I took the train all the way to China. Pyongyang to Dandong? I did that. Did you stay in Dandong? The contrast was a real mind screw. I sat in my hotel room in

I took the train all the way to China. Pyongyang to Dandong? I did that. Did you stay in Dandong? The contrast was a real mind screw. I sat in my hotel room in Dandong, overlooking the bridge; beneath me, Chinese boom town. Lights, cars, noise, street-hawkers, adverts. The bridge extending over the river, and half way across the coloured lights on it just stop. After that, darkness. No lights on the bridge, no lights on the land, nothing. I went to the True Love nightclub in Dandong, with the lights and the bouncing floor and the kids with tall hair and a floor show that was translated for me by a Singaporean accountant and a Canadian (both of whom I'd met in the DPRK), and self-medicated.