At the end of March I went on a weekend trip to Dandong, a few hours drive North from the city I live in. I went with a group of about 30 other teachers from the Maple Leaf high school and elementary school. We had a big tour bus with two guides to lead us around the whole weekend. It was a quick weekend trip, and so I was grateful to have people who organized everything for me and simply told me when to get on and off the bus. Transport in China can be a big pain when you can only speak a few phrases to the taxi driver, and they often overcharge anyone heading to a tourist destination. The bus was not authentic China, but it certainly was easy!
The reason we were travelling to Dandong was because it is one of the borders to North Korea. The spot became famous during the Korean War (which is the title we know it as, but in China it is called the War of American Aggression). It was a great chance to view history from another standpoint. I believe it was a weekend to benefit me as a social studies teacher, and as a world citizen. The Chinese and Korean perspective was at times hilarious, but definitely worth hearing. I am also grateful that we had a Chinese guide telling us all about the events. He was very honest about what propaganda he was taught as a child, and about some of the stories the government still profess to be true. No one will ever know the full history and truth of a war, but I now have some of the information from the other side.
The Yalu River at night
When we arrived in the evening we went to the bombed out bridge on the Yalu River. The Yalu crosses between China and North Korea. The bridge was bombed by the Americans during the war and the remains were left standing. As you can see in the picture, the lights end half-way across the river, where the bridge deck ends. Now there is a completed bridge beside the ruins, which brings loads of food to North Korea, and brings back an occasional load of coal. The North Korean side of the river was dark, except for the governor's house. People cannot afford to pay for electricity. My first glimpse into North Korea was definitely an erie one.
The fake ferris wheel
Chinese soldiers and a veteran
The following morning we began our day back by the bridge. We were able to see a group of young soldiers being taught by a Korean War veteran. He even sang one of the old war songs. It was a great sight to see, and I only wish I could have understood his story. Our guide says he was telling a story about a battle he participated in.
We walked to the end of the bridge, and could see a bit of the North Korean side by daylight. There was a fake fair ground that was built after the war, which does not actually work or run. A few men were fishing. All in all it looked fairly normally...but strangely quiet and dead. The riverside of a busy town should be packed with people and business, but in North Korea it was simply quiet. The few men who were out were all dressed alike, in the typical China winter coat.
An early tank
After the bridge we headed to the Museum of American Aggression. It was a giant museum and very well organized. The write ups were all extremely strongly worded - speaking out against the "tricks of the United Nations" and the "greed of the controlling Americans." Personally, I ate it up. I spent the whole two hours weaving my way through the giant display. It was uniquely Chinese mix of truth and propaganda. We were simply told to make sure we did not laugh aloud at the more overt examples of untruth! However much was lies, the fact is the war brought a great amount of suffering to the Chinese people. The government was sending out troops that were were already half starved, armed with weapons with no ammunition.
Leah and Chris dressed up in their war garb (only 10 kuai at the museum)
Continuing on with our busy day, we made a brief lunch stop and then headed out on a boat tour. We bundled up warmly and covered up our American looking faces beneath our coats, and were grouped onto boats. As strange as this may sound, we were grouped by who looked the most Asian. This did not make us feel particularly safe, as they were pretty adamant that the boat load of white people would be the least welcome. I was placed on the whitest of boats, and roared off towards North Korea. Although it was unnerving it was certainly interesting. We bribed the guards with a pack of thrown cigarettes (worth a few months pay) and peered into their lives. We could mostly only see guards holding giant loaded guns. We were told to be discreet about taking photos, as there have been horror stories of guards having their families "cleared" by the government for taking bribes.
It is hard to believe that an entire country can be run this way. You can take a tour into North Korea, but would be entirely government sponsored - so they would show you what they want you to see. That generally means busy halls full of actors pretending to be happy North Koreans. I think my tour across the river was enough. With North Korea in the news so much lately, it was good for me to learn a bit more. All I can say is....what a crazy world we live in.
North Koreans standing guard
A snippet of the Great Wall
After the boat we headed to the Great Wall for a nice little hike. This section of the wall was not near as impressive as the Wall in Beijing, was it was still an incredible sight. It was nice to just get some fresh air and exercise after the heavy sights of the morning. After a few hours of hiking we headed home for the evening.
Conquering the mountain in our sweet Chinese sweatpants
The next morning we went to Phoenix Mountain to "conquer" the mountain. Our guide's limited English was a great motivation for our climb. It was essentially a hike up steps carved into rock. There was supposed to be a chance to turn around for the "easy" version, but the announcement was missed and we were all sent to the top. I was a "bit" grumpy, but the sun and exertion gradually lulled me into a better mood. The hike was quite lovely, even if I had to squeeze myself through a little cave! After reaching the top we took a rickety chairlift to the bottom and headed for a much needed late lunch.
After a few hours drive we arrived back home to Dalian. It was an interesting weekend, and I am glad I went. I would not have been able to see as much as I did without a guide, and gain as much background information. I feel I am a (slightly) better resident of China after this trip into the history of the country.
North Korea on the left, China on the right
Meg and I sharing one last hug before heading into North Korean waters
Our sketchy chairlift to the bottom
Covering up my whiteness









