Either I was coming from somewhere in central Asia, or my subconscious has a poor grasp of geography.
Anyway, following a safe landing at an unnamed North Korean airport, the other passengers and I were allowed to roam around the terminal until an aircraft became available to take us the rest of the way to Japan. At this point, I discovered that there was a Dunkin' Donuts in the terminal. I invited a few other passengers to sample its fare with me. I called it DPRK Donuts, which my subconscious thought was hilarious.

