After our sumptuous feast with Kim and his sister we return to our hotel. Bob leashes us up and takes us for a walk. There are no people on the streets. There is no pee mail in this town of Pyongyang. Could it be all the dogs, a symbol of bourgeoisie decadence, have been confiscated and turned into “hot dog pot” in an effort to avoid mass starvation? We are tailed on our walk by a rather fat Korean man who perhaps has been helping himself to many dog dishes. For the heck of it we run here and there and lose the fat fellow. Hopefully he is not executed tomorrow.
Kim has provided us with a “guide” who will drive us for our two-week tour of North Korea. Joe Biden had said this would happen. The guide is there to protect us against making any errors like mentioning any criticism of Kim’s leadership or showing any disrespect to the monuments erected in his honour. Dylan the Westie was about to pee in front of a monument erected to honour Kim but the guide pulled him away just in time as if he had peed where he wanted to he may have just been executed.
We had a wonderful tour of North Korea including a tour of the DMZ where we were cheered by North Korean troops. I loved Tejhu Island and for green tea Boseong is incredible.
Bob has travelled years ago in the Iron Curtain countries under communist rule. He said he was free to travel in Romania, Bulgaria, Czechoslovakia, Poland, Yugoslavia and Hungary without being harassed by the security apparatus. Bob said he mingled freely with the citizens of these countries and a few had the courage to whisper, “We are capitalists.”
Although here in North Korea Bob notices the citizens would like to meet us but with our guide they have a reticence that is unnatural. They look emaciated and haggard yet every night we eat at a “Comrades Buffet” which are a series of restaurants for communist party members and there is no dog on the menu but lots of pork and chicken with German beer and wine.
We feel like we are in a cocoon detached from reality. After two weeks of an incredible tour we are back in Pyongyang for our last night with Kim and a dinner of epic proportions. Kim and Bob retire to a viewing room to see the Grey Cup 2021 that we attended and of course Kim who loves a show sees Dylan the Westie and I romping around the field and says in 2022 he wants to attend a Grey Cup game. A closet Canadian Football League fan! Bob says he will try and arrange it.
Kim attaches an envelope to my collar addressed to Joe Biden before we go. We hug and are given many gifts by Kim. He says he hopes to see us at the next Grey Cup game and Bob says if you come stay with us in Toronto. Kim bobs his head up and down and says good-bye and adds you are like our people and are not filthy capitalist roaders. If we seek to ease world tensions let us do it with your Prime Minister Trudeau as a peace broker with the American capitalists.
This is getting a bit complicated for me. The media portrays Kim as a wild maniac butcher. Is he a nice man as I think he is? Perhaps the fate of the Koreas rests with an invitation to the 2022 Grey Cup Game?
We have our breakfast and head out to the airport to our private jet for the trip home. Kim has loaded several kilos of the best North Korean green tea, kimchi, North Korean beer and special on-board dinners of beef ribs. Thank goodness there is no hot dog pot!