It wasn't mean; it was genuine delight. "Ah! So formal! You sound like my grandfather reading the news."