We flew to Pyongyang from
Shenyang in August. It didn’t take too long to enter the North Korea’s territorial
air space. Taking a glimpse on the land below me from 35,000 feet high, I could
vividly tell how different it is between China and North Korea: High buildings
fill every part of land in China, and the scene of modern city dramatically
change into “nothing” except the tree after the plane crossed the boundry. Few
hours later, the plane is ready for landing.
Leaving the plane, I set foot on one of the most mysterious country. The weather was nice at that day, so I could clearly count how many aircrafts parked in the airport of capital city. They had total of “6” airplanes including small one (Maybe some of them were even fake). This number didn’t make me feel strange but make me feel I was luck because I had just arrived at the country that didn’t like to deal with foreigner. At that moment, the most important thing for me was not making any mistake in the following days in order to go home alive.
Because taking picture is forbidden in the airport, I cannot show what it look
like in the airport. So my trip story began when we getting on the “special
modern bus” for foreigner.

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