Getting in to North Korea

This is the first in a multi-part blog on North Korea…

Many readers have asked about my time in North Korea. Why did I go? How did I get in? What was I thinking?

A Postcard from the Taklamakan (2)

 

 

taklamakantoo.jpgDesert travel blurs all time sense. I don’t know if it’s the hypnotic motion of the camel or the endless monotony of the scenery. The mind works on two levels simultaneously. The automatic level is watching the route, choosing a path, adjusting for balance. The other level is flowing along rivers of memory, through labyrinths of thought, reliving past events and acting out future possibilities.

A Postcard from the Taklamakan Desert

 

 

taklamakan.jpgEndless dunes shimmered beneath a heat haze. We wound around them at a plodding camel’s pace, roped together in a caravan that evoked images of Silk Road trading expeditions. Sand blew up and swirled into my eyes; it crunched between my teeth and coated my lips. I pulled my broad hat down low and tied a bandanna across my mouth and nose. Beneath a long sleeved white shirt my arms were already beginning to blister.