*Note this is a revised post from an old blog, the trip was taken in Oct. 2016
There’s something unnerving about signing a piece of paper that, for the most part, says you’re willing to enter a hostile area and there’s the possibility of injury or death. Yet I was happy to do so. It’s not often I have the chance to visit the Korean Demilitarized Zone.
After booking a last minute trip to Korea, it took me thirty seconds maximum to decide on taking a tour of the DMZ. Much to my surprise, a tour is fairly popular with multiple agencies offering day trips a few times a week and all the tours are fairly similar, hitting all the same locals --- the JSA, Panmunjeon, Imjingak park, the Dorasan Observatory, the third infiltration tunnel and Dorasan station. Found a company I liked, booked a tour and less than 24 hours after arriving in Korea, I find myself one warm sunny day in mid-October on a bus with 20 others who share my curiosity of seeing the infamous DMZ.
Arriving at the first checkpoint, we’re informed that from here on out we will have a South Korean soldier with us. Our passports are also scrutinized making sure it matches a list the guards have at the checkpoint. Once we’re all clear, we’re brought to Imjingak park and have the first opportunity to see the first few signs of the division between North and South Korea. There’s a building that houses a small restaurant and atop a viewing deck of the park while the Bridge of Freedom, used to bring POW's and soldiers back from the north. In the park are thousands of ribbons with prayers written on them. Prayers for family members, prayers for reunification and more. There's also an area filled with paper, each with a description of a family member in the north. Some have names, the last thing the family member was wearing or the last place they were seen. The hope, we've been told, is that if the two Korea's ever were to reunite family members would be able to use these to help find those on the other side. It's a sobering reminder that while we learn about these things from a distance, occasionally hearing about them on the news, the split between North and South Korea still affects the lives of many people.
Afterwards we are shuttled to the JSA, the well photographed area where officials go for diplomatic meetings with the north. We’re brought in and lined up, while waiting we’re given strict instructions that once we leave the building and are brought to the meeting point, we are not allowed to look to the sides, or turn around and look above/behind us. We are allowed to face forward (that’s where the line between North and South actually is, and where soldiers from both sides are) and take pictures. While things were calm during our trip, we never forgot where we were (hard to with north Korean soldiers staring you down) and that we were witnessing an on-going standoff in an somewhat tense location.
On our way out, we pass through the gift shop. There are no words to describe how surreal it is to buy DMZ trinkets (keychains, bandanas, postcards etc) right next to a place where hostilities and even gun fire have taken place. I suppose it shouldn’t shock me, capitalism is everywhere and if there’s an opportunity to make some money, why not take it? Next we are taken to the third infiltration tunnel and Dorasan Observatory. The tunnel has a fascinating history--created by north Korean soldiers, one of four, with the intended purpose of invading the south. The grounds a sparse but well kept and there’s another gift store (just in case we changed our minds about that DMZ bandanna). We sit on some benches in an outdoor pavillion listening to a briefing while waiting for a rollercoaster like cart to bring us the hundreds of feet below the surface. Once in the tunnel, we can hear the drip drip drip of water falling around us. A cramped narrow space with dimly lit, we maneuver our way through the tunnel until we can no longer proceed. Blocked by a thick metal door, going beyond would mean crossing the border.
The sun is lower in the sky and the view is a bit hazy, we’ve arrived at the Dora Observatory just in time to hear the mid-afternoon North Korean propaganda song play over the loudspeakers on the other side. Our guide informs me that whatever they are saying, its indistinguishable to those in the South. A map hanging above the various binoculars highlights everything that can be seen. The faux propaganda village being the most fascinating. It was set up after the war as an enticement, trying to get South Korean citizens to the North, by tempting them with a life of luxury. At the end of the Korean war the north was more prosperous than the south.
The trip ends at nearby Dorasan station. Meant to connect the two countries together via train. It’s still in use for South Korean trains, but is not regularly used. Other than the 20 of us on this tour and two shop workers, the train station sits empty. Periodically departure times will flash on the electronic sign above the turnstiles but the normal ambient sounds of a train station are absent. Replaced with mostly silence and the occasional propaganda message from the north. As we leave, our guide tells the group that the hope is for trains to run again from the south to the north, but no one knows when that might be.