Today, I had the chance to do something out of this world: I visted Korea's Demilitarized Zone -- a buffer zone between North and South Korea separating Communist and Democratic ideologies. It's ironic to me that it's called a Demilitarized Zone when it fact, it's lined with armed forces looking in/across/through. You'd think the world on either side of the DMZ would actually be called demilitarized, but who am I to pen political decree?
We then trekked to the DMZ Exhibition Hall and the famous Third Tunnel. Unfortunately, photos were strictly forbidden, but the 358m hike into the earth at an 11 degree angle was something else. I was pleased to have had a construction hard hat as I can't tell you how many times I was whomped up side of the head; for the most part, I had to walk bent over. Interestingly, there's an alleged debate on who actually drilled the incursion tunnels -- each side claiming the other (though the South with irrefutable evidence, in my mind) -- but the South Koreans are smartly capitizing regardless! Let's just say I wasn't the only tourist there today.
More photos rules were in effect here -- one could only take shots from Photo Line! Afterwards -- not before, of course -- we found out that the reason is to disable photos of the South Korean military equipment down the face of the hill. Take all the photos of the other side that you want, our tour guide, Mia said. Just from BEHIND THE YELLOW LINE!
The final stop in the Military Area was Dorasan Station. Interestingly, it was refurbished in the hope that it will someday be the first stop to the north vs. the last of the south. Claim to fames here are a George Bush-signed railroad tie and a placard of donors who raised $1M USD to fun the tracks to North Korea. Needless to say, I only found the armed military police in front of an operatal sign, but empty station photo-worthy.
All in all, an amazing day. One that I'll remember as one of those days when I can't believe the world is how it is sometimes. While somber, I also thought it silly at times (i.e. flag games), and scary at others. I heard the world "propoganda" more times in 6 hours than I will for the rest of my life, I'm convinced.
So, now off to Tokyo for a few days before a return to the States. Farewell from Seoul, Avid Reader!
p.s. is it bad that I've had the theme song from this stuck in my head all day?
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