The day before we'd stocked up on fruit, cereal bars, trail mix, and water bottles. We packed our backpacks and the van picked us up promptly at 8:40. We joined about 8 others, mainly young adults, decked out in hiking shoes and other outdoorsy paraphernalia. I looked down at the hipster sneakers I'd picked up the other day and wondered what I'd gotten myself into. Then I hoped that maybe the wall was closed that day. You know, for renovations.
Naturally, I slept in the van, and I think it was about a 2.5 hour drive (J would know, he can't sleep in moving vessels). The scenery was stunning as we approached the wall. For the first time since being in China (and one of the few times since being in Asia) I saw raw, untamed wilderness untouched by city life or pollution. I saw green. I think I might have even seen some birds that weren't pigeons.
Before arriving at the base, the van stopped at the side of a dirt road with a small shack-like structure with a cardboard sign saying "Toilets." Our guide told us that we should go now because we wouldn't get to again until after the hike. I wish I'd taken a picture of it because it looked like the worst place I could ever possibly relieve myself. It was so short, you could see the heads of guys while they were peeing and there was a very small divider separating the female toilet from the male one. I went inside, dreading what it would be like on the inside. It turned out not to be so bad and I was proud of myself for using it.
OK, enough toilet talk. No wait, one more thing. We got back in the van and drove about ten minutes to the actual base of the wall, where a large tourist building with real bathrooms awaited us.
We approached the trail (we couldn't see the wall yet, "Not a good sign," I thought to myself), and our guide handed us each a 1.5 liter bottle of water, a Snickers bar, and this map. "We'll meet you at the end in 3.5 hours."
|It was actually to the right, not the left.|
We had to take a number of stairs to get to the actual wall and once we got to the top, the view took my breath away. It only got better from there. And steeper. We actually had two guides, one stayed in front while another stayed behind to make sure no one got left behind.
It started off with fairly sturdy steps, but as went along they began to crumble. At parts, there was only rubble left. A few of the climbs from one watchtower to the next (22 in all) seemed almost insurmountable (I think one guy may have turned back). A few times I had to stop half-way up to catch my breath.
|Started off pretty sturdy.|
It was hot, but not Kyoto hot, and each watchtower provided cooling shade and a bit of breeze. We took frequent water and snack breaks.
|Starting to look a little less sturdy.|
There was a good number of people, just enough so that we didn't feel stranded, but few enough that I got plenty of pictures without anyone in them. I think our tour was the only one on that part of the wall. At each watchtower we'd meet up with the rest to commiserate.
|Not the safest place ever to hang out.|
Along the way we were followed by a small group of resilient merchants trying to sell us ice water, coca-cola or souvenirs. These elderly Chinese and supposedly Mongolian hikers apparently climbed the wall daily with large backpacks filled with beverages and other stuff. It was impressive. I was struggling with just a bottle of water and some snacks, and I'm in the prime of my life. There were also a few women with their kids. The girls put on a little dance routine. On the Great Wall.
As we were walking along, we wondered about the sheer audacity of those who built it. They must have lugged stones and mortar to the tops of those hills day after day, in the summer and winter. We wondered how many had died doing so.
|This was when it got rough.|
|It seemed to go on forever.|
When we got to Beijing, J and I hungrily grabbed some McDonald's.
*I'm not a morning person.
**I think I got an omelet.