Goodness Gracious Great Wall of China

I dream about visiting those massively famous places. The big name tourist destinations. I cringe at the thought of sharing them with one million and one people, but there are some cities in which there are must do trips, and in Beijing there is no other must do trip quite like the Great Wall of China. We did fall into the trap of a somewhat organised tour but it worked to our advantage in the end. Being dumped 10 km away from our destination on a section of the wall that had had very little restoration work done on it was nothing short of magnificent. Breathe taking stuff, seriously, my breath, gone (may have had something to do with the 10 km hike, but mostly to do with sheer amazement).... Wendy, Ben and I set out on a beautifully sunny morning walk, I was prepared for the chill out on the wall but soon found myself shedding layers of clothes faster than a twelve year old playing chocolate manners (ha ha, do you know that game? You have to throw on loads of clothes and then cut the block of chocolate with a knife and fork? Aaaah, it takes me back, but probably confuses the pants off you...) Anyway... the sun was brilliant. The wall was everything I imagined it to be. The breathlessness of the whole experience is hard to describe.
There was a constant sense of “HOLY CRAP I AM ON THE GREAT WALL OF CHINA!” and I found myself needing to shout “GOODNESS GRACIOUS GREAT WALL OF CHINA” at every moment. It's true i may have somewhat destroyed the serenity for other wall walkers but I just couldn't help it! The Mongolian farmers that have left their flocks and who now trail the wall trying to sell their goods were slightly time consuming but full credit to the 72 year old chap who was doing laps around me. There were some crazy steep sections to climb and that Mongolian chappy was most certainly half mountain goat in his ability to scamper up and down that wall... still feel bad that he followed us for about 30 minutes and I didn't buy any water from him. I did tell him that I had some already. Listening skills not unlike my students it appeared!

After the walk (which I think took us about 3 hours?) we cruised down to the waiting bus on a flying fox. Nothing quite like being strapped into a harness, a few hundred metres above the river, by an under qualified 70 year old Chinese lady who said nothing other than “hold on”! It all worked out in the end but we couldn't help but notice the lack of safety standards adhered to! But we lived to tell the tale so I should stop going on about it!

Anyway, the rest of my Beijing adventure was equally brilliant. I mean it's a rather polluted and somewhat dirty city (although by all accounts they have cleaned up their act). It was hard to find good coffee but not at all hard to get cheap beer. The food was good, but I am spoiled in Thailand and find it difficult to be wowed by anything else (it's not that I am not open minded, I am just spoiled here!) We rode around the city umpteen times and enjoyed visiting even more of the overcrowded tourist sites, attempting, if only for a little while, to immerse ourselves in some of what Beijing had to offer. Obviously, Hooters isn't exactly the peak of Chinese or Beijing culture, but you have to go, right? I mean, it's Hooters?! The end of the week had Wendy and I at a work conference. This should mean hours of stimulating and inspiring teaching habits, but what it actually meant was excessive wine and beer drinking and embarrassing situations.... will I ever learn? x