Two forces run underneath everything in Korea, and they pull against each other. The first is ppalli-ppalli (빨리빨리, 'hurry hurry') — the speed reflex left over from rebuilding a destroyed country in one generation. Food arrives in four minutes, packages ordered at midnight land before breakfast, subway doors close on the dot, and a queue that isn't moving makes people visibly restless. The second is a Confucian social grammar built on age and rank: Koreans ask your age early not to be nosy but to work out which verb endings to use, who pours first, and who pays. Speed governs transactions; hierarchy governs relationships. The reconciling skill is nunchi (눈치) — reading a room fast enough to place yourself in it correctly. Regionally the country is far less uniform than it looks: Gyeongsang in the southeast and Jeolla in the southwest carry a rivalry with real political weight and audibly different dialects, Jeju's speech is close to a separate language, and Seoul reads to the rest of the country as fast, polished and a little cold. Visitors get enormous latitude on all of this. Trying at all — a bow, two hands, a bad annyeonghaseyo — buys more goodwill than getting it right.