Exiting North Korea – Part 9
Exiting North Korea.
Pyongyang, North Korea.
28 June 2017.
* (For the previous part, click here: Travelling Pyongyang North Korea – Part 8)
I was in the shower in my hotel at the Yanggakdo International Hotel in Pyongyang, North Korea, when the phone ran as a wake-up call from Kim, my guide.
“Meester Beavers,” as he has taken to calling me lately, “It is time to get up.”
A telephone extension right next to the toilet in a hotel bathroom seemed to be a silly concept at first, but it is actually pretty handy. It means you only have to take one step to get to the phone from the shower…
And you know you are in a far-out country when you are using a phone rather and a mobile/cell today…
The wake-up call had come earlier than I expected. Kim told me it was because we were exiting North Korea today and the hotel staff would come and inspect the room to make sure there was nothing broken or missing before we moved out. I have only been in the room for a few hours a night to catch a few winks and shower.
There had not had enough time to break anything at the hotel.
The tour group checked out and we got on the bus to have one last look around Pyongyang before boarding our train at 10:10. We were taken to the Arch of Triumph, which is over-top of a road in Pyongyang and it is 11 meters taller than the Arc de Triomphe in Paris. The North Korean Arch was built in 1982 by President Kim Il Sung to commemorate his 70th birthday. There are sculptures of 70 magnolias that align the inside of the arch.
As mentioned in an article before, the magnolia was the favorite flower of Kim Il Sung, and consequently it became the national flower of DPRK.
Along the top of the arch, inscribed are the words to the ‘Song of General Kim Il Sung.’
What a birthday… Can you imagine that conversation in your head as you are having a shave (face or legs, depending on your sex) in the morning?
‘I have decided that as a gift to my people for my 70th birthday, I will construct a huge arch across a road in honour of myself, and on the top of it I will have the words of my own song written!’
It is pretty amazing to think that someone would indulge in themselves so much.
‘Happy birthday me, Kim Il Sung!’
I asked Kim about the tombs of Eternal President Kim Il Sung and Chairman Kim Jong Il. He told me that they are both lying in state.
Yes, it is true. Kim Il Sung is on display in a building in one room and Kim Jong Il is in another. Kim told me that he has seen the bodies, and that it is considered an honour to see them. He told me the bodies cane be visited on special occasions: the birthday of Kim Il Sung, the birthday of Kim Jong Il, the DPRK founding day, and the founding day if the Workers Party. I asked Kim how they look. He said that both bodies look normal, as they did in their everyday lives. He told me that they are both wearing normal clothes that they would ordinarily wear.
We were taken to the train station so that we could catch ours back across the country and into China. Outside of the station were some cars driving around. Kim told me that it is the busiest street in North Korea. I told him that the same street would be considered a quiet one in Beijing. I would love to take Kim with me somewhere like Bangkok to see his reaction to the traffic there and watch him cross the street.
I still had some money in my pocket, so before leaving Pyongyang and exiting North Korea, I bought a bottle of North Korean soju and a carton of cigarettes to give away to my friends. I think as a smoker, it would probably be pretty cool to have a package of North Korean cigarettes… So, the only souvenirs I have from North Korea are a carton of cigarettes, a bottle of soju, and a bottle of crazy liquor with a snake in it. I guess it says a lot about my lifestyle at the moment…
I gave Kim 300 Chinese Yuan as a tip. I had been told by the manager of Explore North Korea tours before I left that if I gave him 100, it would be a lot. In the end, 300 Yuan is only $44. And for the information that Kim gave me, and for the fact that he just spend five days by my side, $44 was a pretty good deal. He was very grateful. I am not sure what he will use the money for. He does not have to pay bills, pay for beer, pay for food or pay for housing…
Later, I would find out that a guide’s salary for a month is about 500 yuan ($74), so I gave him more than half of a month of salary for five days of work.
Maybe that makes Kim one of the richest people he knows right now. Imagine the birthday party he will be able to throw now! I gave Kim a hug just before we got on the train as I knew that would make him very uncomfortable, and it did.
Once again, I was the only white person on the train as we headed on the five hour journey to China. I was thinking about the trip and about the lives of the North Koreans. Maybe they have it better than us in some ways. They do not have to worry about stress from their jobs. They do not have to worry about money. They do not have to worry about paying rent. They are oblivious to all of the fear mongering media we are force fed in the rest of the world. I never say any starving people in North Korea. Never did I see any homeless in North Korea. I was told that kids are free there to get themselves to school and piano lessons as there are not the creeps that parents have to worry about in the rest of the world.
There are, however, constant thoughts in the backs of their minds of potential war. But they do not have the everyday stresses nearly everyone in the rest of the world has to deal with. I do not want to trade my life for theirs, but their life is nothing like I expected it to be. So, take your ‘Oh but Propaganda’ arguments and beat it.
The world is full of inexperienced experts in everything and laptop Mother Teresa’s.
Everyone who watches Fox news seems to have a well educated opinion about this country who can tell me more than I might ever know by feeling it for myself…
Of course there was propaganda! But, I came to see the country the way they wanted to present it to me.
Do not forget, if you are reading this it is likely that you are from the west and you are a part of the propaganda machine from that part of the world.
It is certain that I was intentionally shown and not shown much about North Korea, but there is only so much that can be totally hidden from your view and so much that can be so in your face in a presentation.
In North Korea I saw some of the most honest eyes and most innocent looks that I have ever come across. The entire trip was not anything like I thought it was going to be.
Nothing in DPRK, and I truly mean nothing, was like I had assumed it would be in my mind before I arrived.
The train journey was over quickly because I was so stressed and thinking about the $1.05 worth of North Korean money I had. I managed to get my hands on a couple of notes a couple of days ago that I wanted to keep as my own souvenir. But the idea of going to jail over $1.05 was truly a frightening concept. So, I spent a couple of hours wracking my brain, plotting, planning and scheming how to get those two North Korean bills out of their country and safely into China until I had a safe plan…
Suddenly the train pulled into Sinuiji, the border town just across the river from Dandong, China, immigration got onto the train. The same immigration officer as the one who had taken my passport when I arrived saw me and said to me with a smile, “Ah, Canada.” He was not my immigration officer this time as he was taking care of another section of the train car I was on.
Instead we got an immigration officer in his late 40’s, wearing a higher ranking uniform and hat. He was smiling at one of the tour guides on the train who he has obviously dealt with many times before. When he got to us to search our bags, he had a pleasant demeanor. He asked a Chinese girl to open her luggage for him to inspect. As a girl behind him went to move her luggage, it bumped against the immigration officer’s leg.
He was playful and embellished on the moment, pretended to fall, let out a yell, and turned around laughing.
It was good natured and it was hysterical because it seemed so out of place. When he went to search my backpack, he barely looked inside, nodded his head and moved on to the next person. He did not even check my camera.
After we had all completed immigration for exiting North Korea, the train took off again and carried us across the bridge to Dandong, China, where I cleared Chinese immigration with a bottle of liquor with a snake in it that a girl on the train had earlier told me would not be allowed into China. I exited the train station to find Sabrina from Explore North Korea waiting for me to ask about the journey and to get her camera back. She wanted to take me out for dinner before my next train would take me overnight from Dandong to Beijing.
It is funny how life works. China seemed so strange to me before because of its peculiarities that I am not used to, but after a trip to North Korea, China suddenly felt very familiar.
Everything felt a lot brighter somehow. Even standing in the sun felt sunnier in China. I guess that is my subconscious doing in regards to the media I am accustomed to about North Korea. However, moments later when Sabrina and I walked past a Starbucks, I nearly vomited into my mouth. What have I come back to? Every system is seriously flawed. I am not sure who has got it right, but I have yet to find it anywhere…
This trip through North Korea, though, was nothing short of fascinating…
(*For everyone who has followed along on this seven-part, nine article journey with me, thanks a lot! I hope it came across even partially as intriguing to read as it was mesmerizing to actually see.)
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