[Travelogue in North Korea] Author: Unknown

On December 9, 2006, my four-day trip to North Korea came to an end.
The moment the train crossed the Yalu River Bridge, just as described in online travelogues, the 70-odd people in the carriage erupted in heartfelt
cheers. Yet, I still felt a pang of longing for this land!
At 9:30 AM on December 6th, I set foot on foreign soil for the first time. This country is called
the Democratic People's Republic of Korea (DPRK). Our group consisted of 74 people, including two Chinese tour
leaders, all of whom were doing four-day tours of North Korea. Incidentally, only three travel agencies in the entire country have the final
authority to process outbound travel to North Korea: Dandong Overseas Travel Agency, Dandong Railway Travel Agency, and
Dandong International Travel Service. Usually, going directly to these three agencies can get you some discounts. All arrangements must be
made seven days in advance.
Around 9 a.m., the two-carriage tourist train crossed the Yalu River and arrived in Sinuiju, North Korea. The entire
journey was about 4 or 5 kilometers and took less than 5 minutes. The passengers then underwent border and customs inspections on the Chinese side of the train. The
inspection team consisted of four people. The first person checked documents; a border pass was generally sufficient. Only those they deemed unsuitable were
checked for ID cards (most people hadn't used their ID cards since leaving China). The second and third people, a man and a woman,
conducted a routine body search—not a pat-down, but with a metal detector similar to a mine detector . The detector only
checks your coat and four pockets, that's it. But I'm extremely allergic to those things; even the foil in cigarettes
makes a noise. It was a quick and easy process. The last step was a bag check, which was just a routine procedure.
I forgot the pair of shoes the travel agency had asked me to give to the North Korean tour guide under my seat, and he didn't notice.
After the check, I got off and transferred to a North Korean train. Just as I put my bag down, we were told to get off and collect our food. At this
time, it was still before 10:00 AM Beijing time (Pyongyang time is one hour ahead of Beijing time, so it was 11:00 AM). The food
was cold, but the dishes were quite good: two small fried fish, each about an inch long, a small pile of silverfish, two pieces of fried potato,
a small pile of pickled vegetables, three small slices of smoked sausage, and a braised egg cut in half. After finishing the meal,
around 11:40 AM local time, the train, originally scheduled to depart at 11:00 AM, finally started moving. We were finally on our way to Pyongyang. Well,
it wasn't so much a rush as a crawl; the 230-kilometer journey took us until 5:30 PM local time to reach Pyongyang – a truly
snail's pace!
After exiting the station, we transferred to a bus, but I don't remember the brand. All the signs had been removed, but
the buses were either Japanese or South Korean, which was nice; they were older-style tourist buses, a bit lower-end than the express buses in Zhejiang.
All the interior lights were on, which we initially found strange. Later, we discussed it and concluded that the North Koreans were intentionally
preventing us from seeing outside. The North Korean tour guide introduced himself and a staff member on board,
saying he was from the Tourism Bureau's Finance Department. However, based on later events, everyone assumed he was from the National Security Bureau.
The person was already on the bus when the introduction was made, and because we weren't familiar with each other, we searched around for him
. He only appeared when he couldn't stand it anymore and raised his hand; otherwise, we couldn't find him.
We stayed at the Yanggakdo Hotel, located on a small peninsula in the Taedong River that juts out like a ram's horn, hence
its name. It's about a 7-8 minute drive from Pyongyang Railway Station. The hotel has 43 floors, with about 30 rooms on each floor
. That day, there were only our group of about 70 people and a small group of gamblers staying there (the ground floor is a casino). The hotel
is said to be run by people from Macau and is probably only a three-star hotel. The hotel was so-so, what would be considered a luxury hotel in North Korea
? I really don't know how they manage to stay afloat with such a low occupancy rate…
Our first impression of Pyongyang was the lack of electricity. Except for the Juche Tower (we later
learned its name), which was brightly lit not far from us, the rest of the city was pitch black, with only faint lights coming from inside buildings
. There were almost no streetlights, and very few cars.
We ate dinner at the hotel; a table of 10 people served 4 sets of dishes, each served in small plates: 3 plates of various pickled
vegetables and kimchi, and one plate that looked like sausages. The food (which tasted like flour sausage) included a plate of tofu, a plate of five
small fish, each about an inch long, and a bowl of tofu soup for each person. The food was edible, and rice could be refilled. Because I was hungry, I opened
a packet of the snack sausages I had brought, added some chili sauce, and ate several bowls of rice, which filled my stomach.
I hadn't slept much the night before and was exhausted, so I went to bed early. That's how my first day in North Korea ended.
The next day, the tour group toured Pyongyang. The city was very clean, with very few cars passing by. The entire city
was covered with slogans and posters. Similar to those, but not as ubiquitous as they are in the streets and alleys. They are basically
found in major buildings and workplaces, and there are often propaganda monuments on the streets, like those in our country in the past, with
large propaganda posters. The content usually looks like something like "Jin Daddy was here." The day before, along
the railway line, almost every village had a row of slogan monuments built against the mountainside. At key transportation points, there were such propaganda
monuments, usually more than 3 meters high, with varying widths, and the style of the pictures was very similar to the posters from our Cultural Revolution period...
…The pedestrians on the street were mostly wearing military uniforms or other uniforms, many of which appeared to be made in China. Some wore
newer styles, but most were styles rarely seen in Chinese cities anymore. The colors were predominantly
dark tones like black, gray, and dark blue. During our four days there, we hardly saw anyone wearing bright colors like red, apple green, or bright yellow
. Even scarves and headscarves weren't very vibrant. North Korean girls all looked pretty, but their simple
clothing made them lack a striking appearance. It's said that each person in North Korea only eats about two ounces of grain a day, so many people
looked pale and sickly.
After a long day, we dragged our tired bodies back to the hotel. We had been too rushed yesterday to observe the hotel carefully. I
was really looking forward to a tour when a North Korean waitress approached. She spoke fluent Chinese and said, "Comrade,
how can I help you?" I said, "I'd like to look around the hotel!" I then took a closer look at her; she was a classic North Korean
beauty—fair skin, large eyes, and two small dimples. She was about 1.6 meters tall, petite and
delicate. She said, "I'm sorry, I'm on duty right now. I'd be happy to show you around the hotel after I finish my shift."
This surprised me. Generally, North Koreans aren't allowed to interact with foreigners, and even though this was a hotel catering to foreigners,
contact was still limited. I said, "Okay, I'm staying in room 2526 on the 25th floor. Come find me after you finish your shift."
"I was secretly thrilled, thinking I might have a romantic encounter in North Korea.
Sure enough, she arrived at 8 o'clock. I said I was a little tired today, so let's go tomorrow, and chat first! We
talked a lot. It turned out she had five children: two older brothers, a younger sister
, and a younger brother. Her parents had starved to death during the famine. Her two older brothers worked in a factory, earning about 3,000 North Korean won a month
, roughly equivalent to 30 RMB. Her younger sibling was in middle school. She was
hired to work at this restaurant catering to foreigners because she was fluent in Chinese and had striking looks. Because her family was poor and couldn't afford a dowry (actually, a bicycle would have been enough; a bicycle
is equivalent to a Volkswagen Santana in China), her two older brothers weren't married yet. I asked her, 'How
much does a bicycle cost in North Korea?' She said, 'With a voucher, it's about 30,000 North Korean won, and on the black market, it's at least 100,000
North Korean won. '" We chatted more and more, and it was around midnight. I asked her to stay and go back the next morning,
but she insisted on going back. I said it was so late, and there was a curfew here after 10 pm. I was worried about her going home alone
. After some coaxing, she agreed. She took a shower first, and then she did too. Afterward, she said we should each have
our own bed, and we couldn't cross that line, or I wouldn't let her off the hook. I said okay, I promised not to cross that line. So we
each slept in our own beds. My eyes were glued to the TV, but my heart was pounding. This was
the first woman I'd been with besides my wife.
She lay motionless on the bed, and I wondered if I should crawl over to her side now.
If I didn't, all my planning for the night would be for nothing. Just as I was still hesitating, she turned over, and I suddenly
had an idea. I said, "Can't you sleep?" She didn't answer. I wasn't going to let this opportunity slip
away. I said, "Let me hold you while we sleep. I promise I won't touch you." Seeing that she remained silent, I slipped into her
blankets, picked up her body (still dressed after her shower), and after a while, I used my hand to pull one of her legs
under my crotch, while my leg pressed against hers. She just wiggled her hips without saying anything, but I
knew she could clearly feel my already erect penis.
Soon after, I began stroking her back with one hand, and while she was enjoying it, I kissed her
ear. As soon as I touched her ear, I heard her breathing become heavier. I took the opportunity to place my hand on her
breast and knead it forcefully. She tried to block me with her hand, but I pulled it back a few times and then stopped. Seeing that her
hand wasn't moving, I gently unbuttoned her clothes while using my mouth to pry open her lips and tongue. Then
, my hand slipped under her bra and grabbed her breast. Her breasts weren't large, but they weren't small either ; the nipples were very small, only the size of soybeans, perhaps because they weren't fully developed yet. She stopped 　　resisting
as I continued to knead them. 　　My mouth and hands were working simultaneously. Seeing that she no longer resisted, I unhooked her bra, and the tight 　　band that had been pressing against her breasts immediately loosened. Her breasts, which had been suppressed for so long, suddenly sprang out, and her purplish-red nipples, swollen from 　　being kneaded and pressed for so long, had become enlarged. My mouth immediately took the purplish-red nipple into my mouth, 　　sucking hard like a child nursing, gently biting with my teeth, moving it from side to side and rubbing it, making the nipple even more engorged and red. My tongue played 　　with the purplish-red grapes, and saliva flowed from her nipples, sliding down her high breasts to her lower abdomen. After licking like this 　　for a while, my open mouth gradually slid down to her white, firm breasts, licking them all over. One hand caressed 　　her labia through her panties. 　　After a while, when the time was right, I pulled down her panties 　　, stimulating her clitoris with one hand while grabbing her hand with the other and forcing it onto my penis. At this moment, 　　a lot of fluid from her clitoris flowed out and down her buttocks onto the sheets. I inserted another finger into her vagina, my hand 　　thrusting in and out against the vaginal walls. The fluid flowed even more freely, covering my hand. Her hand, which was stroking my penis, 　　increased its speed. I knew she desperately wanted my penis inside. I deliberately twisted my body to prevent 　　her from holding my penis, and she began waving her hands around it. 　　I rubbed my hard penis against her entrance for two minutes. Her vaginal opening was 　　wide from the insertion of my finger and the rubbing of my penis, and her buttocks kept thrusting upwards. At this point, I couldn't resist any longer. I 　　gripped my penis with one hand and thrust hard against her vaginal opening. She gasped, her body trembling. I felt her vagina 　　tightly gripping my penis. After less than ten thrusts, I felt like I was going to ejaculate (my wife was pregnant and I 　　was often pent up; even prostitutes needed condoms and weren't as satisfying). I immediately stopped, forcefully suppressing the urge to ejaculate 　　. 　　After a while, I started thrusting. Her vagina was small, and I always felt it gripped me tightly, so I didn't dare to go too hard 　　. I counted and played nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. 　　Stimulated by my penis, her movements increased. We changed positions, woman on top, and 　　rear-entry. When she responded faster and faster, I knew her orgasm was approaching, so I increased the force 　　of my thrusts. Until her toes were pointed, her legs were tense, her back was arched and stiff, her nipples 　　were red and large, and with her rapid breathing, her breasts heaved and trembled; her eyes were half-closed, 　　her gaze hazy, her nostrils flaring, and she looked completely absorbed in the experience. I couldn't help but ejaculate a stream of hot semen 　　into her vagina. 　　Around 4 a.m., I woke up and did it again. This time, I didn't last long because she said it still hurt down there 　　, so I thrust in and out quickly before ejaculating, but this time I ejaculated outside. After we finished, she looked up and said 　　we were too impulsive. I asked her why she said that. She asked me, "Do you know my name?" I paused 　　for a moment, then asked her in return, "Do you know my name?" She shook her head and smiled. I said, "Here's 5,000 　　RMB, which is about 500,000 North Korean won. I think that should be enough for your two brothers' weddings." She was astonished 　　, her mouth agape, and said, "So much! I can't accept that much!" I said, "Consider it 　　a contribution to the friendship between China and North Korea." 　　Later, I learned from the tour guide that there are no sex services in North Korean hotels catering to foreigners, although some waitresses 　　do earn extra money, since they are so poor. I hope the one I encountered wasn't one of them!

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