Dating a mans man
It was all too much for me, or at least for my stomach.
By the time my map app was telling me I was in Songdo I was about to collapse from starvation.
Here and there were trees propped up on wood stilts, as well as a building which looked like a Buddhist temple.
The park surrounded an artificial lake or river, where a few people were paddling in duck boats, while others were riding double bikes on the dirt paths.
Clarke’s creations, which contain the indistinguishable-from-magical power to turn animals into sentient beings, Songdo’s vast and seemingly empty structures only have the power to reduce sentient beings into insects.
It was almost as awe-inspiring as discovering a city of gigantic -esque monoliths, though the comparison falls apart: Consider that, unlike Arthur C.
On the first floor was a Vietnamese dumpling place, nearly empty, where the young staff greeted me, the odd foreigner, as though I was covered with Yakuza tattoos. It may sound ridiculous now, but only a few years ago the city was envisioned as a “global center” to rival Singapore or Hong Kong, a place where “foreigners would rent the buildings”—presumably after gaining a mystical understanding of South Korea’s idiosyncratic real estate market.
The city’s Wikipedia page notes that a small number of Japanese people shaken up by the 2011 Tōhoku earthquake have taken up residence here, though the Korean-language Yonhap News article it cites says that only four Japanese actually made the move.
There I discovered an empty spotless cafeteria, with a spectacular view of the empty spotless city.
Back outside, during several hours of walking, I checked out the international school (where tuition is a sensible ,000 per year) and the university campuses, encountering not a single human being in those locations.