ONJUNG-RI, North Korea — Cell phones? Nope.

Tape recorders? Unh-unh.

Newspapers or magazines? Not a chance, our tour guide declared as he confiscated our “contraband” in the minutes before our bus arrived at the North Korean border, depositing the items in a plastic bag for safekeeping.

It was a stark reminder of the barriers that the secretive communist state firmly maintains even as it takes tentative steps toward connecting with the outside world.

Our destination, the Mount Kumgang resort on North Korea’s remote southeastern coast, is a schizophrenic vacation spot if ever there was one. Here tourists stroll among restaurants and gift shops, and gaze out at Yosemite-like vistas. But take so much as a single photograph of a North Korean field, village, or dirt pathway on the other side of a never-ending bright green fence and goodness knows what will happen when the omnipresent North Korean soldiers respond.

Despite its unorthodox manner of welcoming guests, the North Korean resort, operated by the South Korea-based Hyundai Asan company, has had more than 1.7 million visitors since opening a decade ago. Only about 2,000 of those guests have been from America, Hyundai Asan officials say, including our group of a dozen press editors traveling on the Korean peninsula for a recent journalism fellowship program. It didn’t take long for two things to become abundantly clear: First, although the impoverished North Korean government appears willing to open its doors slightly in order to earn much-needed hard currency, it’s willing to do so only on its own terms. Second, despite a history of vituperative rhetoric, North Korea up close in some ways can prove surprisingly restrained on the propaganda front.

Other than the slogans hailing rulers Kim Jong Il and his late father, Kim Il Sung, carved into the boulders high above the resort, there is virtually no political proselytizing at Mount Kumgang. I saw only one large billboard painting of the late Great Leader and the Dear Leader in the entire resort. And while there was no Bible in our hotel rooms, neither was there a book praising Kim Jong Il. Moreover, there were no political tchotchkes or Kim Jong Il fashions for sale at the souvenir shops, leaving kitsch-cravers to settle for such fare as Mount Kumgang snow globes, “Brain-Function Activator” walnut powder or Hangover Chaser tea, each $5.

On the morning we began our visit, we met our Hyundai Asan tour guide at a South Korean bus station a few miles from the border. His main job appeared to be to scoop up any possession that he said otherwise would be seized (and never returned) by North Korean authorities.

The border checkpoint was crowded but orderly — as long as you waited in line, as demanded, in alphabetical order. An “It’s a Small World”-type North Korean anthem called “Nice to Meet You” blared from a loudspeaker, and after our visas were scrutinized by glum-looking officers, we were welcomed to the workers’ paradise by a Disney-like character in a bear suit. (No pictures were allowed of the waving bear. He, of course, was on North Korean government property.)

On the 10-mile drive to the resort village, armed soldiers stared warily as they stood sentry behind the ubiquitous green fence separating us from the local populace. But the land beyond told quite a story. Farmers worked the fields by hand. There were virtually no motorized vehicles along the flat dirt roadways. The scene was like something out of a junior high geography textbook of the 1950s — a black-and-white-style “natives at work” pictorial.

Our high-rise hotel, the Oekumgang, loomed large over a domed arena where a North Korean acrobatic troupe performs daily. The rooms were comfortable and even included Western-style minibars. The overall environs had the feel of Laughlin, Nev., by way of Soviet-era Moscow.

During our one-night stay, our itinerary included nature jaunts to Samilpo Lake and the rugged Mount Kumgang range, lovely spots that might have seemed serene if we hadn’t been herded there with two dozen more busloads of tourists in a military-escorted convoy. There’s just something less than relaxing about marching up a mountain in lockstep with 800 hearty hikers.

Mr. Feldman traveled to South and North Korea on a fellowship program with the International Reporting Project, based at Johns Hopkins University.