Flight has occupied something about one and a half hours, and here in a window the airport of Pyongyang and the big portrait of President Kim Ir of Hay on the top - between names of Pyongyang in the Korean and English languages. Two huge wall mosaics under names of Pyongyang - on them mountains, the seas and the nature. Very beautifully.


Any feeling of unreality that we in Pyongyang. I do the first pictures of the airport directly of a window.

We leave the plane. We are met by such warm and soft air. Very unusually, but it is class. At once we embus also us carry in an airport building. We pass passport control. The Girl-frontier guard puts a stamp in my passport. Quickly enough, it is literally in 5 minutes, we receive the luggage, the tape has employees of the airport - effectively dressed Koreans. On heads black peak-caps. Are dressed in it is dazzling white shirts with black ties and black trousers in an arrow.

We leave a station building, I am a little puzzled, and where our guides (I know that them should be two and that they for a minute should not release us from myself, and here we stand already kind minutes 10 and till now nobody has become interested in us).