Alright, here we go. I’m going to be posting journal entries from my trip and here is the first one. Please note that they will be a few days behind since I’m already on day five and am just getting started (see the previous post as to why this is the case).
August 26th
Had to leave my laptop, etc. at the hotel back in Beijing to go to the DPRK (that’s what I have to call it here in North Korea, err, DPRK lest the glorious leader et. al. hunt me down like the Jewdog I am).
Got up early to arrive at the airport at 9am. Felt nervous – very nervous. I hate not being able to talk with back home. Being cut off/off the grid is one of my biggest fears.
I met my group at the airport. One of our group leaders, Nancy, turned out to be from Smithtown (for the uninitiated, I grew up out on Long Island [exit 39] and Smithtown is out in Suffolk County – when you’re in Pyongyang, a few miles down the LIE isn’t so far away), though she has lived in Beijing for 8 years. Kinda cool.
I met others from my group. I need to rein myself in. I’m too forward, too quickly. But, I think I made two friends: Kurt and Igor. I don’t know much about them, but I seem to like them.
We flew to Pyongyang on a shitty Russian jet with the North Korean Olympic team. They were warmly greeted on the ground. I saw a gold and bronze medal. Pretty cool. Not too many people can say they flew on a plane with the North Korean Olympic team.
Right from the airport we met our guides and went to a Mass Games at the Mayday Stadium. They say it can hold 150,000 people. Kurt and I settled on 75,000 people. We asked our guide about it while we were there and he blankly said 150,000. Bullshit.
I should have been impressed – thousands of kids in sync, performing with the cards. I was underwhelmed. Others on the tour were impressed. Maybe I’m just jaded.
Afterward we took the bus back to the hotel. Dinner was gross, but there was good conversation.
I’m more settled. Not as nervous despite the restrictions, of which there are many. But, I like being busy and being with people. Four more nights, three more days.
I think I’ll live.
Maybe.

David :: Aug.30.2008 ::
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