Saturday, March 1, 2014

DMZ trip

Well, I've fallen behind!  I should have posted after each trip while it was fresh in my mind, but instead I'll have to post brief synopses of the few trips I've taken.  Some pictures will have to wait till I find the connecting cord for my camera.

On September 12, 2013, I took a trip to the DMZ with some of my friends.  We were given instructions ahead of time about what to wear (i.e. shirts with collars, no shorts), because when we're at Panmunjom the North Koreans take pictures of us and if we're dressed in any way inappropriately they can use it as propaganda.

We boarded a bus around 7 or 8 in the morning and headed north.  A person who'd been to the DMZ multiple times acted as our tour guide.  About when we hit Suwon we were informed that we were now within range of North Korea should they decide to start shelling were encouraged to enjoy the rest of our day.  Nice.

We stopped by a museum along the way commemorating one of the early battles of the Korean war.  It was strange walking around the grounds while we waited for the museum to open and realize that we were walking around the site of a battle.  We had a semi-guided tour of the museum, where a Korean gentleman told us the story since we couldn't understand all the Korean writing.  The overall theme seemed to be thanking the US soldiers who fought there - there was a lot of "we will never forget you."

I forget all the places we went on this tour, but one place I remember most is Tunnel 3.  The North Koreans have dug tunnels under the border into South Korea, and every so often one of these tunnels has been discovered.  This one was open to the public as a tourist attraction.  The part that we could walk started with a steep decline - so steep I felt I had to hang on to the railing to keep from falling forward.after that the tunnel got more unfinished and smaller.  The farther we went in, the rougher the construction and the lower the ceiling.  Thanks to being short I was able to walk upright farther than most guys, some of whom were bent nearly double in places.  It was fortunate we were provided hardhats for the trip because we hit our heads a few times on a low rock or pipe.  At the end of the tunnel was a wall with a door and a little window.  We could look through at was supposedly the wall with a window in it to the North Korean side...though I have a feeling we were stopped far short of North Korea.  It was still kind of creepy.  Then we got to go back UP the incline.  When I got to the top I actually stumbled a bit because my feet couldn't remember how to walk on a level surface.  After the requisite tour of the gift shop, we walked around the grounds and some of us took pictures behind what we thought was a prop.  At least...I hope it was a prop:

Am I Supposed To Be Here?

We went to a couple more places, including the last train station before North Korea and an observatory where we could see into the country through binoculars (though we couldn't see much because of fog or smog), but the main event was going to Panmunjom.  We were briefed very carefully every step of the way and cautioned to follow all instructions exactly.  We signed a release just in case we did something stupid and got shot.  That was fun.  We got to enter one of the buildings they use for meetings that straddles the border, step across the line, and take pictures of each other in "North Korea."  (Since it was within the DMZ it wasn't technically North Korea, just the North Korean side of the zone.)  Afterwards we stood on steps and looked over into North Korea.  There was a guy at a window on the North Korean side looking at us through binoculars and taking pictures, and we were encouraged to return the favor and take plenty of pictures.  It was a little funny and creepy at the same time.

All in all it was a good trip, but I was just as happy when it was time to leave the border behind and go home.  I gotta say, I respect the young soldiers who are stationed up near the border.  Little more than kids, they truly are the first ones in line should the shit ever hit the fan here, and the one I met seemed to take it very matter-of-factly.


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