North Korea has thousands of rumors about this country, and perhaps none of them are true until it comes to perhaps the most magical country in the world.

It is said that in North Korea a few years ago, every move of tourists was monitored and only allowed to move in specific areas to shoot specific scenes. Now I have relaxed a little, but I still need to always be within the sight of the tour guide. I cannot go to points outside the itinerary, try to communicate with locals, and it is even more taboo to leave the group without authorization.

You can't take photos as you like, especially in border areas such as Panmunjom in Xinyizhou. All electronic products need to be registered. If you are found to be suspected of taking portraits, you will forcefully ask you to hand over your phone and open the album to view all photos and videos. The so-called inappropriate content will be deleted directly.

I will also skillfully open the WeChat dialog box and check whether there are any movies or bad information on the collection bar. I can even be familiar with the full screen operation gestures, and I don’t know where I learned it from...

Without planes, North Korea was crossing the Yalu River from Dandong. After that, the mobile phone was completely disconnected from the outside world. Other countries at least had local communication roaming signs, and the places where there should be signals and network icons on the screen are nothing.

The legendary green car will take more than five hours to drive to Pyongyang, but the distance is not too far, but the speed is really fast. At the end of March, when the green and yellow are not connected, there are farmlands and gullies outside the window for several hours. Except for some gray-painted yellow-green tube buildings, they are tiled houses, barren and lack beauty. The scenery does not change much when taking a nap. The sky is not blue, and the most intuitive feeling is an indescribable depression.

Outside the car window, people dig sand in the river and carry it on their backs. The train was sitting on the roof of the train with a few taels, while the front of the car was made in China, which retired decades ago, and was dilapidated. The roadside cordons were paved with cobblestones, so people could easily walk to the rails.

Some people wash clothes in the ditch. The road surface is covered with dust instead of cement asphalt. Children play with iron rings on it. There are no cars running anyway. Almost everyone is riding bicycles like 28 bars, and the motorcycles I occasionally see can be said to be at the level of a rich man.

As soon as I arrived at the Pyongyang Railway Station, I got off the train and saw a tour guide coming from afar. An experienced guide and a fledgling guide were responsible for all matters of all sizes and big things during my stay in North Korea. Except for eating and sleeping, I was almost inseparable from other times.

It can be said that this is the most complicated exchange rate among so many countries that SC Johnson has been to. In the international foreign exchange market, the RMB is around 1:140 against the North Korean dollar, but the recognized exchange rate in North Korea is around 1:14, so for every foreigner, you are buying North Korean goods and services at ten times the price.

Chinese tourists can only shop in designated stores and can only use RMB, so you understand that you cannot buy particularly cheap and affordable specialties, at most, at affordable prices.

The population statistics are about 25 million, but the tour guide will tell you that there are more than 70 million people in the country, because the North Korean people have never recognized South Korea as an independent country, and North Korea is only temporarily divided. When counting the population and land area, it is naturally calculated based on the entire Korean Peninsula.

Some people even swear that there is 80 million people, and it turns out that this person counts the Korean compatriots overseas, including China.

OK, in this regard, North Korea, like South Korea, is a master of defending the country, a spiritual giant. As the saying goes, it is not a family, and it doesn’t enter the family.

Only one percent of the Korean people believe in Buddhism, and ninety-nine percent believe in the subjective thought. Simply put, people are the masters of their own destiny and the power to open up their own destiny.

Instead of using the AD, we use the subject, with 1912, the first year of the main body, this year is the 105th year of the main body. Putting aside the debate on idealism and materialism, objectively speaking, this idea is quite inspiring, and it talks about the same truth as the inspirational spiritual chicken soup articles that young people like to read nowadays.

So when you see the North Korean people anywhere, you will find that they are energetic, radiant, and have a very big aura. Compared with the North Korean men's and women's football team's performance in fighting the imperialist powers in the World Cup, sometimes they have to feel ashamed.

In addition to the scattered red and special attractions in Pyongyang, one day, it takes three hours to go to Kaesong, the ancient capital of Goryeo and Panmunjom on the border between South Korea and North Korea. The road of North Korea has to be pushed out with all its internal organs, and the head is pounding against the window glass.

There were four guard posts along the way. I saw the tour guide getting off the bus and handing a piece of pink paper to the guards. It was speculated that it was something like a pass, and it was probably not allowed to move around the city here at will. However, most things in the country rely on distribution, and the people have no savings. The monthly salary of the tour guide is RMB 400. Even if he wanted to travel, he had no spare money. It was even more fantasy to go abroad.

I prefer to see the street scenes of North Korea, what the locals do, and what kind of life they live. The photos taken through the car windows exude the feeling of the cover of the ancient thread-covered villain. The scrupulous leader worship, the same huge buildings, the metaphorical sculptures, street slogans and propaganda materials, the collective inexplicable power, and the conservative clothes and cold faces of people.

At night, Pyongyang is brightly lit, with wide and clean streets, high-rise buildings, and good urban planning are no less than any quasi-first-tier city in China. You can see cafes, clothing stores and buildings that look like cinemas on the street. I can never imagine that it will be in North Korea, and it is even more difficult to associate with the rural areas along the train.

I heard that people who can live in Pyongyang have status and status. They are like Truman's world, and I don't know whether the people who pass by us are ordinary citizens or part of the city image they have been created.

At the performance of the Liujing Pavilion, the most advanced hotel in Pyongyang, I met the wedding banquet of locals. All the guests were dressed neatly and had excellent temperament. They were obviously the best. They were like fish, meat, and danced. Except for the Kim badge, they were completely different from the sallow people on the street, and they looked like a rich middle-class intellectual.

Speaking of food, food and accommodation are really bad. Foreign tourists enjoy super-national treatment. Although they are incomparable to the dazzling array of delicious food in China, they still feel the best they can be taken out to entertain international friends.

A bottle of drink was strangely marked at 3,000 yen yuan - it was obvious that this was not a normal price, and I don’t know who it was sold to. I passed by a large state-owned store and snack stall at night. None of them received their own people and were prohibited from taking photos. However, later I bought local ice cream as I wished in the hotel store. The sweet condensed milk flavor was not of quality, so I just wanted to taste it.

The so-called most advanced Yangjiao Island Hotel is now at the best hospitality level in China. You can imagine how grand and luxurious it was when it was built in the early 1990s.

I believe that this country is developing in real life, but at the same time it is also toughly concealing the bad side. After taking a walk around the streets of Pyongyang, tourists cannot see any dilapidated and chaotic scenes, and their eyes are full of prosperity and prosperity. To be fair, it can indeed be called a modern city.

The same glamorous photos are hung in the corridor bulletin board of each hotel: department stores, ranches and modern assembly lines, Maxiling ski resort, park roller skating teenagers, summer camps and other citizens' lives...

There is no sense of incongruity in any developed country!
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