And… safely back in Beijing. I’m not sure how to precisely relate the experiences of the last few days in North Korea, except to say that I doubt I’ll ever spend time again so removed from reality as I understand it, at least until Easyjet start offering cheap flights to Mars. The place is extraordinary; brilliantly colourful, often moving, and utterly, utterly bonkers. Highlights included a night spectating at the country’s largest ever Mass Games, a deeply solemn procession through giant marble corridors to the mausoleum of Kim Il Sung, and the weirdest three minutes of karaoke you’re ever likely to stumble across. On any continent. It’s just nuts. Oh, and dog meat soup.
Photographs and full story will follow my return to Blighty, assuming I can figure out a way to do the experience justice.