Outside Beijing, a short ride away, down a beautiful highway, is a
section of the Great Wall. This particular section has been restored.
When we arrived, there were local drummers banging as part of the show
they put on for tourists. The drums echoed eerily across the
mountains. Of course, like just about everywhere, there were
merchants trying to sell things: "Postcards? Two for dollar? No? Three
for dollar? No? Five for dollar?" And there was a man who was renting
out his camel for photographs.
Do you get the idea that there were a LOT of steps to get up to the
There was an entry fee to go onto the Great Wall. Legend has it that
you are not a real man until you have climbed the Great Wall. When Jack
was in Turkey, a salesman called him a "Big Man," and in Hong Kong, the
tailor told him he would make him a "Gentle-man," he absolutely had to
climb the Great Wall to become a "Real Man." What's next?
Of course, to my mind, he's already a "Great Man"!!!
The Great Wall is wide enough for four horses to trot abreast. The
paving stones look deceptively straight. In actuality, they are set at
an angle, and each block is further set (or has settled) at yet a
different angle. It made me seasick. Real trooper that I am, I forged
on, rolling like a drunken sailor until I passed the fourth guard post
- seen in the far distance below (in the mists, waaaaay over there on
the farthest crest).