To the average Korean, these swinging subway handles represent the opportunity to sway comfortably while enjoying their daily commute. To the 6′3” American, these headache handles represent a constant source of bruises on the forehead, sharp exclamations of pain and muttered curses under my breath.
Just when I thought I’d mastered the minefield of handles, I’d turn around to leave only to be smacked in the face by one of the damn things. If I had one complaint about the amazing and wonderful subway system of Seoul, it would be the existence of these death traps.