Incheon. For international travelers, it is the port of arrival in Korea, as it is the home of the “world’s best airport.” For history buffs, it is a city of great importance in the American/UN victory of the Battle of Incheon in the Korean War. For me, I guess it is both of these things, but it is also the landmark I use to determine which direction I need to go when accessing line 1 on the subway. Seeing as it is at the very end of the line, it takes a while to get to, and as I boarded the train one early morning, I hoped I would be able to find the city worth the long trip.
After walking out the station’s only exit, I immediately spotted the large, characteristically Chinese gateway into Korea’s only Chinatown. In the 1940s, many Chinese immigrated to Incheon during a boom in trade of chinaware, medicinal herbs, and silk. While the area became much smaller after the war, it still draws large crowds during the weekends. This neighborhood is what originally drew me to Incheon so I was eager to explore it. I was first greeted by merchants waving me into their shops; their wares included everything from traditional Chinese dresses to Chinese liquor to small marble figurines of happy Budais. Most of it was cheap souvenirsy paraphernalia, but the stores were fun to browse.
Mooncakes are sold all throughout Chinatown in different flavors like sweet potato and dried fruit.
Chinese restaurants dot the streets of Chinatown, often with very extravagant facades.
Eventually, the lantern-lined streets came to an end and I found myself entering Jayu Park, or "Freedom" Park. One striking asset to the park is the very modern Centennial Monument, built to commemorate 100 years of friendly relations between Korea and the US. Coincidently, it was Memorial Day and I saw tons of elderly men walking around the area, wearing hats noting their veteran status; I couldn't help but wonder how many of them were near this spot during the war. I soon found myself at a point overlooking the port of Incheon. Nearby, in a garden filled with colorful flowers, a regal statue of MacArthur also looked out over the port, offering his own protection of this important city.
Goods views of the port of Incheon can be seen from Freedom Park.
I headed back to the station to hop on a bus that took me to Wolmido. I could hear them before I could see them. Hundreds of adrenaline-hungry couples, families, and friends screamed as an assortment of carnival rides dipped, swung, and dropped. This permanent carnival was just a few steps away from the boardwalk, which was my destination. I was shocked that I hadn’t heard of this place that so resembled Coney Island. There were all of your typical boardwalk games, offering oversized stuffed animals as prizes and stalls selling cotton candy, sodas, and dried squid (which I’m guessing cannot be found on Coney Island.) There was an amusement park and plenty of entertainment stages, some of which featuring troupes of dancers and singers well past their prime. I found a nice table outside a café and parked it there. While sipping on lemonade, I watched the people pass by happily and the boats drift along in the background.
A Viking Ship rocks back and forth at the permanent carnival in Wolmido.
What would a boardwalk be without a giant ferris wheel?
With my quest for finding a new place a successful one, I felt that all I had seen in Incheon was well worth the hour long trip. Korea is often coined “Dynamic Korea” in tourism ads and as I continue to see more of Korea, I can understand why. Incheon is not far from Seoul, but it offers visitors something that can’t be found within the city limits. I headed toward the subway station, ready to get back to familiarity, but not before just one more moon cake. Or two.