Starlight Glimmer: I didn’t change anything!
 
Parcly Taxel: Then the mane six wouldn’t be your friends like before, right?
 
Starlight: But they are!
 
Both: ARRRRRGH!
 
Parcly: Skip to the point though. Having completed my tour of Busan and its streets big and small, I hopped on the high-speed train to Seoul, which took the better part of three hours at 300 km/h. Between the intermediate places lay forested hills with only a trace of pony infrastructure - the part of South Korea little-known or seen.
 
Spindle: Yet railways breed towns; the corridor surrounding this line is the transportation axis of the entire nation. As we got closer and closer to the capital, the density of built-up areas increased, first at a snail’s pace but then accelerating to the masking time of a full-grown changeling (i.e. the time it takes to shift into or from another form). The snow thickened as well, which is obvious given that this train was heading north. Yay for snow!
 
Parcly: When we arrived at the Seoul terminal, however, the snow had melted into thin puddles. We found a luxurious room with cloud beds, telescopes and wide views of the city below, which made me just lie down in the fluffiness and recuperate.
 
Thus my time in one of the biggest shopaholic magnets in the world began. Tourists, fancy mares, flaunting monsieurs, window-gazers, sugarcubes with no drive or sense of direction, hipster colts… they were swarming inside and out with me in the middle. SUCH DEPRAVITY!
 
Rarity: Quit whining, science genie! Those pretenders don’t know how meaningful a hoof-made dress can be! Or in your case, an exotic potion…
 
Parcly: Is that what I do best for others?
 
Rarity: Yes, yes.
 
Parcly: Hm… so after that carnage I had daisy stew and rice for dinner, then threw myself into the city’s sprawl of skyscrapers and wide streets. Why did I do this, in near-zero temperatures? I never knew - Seoul’s night scenes are like any other large city - until I came across a calm in the storm, a wide plaza dividing the two directions of a road.
 
At its focal point sat a statue of Sejong, the king of Korea who introduced hangul as the optimal script for the country’s language. Behind lay Gwanghwamun, the gate to his magnificent palace. Because they stood in their original positions, the metropolis had order and meaning unchanged from centuries past.
 
Spindle: Cantering around a city this large and cold all day cost Parcly’s hooves dear, so with scenes remembered she boomeranged back to her bed. Even if this wasn’t a spa per se, its sheer softness made it one anyway.
 
(There is a corresponding Note on Hangul explaining how it maps to the Korean phonology:)