Then things start tapering off.
But the views are incredible. This is another side of the wall.
Ahh....the locks of love. According to this website, "No one knows how or when this ancient Chinese custom began, but the lock-laden chains, common in the Yellow Mountains and at the Great Wall of China, have begun to appear elsewhere in the world. Thousands of simple metal locks adorn chains and fences, placed with care by those who wish to symbolize their enduring love. Fasten a lock on the chain and throw away the key, thus uniting your love for eternity."
I'm sure if I really put some effort into it I could find out where it started, but I think it's a tourist trap. Although, I think I saw this in Italy somewhere as well? Anyway, it looked cool. I didn't buy a lock for Louis and I. I guess our love isn't solidified in China.
But I was going so slow, she passed me...thanks to her dad.
And she TOTALLY rubbed it in my face. She's all like, "Oh yeah, sucka??? I'm kicking your behind! See you at the top, mo fo!!!"
Again....the view. I can't count the number of times I just stopped and looked around (and took a breather).
My mom and I were far apart, so I stopped and asked this couple to take my picture with my OILERS scarf. There was a Canadian on his way down and as the picture was taken he said, "Seriously!?! The Oilers!?". Ahhh....our reputation follows us. Next year, guys, next year!
This picture was taken from a looking point of one of the towers that were originally built for military purposes. (But now exist as cell phone towers...).
From our side of the wall, you can see Beijing the city. Look far in the distance. It's so odd to be to be halfway up The Great Wall, and be able to look and see this crazy metropolis.
I think it was around here that I stopped. I didn't keep track of the stairs. My mom and I kept getting separated (she's a faster climber and less of a pissarounder), and...well...reaching the top...well, I don't know. Call me lame (no, don't), but I just didn't feel like it. And walking the rest of the way solo, while freezing...well it didn't sound like fun. I'd rather go slow and pissaround.
I'm not sure if my Mount Kenya climb like ruined anything involving climbing any type of hiking or climbing for me. After a certain point...it was kind of....dry. Yep, that's me. Pure culture and class. Also...if you read my posts before...there was some slight confusion about what the wall actually was...
They even had this handy railing to grab onto. Except I was about six inches too tall to actually reach the thing.
On the way down there was an option that was shorter, I think. All I saw was cool scenery and snow!! It looked as if you could slide down if you pulled yourself along the railing.
Which is exactly what I *think* they were trying to get at here. NO Striding...No Sliding...potayto-potahto.
Of course I was fascinated by the snow. My weather life is very confusing to me.
I played with the snow the entire descent.
And spied on people making surprise-attack snowballs!
Yeah. Maybe they need to write this in like ten other languages, because I picked up garbage non-stop on the way down. There are garbage cans like every fifty feet. Whatevs.
Soon I was at this little village-type thing set up. Kind of reminded me of Banff? (No, not because of the high Asian population!)
Ok, so I forgot all my winter clothes in Canada and I had to get my mom to bring me a wack of stuff that I got on sale. I think this guy's mom had to do the same thing.
I loved watching so many people take fun pictures with the snow!
My mom was faster at the descent too (or I seriously pissed around...or both) and she was waiting for me along with our guide when we got to the bottom. We patiently waited in line for our turn to get a picture with whatever everyone else was waiting to get their picture taken with. Rookie mistake. There is no "line etiquette" in China.
I wish I had gotten a better picture, but my camera is dirty as mud from my trip to the UAE in February. There was a sand storm and...it's never been the same. I also wish we would have asked what the sign meant (and remembered it).
Visiting The Wall while in China? Well, it doesn't sound like much fun in my blog post...but it's a total must see. It was never a "bucket list" thing for me before...but I think it was after the fact. If that makes any sense?