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Searching online, I had finally found an airline that did flights to North Korea. The excitement was inevitable, I was finally going to go to, possibly, the best country known to man. I immediately booked it for August 21st, a randomised date that wasn't too far away or too close. I had began to search online for outfits to wear on my holiday, landing on a pastel yellow sundress, a long orange gown, a white polo shirt and a long black skirt. If I was being honest, I wasn’t quite sure what one would be allowed to wear in North Korea of all places, so I just got what looked modest in case showing too much skin was prohibited or anything.
On arrival, I quite literally screamed. They cared enough to check my passport! I ran out of the aircraft, excited, but still following my guide. The tour was amazing... the infrastructure... the food... and mmmm... the driinnnnkksss... I wanted to stay in North Korea forever... unfortunately, my holiday was cut short when they found the missiles embedded inside of my chest. I got sent back to Japan and ended up staying with bbg Fukase for the remainder of the two weeks.