Ji'an, North Korea and Changbai Mountain tourism

AUGUST 23, 2007: Headed down to the North Korean border on the weekend, to a small town called Ji'an.Photos

The border is the Yalu, or "Green Duck" River. It's about 300-400m wide, and, while we were there at least, high, rising and moving very quickly. But aside from the current there's nothing at all to stop North Koreans from swimming across if they want to.

The view into Kim-Land was of averagely-dressed people of average weight doing average things - pulling in fishing nets, riding bikes, walking along the river. Not surprising - that would be what Kim would like the Chinese to see. However, to know more about that situation, click here to read the account of a North Korea expert on his journey up the Yalu River.

The Dear Reader can't hide the towering bare green mountains, though - click here to see a panorama. On the Chinese side, the forests were in surprisingly good shape. Chinese, or at any rate Jilin farmers just stick to the valleys. It's hard to understand given there's so damn many of them. You hear a lot about the 'cataclysmic environmental destruction' in China, but here it's nothing like East Timor or Indonesia or Malaysian Borneo.

Actually, they're already out-sourcing at least some environmental destruction: a report cited by the UN Environment Programme says that since China banned logging in 1998, it has been responsible for much of the logging of Indonesian forests, so you've got to wonder whether the bare slopes on the North Korean side are actually the reason for the presence of the forests opposite.

Driving around near the border, i couldn't escape how much the pair of us might have seemed like a western spy cell. One a whitey, bargaining stingily in an attempt to appear a budget traveller; but not interested in visiting the tourist sites - only North Korea; incessantly taking pictures, especially of North Korea and border infrastructure; and with just enough Chinese to ask for important information like, "How do you get to North Korea?". The other, clearly a member of some disenfranchised minority - but definitely Chinese - pretending she didn't understand a word, while quietly noting down every detail. The alleged spies' "high-resolution" scans of the infrastructure and location of the North Korean city of Manpo is here.




Ji'an's got ancient pyramids like the one at the top of this page and though it's a good place for scenery absorption, we only had one night there. So without even meeting any Koreans, we went back to Tonghua, the nearest city, via a truly spectacular bus ride, for which the cameras did the mountains no justice at all.

The cameras were much more at home immortalising this hilarious menu in a Tonghua coffee shop. Coffee shops here are falling over each other to appear more western than the next...this means an English-language menu is a must - if no-one at your company speaks English, at least there's Google Translate.

Witness a small selection:


Our next (and last) destination for fly-past Chinese-style tourism was Changbaishan. It's a 2600m extinct volcano with a lake called "Heaven" right on top, in the crater. It's incredibly famous and, having not even laid eyes on a hill since we arrived, it wouldn't have been right to leave Jilin Province without visiting its preeminent landmark.

Questionable judgement and an inbuilt aversion to package tours left us on hard seats on an overnight train. Yellow socks, yellow feet, protruding limbs and sleepless misery were the order of the night. At least we were heading in the right direction. I spent most of the night drunkenly talking with an artist from Liaoning who was heading out for work. We got off the train at 5.30am feeling foul.

We were immediately accosted by an energetic 'helper', fishing for tourists to provide a range of tourist services to: "Taxi?" No. "Changbaishan?"
Not yet. "Eat?" No! We just want to sleep! Despite - or perhaps because of our terrible state of mind, on the way to the hotel (it was across the street) she roped the pair of us in for the trip to Changbaishan. "We'll leave at 9," she told us. Boxxy showered while i tried to sleep. Neither of these simple tasks had any chance of being completed before fists were banging on the doors (shower and bedroom respectively). "We must go. Not enough time!" demanded a pushy voice outside the bedroom. "No way," i replied. "You said 9 o'clock, i'm sleeping."

"That's too late, rain falls," the voice said. "We go now."

"We'll just go at 9, thanks anyway. I want to sleep."

"No cars at 9."

Fuck it, i thought. I probably should have just told them straight out to leave before i jammed a ballpoint pen into their eye. The contention that there would be no cars was utterly ridiculous - any taxi in the town would take us there. But i was in such a malleably sleep deprived state that merely having the image of no cars to the mountain was enough. So, in desperate need of both food and sleep, off we went.

I saw, when i came outside, why they were so anxious for us to come quickly - four other tourists were already waiting to go. Add us and they had filled the van. Dirty lying bastards. To make matters worse, the dawdling journey included a 45-minute stop to allow other passengers to go white water rafting, and another 30-minute stop at a peripheral tourist attraction we had no desire to pay any attention to.

At long last we reached the gate - having long before spied the snaking trail of tourist hordes. This mountain must seriously be one of the most heavily trodden "natural protection area"s in the world. Lucky for it it's impenetrable with snow for 5 months a year.

There were tour groups arriving in their dozens. There were hordes queueing to buy entry tickets, at 168RMB each. There were hordes at the gate to use said tickets. Less than a drop punt away there awaited further hordes, this time trying to get onto the sleek new buses shuttling people up and down the mountain, to and from the scenic spots. When i say 'hordes', i mean hordes. Queues in China are not a respected concept. Perhaps they're seen as being for the weak, i don't know. But any time you stand in what appears to be a queue, you'll find people pushing you out of the way from behind or phasing in on your flanks.

The bus ride finished at a car park and "shopping area" according to the map, below the rim of the volcano's rim. We walked out into the tourist playground (a forest/mountain walkway) - very slowly so as to allow the rest of our busload to go on ahead. Alas, after a meagre 2 minutes of relative calm, the next busload arrived and we were swamped. I believe this continues all day, about one bus every 3 minutes.

Anyway the scenery was amazing.


After a couple of boiled eggs from the hot springs, we headed for the Heaven Lake. And, lo and behold, another nose-to-tail transport snake, another fucking extortionate ticket price. Getting to the top was not even included in the 168RMB entry. (Remember, 168RMB is worth approximately the same as $168 here.) Nobody warned us, and we simply didn't have it. There's no bank for miles and i doubt you can get back in after you leave.

Changbaishan tourist playground is a pretty good analogy for China as a whole - highly organised, probably too highly organised on a grand scale, yet with chaos never far away on the ground. Weight of numbers can never be defeated.

So away we went, back to Changchun.