Yesterday, I flew into Seoul ahead of a tour of Kia’s various factories, research and development facilities and global headquarters in its homeland.
The impressive rise of Kia and sister brand Hyundai in Europe has made headlines over the past five years, but home customers probably wonder why we’re making such a fuss. After all, over here in South Korea, the local brands are firmly established, with their models topping the domestic sales charts each month.
As a coach driver whisked us to our hotel with a nerve-jangling amount of determination and a loose sense of lane etiquette, I surveyed the passing vehicles, of which there are plenty in downtown Seoul.
Kia and Hyundai models dominated, in the same way that the UK’s traffic is usually heavy on Ford and Vauxhall badges. Some model names were familiar – Sorento, for example – but others less so, such as the Kia Morning, which is the local name for the Picanto, or K5, which is the Kia Optima.
The occasional premium Audi or BMW punctuated the traffic flow, and recent sales figures suggest the big European brands are gaining traction in this Asian market, but, unlike in Europe, the home brands hold their own in the big saloon stakes, too, with cars such as the Hyundai Grandeur and Kia K9.
Indeed, a rare sighting of a Jaguar near our hotel by a British colleague was greeted in the same enthusiastic way that a group of twitchers might congratulate the spotter of a bullfinch.
To shake off the jetlag yesterday afternoon I strolled up Mount Namsan, which sounds more of a challenge than it really is. However, the hill makes up for its lack of stature with some stunning views of the sprawling capital and the grown-up mountains in the distance.
The lower slopes of Mount Namsan are pleasingly tranquil, with sweeping pathways through woodland, and between the trees the occasional glimpse of the city below.
Further up, there’s a road that enables less energetic explorers to reach the top, where the hubbub grows as coach after coach disgorges excited, babbling tourists, each gazing upwards at the observation tower that perches atop the mountain.
The tour coaches tend to be painted in captivating shades of purple and orange, and bear superlative-heavy slogans, such as ‘Super Air Luxury Premium Jet Special’ or ‘Excellent Express’. Some of the vehicles had emblems on their doors proclaiming ‘Star Driver’, an accolade I doubt our airport chauffeur will earn anytime soon.
What really caught my attention were the green and white buses that whizzed up the steep hill behind me, accompanied by the instantly identifiable whine of an electric drivetrain under fairly heavy load.