Travelling Pyongyang North Korea – Part 8
Travelling Pyongyang North Korea – Part 6.
27 June 2017 (cont’d).
* (For the previous part, click here: Life in North Korea – Part 7)
As we are on our way back to the capital city, travelling Pyongyang North Korea, I was interested in careers, so I asked my North Korean guide, Kim, about jobs. As mentioned before, he said that all jobs pay the same. A dentist makes about the same amount of money as a bus driver. I wanted to know how it works, and he told me that you can do whatever you want to do in DPRK as long as you study and educate yourself. I asked him if it would be possible to run a hydro-power station.
He said you would just have to study in the university for it, and once you completed your course, the government would find you a job.
Kim said that getting into the workforce through education it is the same in the DPRK as it is for westerners with the difference being that westerners then have to compete for jobs once they are finished their studies.
In North Korea the government gives them their place to work once they finish their education.
I asked him about courses filling up and there not being enough jobs for the people finishing courses. He told me he could not think of examples where there were more people for jobs than there were jobs. He said if he wants to be a doctor, he can become a doctor.
The DPRK is set up so that all citizens have to do some mandatory farming. Kim said that he has to do 10 days of planting and 10 days of harvest ever year. He goes to the same farm where more than 10 people meet to work, and it is always the same people that he works with on the farm.
I asked Kim if he enjoys it the farming.. He said he prefers the harvest as it is not as hard on the back, but that he enjoys both seasons as it is such a social event where he gets to spend time with those same 10 people twice a year. Every person in the North Korea does the farm work. The system in pretty great for Kim, as it is a break from normal life.
When we were travelling Pyongyang North Korea, I had seen a sign earlier on the drive and asked Kim to translate the words. It was the image of a farmer and said in Korean, “Let Us Help Farming!”
They all seem to be behind the idea.
When we arrived back in Pyongyang and headed to the Yanggakdo International Hotel, it was around 21:00. I had been pressuring Kim to take me out to a bar where the workers go in Pyongyang a couple of days earlier, but that night was the anniversary of the war so nothing was open.
Again, I was trying to convince Kim to take me out after we had settled back into the hotel. Kim was tired and told me that it would be best to go to bed. However, it was my last night of travelling Pyongyang North Korea.
I wanted to see the city at night and I really wanted a break from this organized tourism and I wanted a small piece of my own version of the city.
Kim did not want to go out, but I cranked up the pressure very hard and guilt-tripped him about my torture on the tour with the Chinese for the past two days, and now he was going to make me room with one of them for the night. I felt bad about the guilt-trip, but I had to be selfish because it was my only chance to see the city. I knew he wanted nothing more than for me to go to bed, but after a 90 second intensive and convincing rant, he caved in and agreed to take me out.
The problem was that we would have to hire a driver to take us around and we would need to take another guide with us because there has to always be two guides with the foreigners (I had Kim and the Chinese had theirs, but we were always together).
Kim made a few phone calls and then spoke to another guide. The other guide told Kim that there was a Mexican in the hostel who would probably want to go out as well. That sounded fine to me, so the other guide went to find a man my age named Juan-Carlos (So Mexican!) and the four of us got into the car with a driver and we went to a bar.
The place was completely empty except for the four of us and the driver when we entered. Juan-Carlos and I ordered a round of beer, a bottle of soju (Korean liquor – My brain quickly reminded my mouth that soju makes me slur…), and a juice for the driver. That was at about 22:00. I would later find out that when Kim was on the phone earlier at the hotel, he was calling bars and had to convince a manager to open one up for us and the manager had to get girls to come in to serve us as bars in Pyongyang close at 20:00.
I knew the nightlife would be quiet here in North Korea, but I had no idea it would not even exist after 8pm…
We got back to the Yanggakdo International Hotel to go to bed as I had originally been expected to do a couple of hours before.
When I knocked on the door of my room and the older Chinese man who I was sharing my room with allowed me in, as a father would who was waiting for his son to get home at curfew.