The Arc of Triump
No turning back now.
Stepping out of the gate at the small Pyongyang International Airport, there was no indication of what to do next. For a moment this felt like a gross oversight.
Luckily it only took a few seconds to spot what must have been the Koryo Tours group (read: white people). Within a half-hour I was onboard a bus with the first eight of my ‘tourmates,’ my two North Korean tour guides, Mr. Hang and Ms. Jeon, the first talkative and jovial, the second patient and informative. We also had a Western tour guide, a German woman. I was too glued to the window to consider being grateful that most of them were young people like me.
It was the weirdest bus ride I ever took.