It was Sunday evening, I’d just returned from a lovely dinner with my friends Tommy and Tara, and I was staring at a rather battered Rimowa suitcase that was lying open on the bed. I was hours away from embarking on a two-week tour of Asia and realised that I was out of practice for a multi-climate, six-city tour. Had I really once travelled for such long periods with such a small cabin bag? How had I managed to stuff a compact olive bag with all that I needed for work, play, fitness and more? And did I still need to be living by the same rules? Would it not make more sense to just trade up to a bigger bag that I could check in and would make life easier?
Absolutely not! With great determination and a firm grip on my itinerary I found my rhythm after a few moments of folding and stacking and recalled that the secret to packing for such a tour is to trick yourself into thinking that it’s just a four-day trip and limit the wardrobe to the basics that you might need for an extended weekend. For sure, it’s not easy, as you have to plan around hotels with dependable laundry service and ensure that a client never sees you in the same ensemble twice but, with a little diary consultation, it can work. It just takes patience and a bit of sartorial sacrifice.
My original itinerary had me starting in Zürich and heading straight to Seoul but a few meetings in Geneva jumped in the way, so I had to jump on the train, meet, drink and dine with clients, stay overnight in a hotel and then catch a Finnair flight up to Helsinki and on to Seoul.
At Helsinki Airport’s gate 52, I was told that a mask would be required to board the flight and was essential for the duration of the journey to Seoul. Really? Was this a requirement of the airline or the South Korean government? The man at the gate mumbled something to the effect of, “That’s the way it is,” but, once onboard, I realised that it was more about keeping up appearances and ensuring that the memory of the pandemic stays alive than following a strict rule. The Finnish crew seemed rather exhausted by the idea and took every opportunity to pull their masks off once in the galley and, after drinks had been served, most passengers dispensed with theirs. On landing in Seoul, I was expecting Incheon’s workers and passengers to be fully masked but there were some strong signs that people were doing away with them and not paying attention to the reminders to keep them on.
I was in Seoul a little over a year ago and found the city a bit sleepy and, despite offering business visas, it wasn’t in a position to be hosting the world. Thankfully, it had found much of its rhythm again and there was a healthy energy and a renewed sense of ambition. How different it was from being in Washington a few weeks ago; DC felt like a geriatric zombie town. The coronavirus measures seemed to be receding at speed in Seoul and the city almost felt like its old self but there was an urgency to build on the momentum around brand South Korea and ensure that it could deliver on its promise to be a new hub for multinationals fatigued by Hong Kong and fed up with operating out of Shanghai.
After 24 hours in Seoul, it was on to Tokyo. When I stepped off the aircraft, I was greeted by not one or two people in pink vests flapping various health forms and pointing and shouting but more than 20. As a first impression, it was off-putting and less than welcoming. While the immigration procedures were fast enough, you immediately got the sense that Japan might be marketing itself as a country for people who have enjoyed the past few years of absurd rules and get a thrill out of squirting on alcohol-based sanitisers and tearing into a pack of fresh masks – maybe even in an array of seasonal new colours.
Last month I penned a piece in the Nikkei about the need for Japan to take some active measures to move society out of the pandemic at speed. While there are a few rebels who go against the flow and don’t don masks, the country feels as though it’s caught between some vague official guidance (there have been few enforceable laws in Japan governing the pandemic) about not wearing a mask and a very real need to kick-start the economy – particularly by opening up to tourists. Just before I arrived the government said that coronavirus would be downgraded to flu status and many remarked that this would be the turning point when things would get back to normal. I’m not so sure.
Social conformity is part of what makes Japan Japan, so it’ll be a while before the Plexi, ethanol, temperature checks, masks and early closing hours are removed and the Tokyo that we love comes roaring back. On the plus side, there are still very few tourists, so now’s the time to have Kyoto almost to yourself, as I did on Saturday. Save for the odd pairs of Germans and Aussies wandering around in matching hiking gear (by the way, why? You’re in a proper city, so dress for the occasion for heaven sake), there are only well-behaved domestic tourists queuing for egg sandwiches and special-edition curry. Tokyo’s governor, Yuriko Koike, was in Europe this week, so hopefully she clocked that life is fully back to normal and, for her capital to compete, it needs to get its genki groove back. Now!