Jaakko looks around at the city around him.
The Kintharian city your hotel is in proves to forge an impressive skyline of skyscrapers for business or pleasure. As you get closer, daylight bounces glaringly off of the windows of the monolitic skyscrapers of glass and steel. Despite this looming urban sprawl, the outer parts of the metropolitan area has much, much shorter buildings. Buildings of architectural styles ranging from semi-traditional Kintharian to suburban Mercanan-influenced line the streets. The logos of various hotels, telecommunications, technology, and other companies stand bold and proud on the various towers within the inner city.
The sidewalks are crowded with throngs of people heading this way and that, and the streets are flanked on either side by buildings that only seem to get taller the further into the city you get. Not only that, but as the airport shrinks in the distance behind you, so does the amount of Aesthian and Mercanan translations on signs and stores, as well as foreign influence in general. It never goes away entirely, but its reduction leaves a not-so-subtle reminder that you're still foreigners.
Quite a number of cars are driving themselves, the majority of them taxis, and a couple that probably belong to some big-shot executives. Every now and again you can catch sight of the highways, which occasionally cross over the streets, plus the signage that comes along with it. Most billboards are of the traditional steel and paper variety, although a few end up being similar to the holographic signs in the airport.