Spending my Saturday at the DMZ

I'm going to the De-Militarized Zone tomorrow for a tour conducted by the US military. (As my friend Matt D. pointed out, could there be a more Orwellian name for the most heavily militarized place on Earth?) I thought I was to get a North Korean stamp on my passport for crossing the 39th parallel, but all I get is a stamped visa certificate. Oh well, it'll still impress drunk eighteen-year-old girls who are keenly interested in Asian geopolitics. (Kidding. Really.) Also, this way I won't get thrown in a holding cell next time I'm passing through an American airport.

Many pictures to follow, and maybe also a pony.