I’m very aware of the fact that I haven’t written anything for the site for more than two weeks now. To those who have been on tenterhooks waiting for word of what I’ve been up to, I’m sorry. I think I was so occupied in Hong Kong and Singapore that I just didn’t get the time to sit down and finish off the description of my time in Korea. Also, I suspect that I didn’t really want to write about my time there because I didn’t want to dredge up the memories of a time which was at times quite boring (with relatively little to captivate a tourist in any one place) and at others unpleasant (dealing with difficult people).

One drawback, or possibly a benefit, of having delayed so long in writing this entry is that things aren’t so fresh in my mind, so I apologize …

So, I’m in Korea now, and so am back on the great Eurasian continent. Not, of course, that I can do anything about it, since there is currently no way to get from here through North Korea to the ‘rest of the world’. In this entry you’ll read about my tour to the DMZ which surrounds the military demarcation line which continues to separate the Korean people.

A railway and a main road do run from Korea into North Korea (which is neither Democratic, of the People, nor strictly a Republic since it certainly doesn’t exist for the res publica, so I refuse to refer to it as the DPRK): however, the North Korean autocracy refused to allow traffic in, and so both road and railway stand blocked at the parallel of 38ºN. It would seem therefore that those Koreans who want to …