As we prepared to go through security, I queued among them. I tried to divert my eyes, as to not appear if I was staring at them with endless fascination. Gazing at their bags, their shirt collars, searching for any indication of just who this cadre of comrades were and what exactly it was that they did. They also eyed me curiously, one looking over my shoulder at my passport and ticket, asking Pyongyang as if I may have been in the wrong line. I smiled and said yes, Pyongyang.Read More
Following lunch in Pyongyang, we set out on our journey to the port city of Nampo. Along the way, we visited a collective farm and a dam. We also ate clams cooked in gasoline and played virtual shooting games. Because this is just what you do.
While none of these stops will likely be forgotten, the visit to the collective farm was something you almost have to experience to believe it is true.Read More
Monday morning. We have a big day ahead of us. There is no down time in DPRKorea! I was disappointed our planned excursion to a steel factory was replaced with a trip to a glass manufacturer. I have a weird fascination with metal hardness standards that stems from my childhood obsession with the Titanic. (That hull was made of slag, dammit.) But I quickly get over it because how often does one get to visit a North Korean glass factory? And oh, because I have no say in the matter. In Democratic People's Republic of Korea glass factory visits you!