Q&As No. 5

Again, we received some great questions for the Q&As, our final set! Thanks to all you interested readers posting questions, and if you have any urgent ones that need answering before we pack up our bags and head off the wall for good, make sure you get them in over the next week. We’ll do our best to answer them for you. We apologise if we missed any, it’s a slow process on our internet to go back through the blog and retrieve them.

Is the sky really as blue as that all the time? If so it augurs well for the Beijing Olympics.

Is the sky always blue in China? Well, no. Look at the photo below. This, unfortunately, is the sad fact of the northern China summer – all colour gets washed out as the entire landscape suffers under the dirty grey miasma of pollution and humidity. When the sky is grey in northern China it’s not a pretty grey – no dramatic thunderclouds rolling across the wide open spaces. It’s just hazy, smudgy and ugly.

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Hazy shade of summer

Maybe our blog is a bit one-sided, but we tend to publish photos that were taken on sunny days. On these clear days, which is most of autumn, winter and frequently in spring, the sky is an amazingly deep, beautiful blue. In a nutshell, summer just isn’t a pretty time to be in China.

Which is a bit of a worry for the Olympics; August is incredibly hot, usually humid, and frequently grey. As most people know, the Olympic organisers set the Opening Ceremony for August 8, 2008, at 8:00 pm because 8 is a lucky number. From a blue-skies perspective, the organisers had better wish for good fortune indeed, because they’re bucking the climatic odds.

Is there still a tradition of returning to the land something of what you took from its produce, i.e. a little “night soil”?

It was a funny coincidence that someone asked this question around the first of April, because that’s right at the time “night soil” is collected in villages and returned to the fields. (For those not familiar with the term “night soil,” it’s a poetic euphemism for an un-poetic earthy substance we all produce.)

It’s an interesting process (that’s “interesting” if you’ve got nothing better to do but walk for 10 hours a day and observe life around you). Many households have a small stable enclosed within the courtyard walls, and often those stables serve as the toilet for people as well as the animals that live there. On the wall of the stable facing the street there is a hole, and when spring comes around the villagers shovel the night soil out of the hole and into big piles on the street.

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Shovelin’ it

Men in three-wheelers or donkey carts then come around, collect the soil and distribute it for use in the fields. It would be interesting to know the economics of this process – for example, do families pay the night soil collector for taking their manure or does the collector pay the families – but at the time we didn’t think to ask.

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What a load of cr*p!

What is the traffic like on the roads? You hear about the terrible traffic in Beijing but not further afield.

It may surprise people who have been there, but Beijing streets are oases of quiet and civility compared to roads in the countryside.

In rural China, there are no traffic rules worth speaking of and no one to enforce them. Enormous dumptrucks and four-wheel drives routinely menace donkey carts and schoolkids on bikes, and there is nothing anyone can do about it. The only real law is that smaller vehicles and those on foot had better get out of the way when a coal truck comes rumbling down a one-lane road at 60 kilometres per hour. It’s terribly dangerous, and it’s deeply unfair to those who don’t do their traveling in construction vehicles.

Last year there were 89,000 deaths on China’s roadways according to official statistics. With only 2% of the world’s motor vehicles, China manages to account for 15% of the world’s traffic fatalities. We don’t have any way of comparing urban to rural road safety statistically, but we’d be shocked if the number of rural fatalities wasn’t grossly disproportionate to urban fatalities.

What have you been doing about food en route? How much do you carry?

Ahh, food. Something we think about all the time. First of all, we’ll give you a run-down of what we eat during a usual week of camping:

Breakfast – two small packets each of a Chinese specialty called walnut powder. Sound good? Sometimes it comes with instant oatmeal added, or sometimes you can find a super-sweet cornmeal variety. Just add hot water and you’ve got a sweetened, vanilla-flavoured, powdered soupy breakfast cereal. Strangely enough, we’ve come to really like it.

Snacks – biscuits, nuts, sultanas (that’s raisins for the Yanks), dried fruit, dried meat, shrink-wrapped eggs, fruit, chocolate (Chinese or Western), rice cakes, and anything else we find that we’re willing to try (we skip over the shrink-wrapped chicken feet and pigs’ ears).

Dinner – instant noodles. For camping stove food, that’s about the only thing you can buy around here and it gets really damn boring. The shops sell about three dozen varieties and flavours of instant noodles, but somehow they all manage to taste the same. We did find “just add hot water” instant dumplings once but haven’t seen them since.

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Mmmm, snackage!

In a common walking week, the villages we pass through usually have one or two shops in them. These shops aren’t really where people go for their groceries (that’s done in markets); these shops usually stock the basic toiletries, canned drinks, beer, bai jiu (grain alcohol), sweets, school supplies and pre-packaged food. You can be guaranteed to find some sort of soft drink or water for sale, peanuts, instant noodles and biscuits, which you buy by the jin (half-kilogram).

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A well-stocked, nicely organised shangdian

Because the culinary options aren’t really overwhelming in these small villages, we usually stock up on serious snacks when we go to a larger town on our days off. In these towns you can find Dove chocolate (they’ve got the market cornered), salty crackers, more dried fruit and just about any other snack you would want. So the plan is we carry four or five days’ worth of snacks that aren’t available in the villages (like real chocolate) and buy things that are available when we need them. Brendan’s theory is that by the end of the week we’re hungry enough to eat anything (even Chinese chocolate). Have we mentioned chocolate yet?

How many Chinese characters did we need to learn to get around?

No matter how many characters you learn, you’ll never know enough and you’ll probably forget them anyway. So, having started with that little lesson, here’s our bit of wisdom – it’s not the number of characters that’s important, it’s the topics they cover that is. We learned far too many that don’t have anything to do with life out here in rural China, and we spent months catching up on the most important – translating a Chinese menu.

So what topics are important? Food, food, food. If you’re going to come out here, get a hold of a Chinese menu and get it translated. You can’t expect to eat gong bao ji ding (kung pow chicken) for a year because that’s all you know how to say. Chinese food can be wonderfully tasty and fresh if you know how to order it properly. Other important topics include accommodation, transport, landscape features, crops and animals.

But basically what really helps is a good understanding of the language and characters. Not necessarily proficiency (we are far, far from that), but an understanding. If you know how radicals work, that some refer to places, others to water etc, then it can help in getting you around and it can help in the rapid adaptation that you will need once you get out here.

What’s our day-to-day budget?

You need to budget for three common things – food, transport, accommodation. When camping and passing through small villages, we are often amazed at how little we spend. There simply isn’t anything to spend money on. A bottle of water in the country costs 1 or 2 RMB , a Coke 2 RMB, instant noodles 1.50 RMB and a kilo of biscuits 6 RMB (6 RMB = $1 AUD). If you’re really struggling to scrape together the cash for water, you can even survive on the boiled stuff from local villagers. And of course, if you’re camping then there’s no need to pay for accommodation. So basically, you can go a whole week without spending more than $10 AUD.

But, having said that, when it comes to towns, you can really spend as much or as little as you like. An average Chinese meal for two, which for us hungry hikers is usually two large plates of cold dishes and two large plates of hot dishes (meat and vegetables), rice, tea and beer (for Brendan) comes to around 30 RMB, and there’s still food left over to spare.

Hotels range from the cheap luguans to the more expensive binguans. Luguans cost 10 RMB per person and offer two single beds in a room that can be a spotlessly clean one in someone’s house or can be, well, not clean (see below). Usually there is no running water (water comes out of a large ceramic pot or kettle) and only a pit toilet, about which we will say no more.

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Whaddya mean, no HBO?

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A washing basin and water heater

It’s no surprise, then, that on our days off we seek the more expensive binguans, which offer a private bathroom, hot water, laundry service, a desk and sometimes even a double bed. They are rated according to a star system, with a standard room in two-star binguans costing about 140-200 RMB, three-star binguans at 180-300 RMB, and four-star binguans from 300 RMB up.

Strangely, two-star and three-star binguans are often quite a lot nicer than those rated four stars, which seem managed to meet the needs of huge groups of businessmen and Communist Party officials – meaning karoake blasting through paper-thin walls at 2 am; elaborate and persistent “massage” services; smoke-filled lobbies and lifts; and drunken men falling down the stairs at all hours.

One thing any traveler in rural China should know is not to pay the price shown on the board in the hotel lobby – you can nearly always pay roughly half the listed price. Usually the reception staff will offer this “discount” without your asking, but if they don’t be sure to ask.

And finally, transportation. Local buses are extremely cheap, around 4 RMB to go 20 kms. But they come with serious drawbacks – once a day service (usually at 6am), smoky and cold in winter, hot in summer, noisy, crowded, bumpy, and s-l-o-w. Most towns have taxis available, or at least a guy with a car, but taxi drivers love to overcharge foreigners. We’ve been quoted prices at 5 or 6 times the going rate. The standard (i.e. fair) rate is about 1.50-2 RMB per kilometre, and when you consider that our long trips are usually one-way, that’s all right with us.

Why didn’t Marco Polo notice the wall?

When you think about it, it seems odd that the first well-known Western tourist in China didn’t mention its #1 tourist attraction. We don’t know why he didn’t, of course, but that’s never stopped us from talking a bit of guff.

Before we launch into wild speculation, we should get our dates straight. Marco Polo was in China from about 1274 to 1291, during the reign of Emperor Kublai Khan (he of the Xanadu fame, stately pleasure dome and all that). This was nearly 100 years before the earliest construction of the Ming Great Wall and 300 years before the bulk of it went up. Obviously, Polo didn’t mention the Ming wall because it didn’t exist.

There would, however, have been remains of the long walls built during the Han Dynasty (206 BC – AD 220) along Polo’s route, and he may well have seen them. But it’s worth thinking about what they might have looked like through the eyes of a Venetian trader in 1275 or so. The walls would have been crumbling ruins over 1000 years old – possibly in not much better condition than today – viewed by a man who wasn’t much interested in antiquity. Also, the ruins of the Han walls were located in an empire where nearly every large town was enclosed in walls that served a contemporary purpose and were maintained accordingly – the city walls of 1275 were quite possibly more impressive than the ruins of the Han Great Walls.

It’s also likely that Polo’s hosts wouldn’t have drawn attention to the Han walls. The Great Wall hasn’t always been an important symbol of China: wall-building was an important part of defence policy in some dynasties – the Ming, Han and Qin – but some dynasties saw wall-building as a waste of effort and even a bit embarrassing.

The Yuan Dynasty, which ruled while Polo was in China, was one such dynasty, and for very good reason: the Yuan emperors were Mongols, the very sort of people the Han walls (and subsequent walls) were built to keep out. The dynasty was officially established in 1271 by Kublai Khan, but its roots extend to the early 13th century when Genghis Khan conquered northern China from the Mongolian steppe. Though the Mongols adopted some Chinese customs while they ruled China, they never forgot their Mongol origins. It wouldn’t be too surprising if government officials hosting Polo were less than eager to point out the existence of walls that had been built specifically to prevent someone like the reigning emperor from entering China.

Bagged Our Bird

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For months we’ve been trying without success to get a photo of a ring-necked pheasant, a bird native to China which also happens to be a common non-native gamebird in Brendan’s home state of Kansas. Despite scaring them out of the brush on a daily basis, we’ve never managed to photograph one before it takes flight.

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He thinks he’s crafty . . .

Until now. Last week Emma spotted a male lying in the brush and we got off a few quick shots. He’s no trophy specimen – you can see a nicer photo in any American hunting magazine – but with only a few weeks left in the Walking the Wall shooting season (digi-“film” only), we’re just grateful we finally bagged our bird.

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. . . but he can’t get away from us

Gubeikou to Simatai (Part 2)

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Recognise this? (Hint: look at the photo up top)

On our first visit to the Gubeikou-Simatai section of wall, we didn’t really understand how unique it is among Beijing Great Wall sites. While some sites cater to the demands of mass tourism – Badaling, Mutianyu – they’ve done so at the expense of conservation, with long sections of original wall actually destroyed to make way for reconstructions. Other sections we’ve hiked – the Beijing Knot and Jiankou – are beautifully preserved, but unless you’re a pretty fit hiker, you’re not all that likely to see them.

Along the wall from Gubeikou to Simatai, the demands of tourism and conservation are, at least for now, in a kind of balance. The pass at Gubeikou is completely authentic; as one interpretive sign proudly states without exaggeration, every single brick on the Gubeikou wall is original. There is some reconstruction at Jinshanling and Simatai, and while it would have been better if the original wall had been left alone, at least the reconstructed sections are built upon original foundations and seem to us to be well done. In places it’s hard to tell where original wall ends and reconstruction begins.

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Emma walking on an original section

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This is part of the three-kilometre reconstructed section near Jinshanling

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The reddish bricks are original and the newer bricks are grey

At the same time, it’s not difficult to get to the wall at any of the main access points. The walking is challenging in places, but also comfortable enough that even beginning hikers or those with physical limitations can get on the wall for a good stroll.

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The hiking was so pleasant . . .

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that even Emma was persuaded to smile . . .

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while I remained cheerful as ever

It would be nice to think that this happy balance will last forever, but there are a few signs that it might not. The reconstructed section at Jinshanling, near the mid-point of the hike, is quite recent; and this being China, it would be naïve to think that the original stretches of wall from Gubeikou to Simatai are safe from “improvement.” There is more than enough – far more than enough – reconstructed wall in the Beijing area for anyone to get an idea of what the wall looked like 500 years ago. It’s hard to imagine what good could come from additional reconstruction.

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When sections are reconstructed, buildings like this are destroyed

A more present-day concern is that the wall just doesn’t seem well managed. We saw numerous recently constructed paved pathways and staircases between Gubeikou and Simatai, and though we can see a place for minor trail improvements built in accordance with an actual management plan, the little projects we saw looked more like ad hoc jobs done more or less for the hell of it.

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An example of “21st Century Staircase for Tourists”

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You can see a paved path to the left of the wall

In addition, we were asked to pay for “tickets” on five separate occasions: twice from well-marked ticket offices that were obviously legitimate, once from a woman in a Great Wall T-shirt who was probably legitimate, once from a group of women with no identification who were probably not legitimate, and once from a farmer with a hand-written note in English requesting payment for a detour through the fields, which was probably not official but seems reasonable. At the last legal watchtower at Simatai, the security guards offered to look away for 20 RMB if we wanted to hike past the “Entry Prohibited” signs to the dangerous and fragile sixteenth watchtower (we declined the offer). The amount of money involved in this small-time fee gouging and bribery is trivial from the perspective of most tourists, but that’s not really the point – if our experience with fees and regulations is any indicator of the overall quality of the management of the wall from Gubeikou to Simatai, its future is far from secure.

Taken individually, none of the problems we encountered is the end of the world, and they didn’t really affect our enjoyment of the day’s hike. But when problems like this are taken together, multiplied over time, and combined with increasing tourist pressure, this is how places can get ruined. And when you consider that Gubeikou to Simatai is really the only Great Wall site where most people can experience long sections of original, unreconstructed wall without crowds, carnival rides and (too many) vendors, that would be a terrible shame.

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Gubeikou to Simatai (Part 1)

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If the Beijing wall were a series of guidebooks, the Gubeikou-Simatai section would be the Lonely Planet – undeveloped for large-scale tourism but attracting groups of like-minded people all seeking out their own slice of private wall. It is also one of the best relatively remote sections of the Great Wall that can easily be hiked by people without 3000 kilometres of experience behind them. That was good news for us when we first came to China in 2005, having never stepped foot on the world’s longest wall before.

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A charity fundraising group from England tackles the Gubeikou wall

Our first journey to the Great Wall was with Intrepid Travel as part of a fundraising campaign for the NSW Cancer Council. We did what most groups do – walk from Gubeikou to Simatai over two days, struggling down the hill in the middle at Jinshanling and asking ourselves how the hell were we ever going to reach the part of the wall that we could see in the distance.

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You want me to go up that! The Simatai wall running up the furthest ridge

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An original watchtower with Simatai in the distance

For very good reasons, this section is still very popular with the charity groups – in fact, when we were there a few weeks ago as part of this walk, we came across a group from England raising money for breast cancer and another Intrepid Travel group. Walking this section gives people the chance to see 20 kilometres of mostly original wall in absolutely stunning scenery.

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No loose stones or falling rocks, now that’s what I call smooth walking

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Might be a bit steep, but wall like this poses no danger to walkers

Apart from a few kilometres in the middle at Jinshanling, the wall is mostly unreconstructed but has suffered far less damage than many of the other parts of the wall we have seen. This means you can still see elements of original Great Wall construction without feeling like it was put together for your benefit as a tourist.

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The arrow loop – soldiers can view the enemy through the top hole while remaining protected and shoot through the lower hole

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Barrier walls – shown here on a reconstructed section – were designed to protect soldiers when steep slopes would otherwise leave them exposed to enemy fire

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Barrier walls on an original section

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The extension in the middle is a wall terrace or horse face wall that gave soldiers a better view and a more flexible battlefield

Legends of the Wall – The Jinni of Mr Cai Appeared

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Wohu Mountain – silhouetted watchtowers can be seen on the peaks

It’s been almost a year since we posted our first and only Legend of the Wall. We’d intended to collect legends from the interpretive signs at historical sites along the wall and republish them here, but as it turns out, there aren’t many interpretive signs at developed Great Wall sites. However, we finally found a second legend at the Gubeikou Great Wall north of Beijing, where there are quite a few interesting, though poorly maintained, signs.

The story is entitled “The Jinni of Mr Cai Appeared,” which is probably better translated as “The Ghost of Mr Cai.” It appears below as an extended block quote. We’ve reworked it some, as the English version of the story is obscure for those not experienced in reading Chinglish, but we haven’t changed any important details.

Before reading the story, you need to know two things for it to make any sense at all.

First, the Liao and Song dynasties were rival dynasties from 907 to 1125 AD. The Song were ethnically Chinese and occupied most of China south of the Yellow River. The Liao were Khitans, a nomadic people from the north, and though they ruled portions of northern China they were not Chinese.

Second, the General Cai who appears in the story is a figure who, according to legend, was put to death by order of the Emperor, after Cai’s palace rivals accused him of spending too much on the construction of the Great Wall at Huanghuacheng. Later, the Emperor discovered that the section built by General Cai was exceptionally firm, and built an honorary tomb to atone for his mistake in executing the general.

Here’s the legend.

The Jinni of Mr Cai Appeared

In the time of the Liao and Song dynasties, Han Chang, the commander-in-chief of the Liao state, was always looking for a chance to invade Song territory and expand the boundaries of the Liao.

One rainy June, Han Chang led his forces through the drizzle southward toward the North China plain. When the invaders reached the Wohu Mountain Great Wall, they could see no one, but all around they could hear the sounds of drums beating and the howl of soldiers. Han Chang looked up to the mountain, and suddenly, like a shooting star, he could see torches gyrating wildly all over the hills. Han Chang was so frightened he sent an adjutant bearing surrender papers to the mountain, but when the adjutant arrived, there was nothing there but the Great Wall.

Han Chang was gladdened, and again he sent forces to the foot of Woho Mountain. But like last time, drums began beating and torches appeared on the hillside, and Han Chang was forced to retreat.

This time when Han Chang’s adjutant ascended the mountain to surrender, he came upon an old man with a black and white moustache, sitting in his thatched hut drinking wine and holding a pair of chopsticks. The old man shouted:

“Listen, the one who besieged you was none other than the venerable General Cai, the Emperor of the Great Wall, who was unjustly put to death. Tell Han Chang that he cannot possibly escape, even if he has supernatural abilities!”

The old man then disappeared.

Upon hearing his adjutant’s report, Han Chang immediately understood that the drums, torches and howling had all been the work of the ghost of General Cai.

If the story strikes you as strange, don’t worry – we still think most Chinese stories are strange. But there are some pretty great things about this story as well.

Like any good legend, it completely mixes up time and place. The villain of the story, Han Chang, is from the Liao dynasty, which ended over 300 years before the Ming Great Wall was constructed. The hero, the ghost of General Cai, was reputed to have built the Huanghuacheng Wall, and as far as we know has no connection with the Gubeikou Wall.

But the story also touches on some important historically based truths: the wall’s main purpose was, of course, to repel nomadic invaders from the north, and its construction, far from being uncontroversial, was a source of palace intrigue for centuries.

And finally, like many good legends, this story may tell a tale that its author (or authors) did not intend. According to some Great Wall scholars, the wall was not a terribly rational defence strategy, and could be even considered a form of military wishful thinking – a sort of Ming Dynasty “Build it and they won’t come” fantasy. In the story, the wall plays a similar magical role, protecting the Chinese Song from the nomadic Liao without even the need for human soldiers.

Unsolved Mysteries of the Great Wall – The Ancient Petrifying Forest

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Things of stone and wood?

The latest mystery to bewilder us on our Great Wall journey – apart from old standbys like “Can anything else happen to delay us?” “When are we getting there?” and “Whose idea was this in the first place?” – comes from the field of natural history.

The question came up as we were walking in a valley near the village of Shentangyu. The day before we’d been forced off the wall by a cliff we couldn’t get around, and were taking a farmers’ trail through some orchards on what we hoped would be (and mercifully, unusually was) a short detour back to our planned route.

As we were walking, we started to notice that whenever our walking sticks hit the “rocks” below, they made a soft thud rather than the usual annoying clacking sound.

“Does this feel like stone to you?” Brendan asked as he tapped the ground with my walking pole.

I did the same. The ground looked like stone but actually felt soft. When we tapped on it with our sticks, it crumbled easily, like a wet log.

We walked up a bit further, tapping at the ground.

“I don’t think this is stone,” Brendan said. “It’s soft all the way up here (tap tap), and here (tap), and here (tap).”

We began to think that what we were standing on was not rock, or not entirely rock, but what seemed to be the remains of an enormous – and I mean enormous – tree. And not just one, but all over this orchard we noticed these “trees.”

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Conducting an examination

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You can get a sense of the scale by comparing the log to the full-sized tree in the background

There was no sign of branches or roots on the trees, but then they were clearly very, very old and the smaller limbs had probably just rotted away. In other respects they looked just like fallen, hollowed out logs. They were rounded, had probably been four or five metres in diametre when whole, and were long and straight. The logs had a clearly distinguishable grain, and in most places their texture was soft and crumbly, like rotting wood.

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This log was quite soft

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The fluting and rounded edges of this piece reminded me of old redwood logs in Northern California

But as we looked further, we saw that in other places the logs were more like stones, hard and resistant to crumbling. With the assistance of our trusty Unsolved Mysteries magnifying glass, we could see that at least parts of our logs had mineralised, i.e. they were most definitely rocks.

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This piece has broken apart in a very rockish way

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The white portion is definitely mineral

As we found more and more of these odd rockish logs and treeish stones, we came to the conclusion that what we were looking at were neither rotting logs nor petrified trees, but an ancient forest that was actually in the process of petrifying.

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Here the wood grain is distinct, but you can also see what look like flecks of rock

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This piece defies categorisation, by us at least

Unfortunately, neither of us has any geological, botanical or paleontological training, and we both have a penchant for making things up, or at least coming up with glamourous theories for our little humdrum discoveries. So we don’t really know if we found a petrifying forest, or just have overactive imaginations. We did a little internet research, and though we did find that there are several geological parks in the area featuring petrified wood, we weren’t able to find anything that would let us know what we’d seen.

If you have any geological expertise, or know someone who does, have a look at these photos or put us in touch with your rockhound friends. If we can’t find someone who can tell us whether we were looking at wood or stone, or both, whether we’ve found an ancient petrifying forest will have to remain another Unsolved Mystery of the Great Wall.

We’d like to thank everyone who has helped us with the other mysteries we’ve published, and particularly those who left enjoyable and insightful comments on our post on The Valley of a Hundred Fengsui. Simon, it was great to hear a perspective from someone with a military background, and your suggestions strike us as quite likely – we’ve read of wall in the eastern brick portion being designed to create interlocking fields of fire, so that would seem logical in the west as well; and yes , the valley is an important thruway to Datong. Jim, to hear from you is a welcome blast from the past for me (Brendan), and thanks for an interesting parallel from North America. Marg, welcome aboard, and we have read that particular numbers of signals sent from individual towers could indicate approaching troop strength, so it seems quite possible that signals from multiple towers could perform a similar function.

Looks like we’ll have to get those fridge magnets made up!

Mutianyu

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In ways both good and bad, Mutianyu is a sort of Badaling Lite. Like Badaling, it’s extensively reconstructed, but more of the original materials are incorporated, and to our untutored but reasonably experienced eyes the reconstruction at Mutianyu seems more authentic. As at Badaling, there’s an assortment of tourist facilities ranging from the outrageously tacky to the slightly less tacky – cable cars, toboggan rides, vendors and hotels – but at Mutianyu the bells and whistles intrude less on the Great Wall experience. And of course there are tourists at Mutianyu, but you’d be hard pressed to call them crowds.

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A lonely stretch on the tourist section

However, unlike at Badaling, the original wall is easily accessible from the developed section. Well-preserved unreconstructed wall extends from both ends of the tourist site, toward Jiankou in the west and down to the village of Xhuadi in the east.

Now, there is the small matter of signs forbidding entry to the unreconstructed sections, but as with many rules in China, it’s hard to know whether you should take the signs’ prohibitions seriously. Just a few kilometres beyond the “Entry Forbidden” sign at the western end of the Mutianyu tourist site, there are well-maintained and well-trodden trails leading from near the village of Xizhazi to the unreconstructed Mutianyu wall, with signage sponsored by the Beijing 2008 Olympics Committee and BHP Billiton. So, if you take both sets of signs at face value, it’s okay to go onto the unreconstructed section of Mutianyu from the west but not from the east. Or you can just do what everyone else does, and ignore the signs prohibiting entry.

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Don’t arrest me, I’m coming from the west!

Anyhow, we did catch a few quiet moments at Mutianyu, especially in the unreconstructed section. Some of the watchtowers seemed almost like little Chinese gardens, and Mutianyu was by far the lushest part of the wall we’ve seen.

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Inside one of Mutianyu’s many watchtowers

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Awwwww

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The view from where we rejoined the wall after Jiankou

Despite enjoying ourselves, we came away from Mutianyu feeling uneasy about the tourist development there. As we mentioned in our Badaling post, it seems necessary to us that there be one site on the Great Wall developed for mass tourism – it’s entirely appropriate that such an important symbol of China be made easily accessible to everyone, and that probably means large scale tourist facilities, souvenir stands and huge car parks crowded with tour buses.

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The Mutianyu chairlift and toboggan (cable cars are at another spot)

But what’s arguably appropriate in one place is not necessarily appropriate everywhere, and we didn’t see the need for chairlifts, tobbogans and wholesale wall reconstruction at Mutianyu – it seems to us that one Badaling is quite enough. And while the reconstruction at Mutianyu may be more authentic than Badaling’s and the tourist facilities more restrained, we’re just not sure we see the point.

Another Day, Another Delay

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So we’d been hiking for about 15 minutes this morning when a grapefruit-sized rock came flying out of nowhere and hit me in the face. I mean, hell, why not? They way things have been going lately I was practically expecting it.

We were a bit worried that some dirt or gravel was inside the cut, so we came back to Beijing to have it looked at. The good news is that the wound needed nothing more than a good irrigation and a few stitches. The bad news is that I’m not allowed to sweat for the next 24 hours, to give the cut a chance to close before I start pouring my own salt and dirt into it. That means tomorrow is another day off, the fifth day in a row we’ve made no substantial progress and the eleventh in the past 16 days.

Tomorrow afternoon we’ll head back to Zunhua, and the day after – if fortune smiles on us – we’ll try to string together two consecutive hours of hiking. Wish us luck – if you don’t see another cranky post from us, you’ll know we’re back on our way.

We Give Up

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No, no, no, silly, we’re not leaving the wall and going back to Australia.

However, it has become clear that we are completely, utterly, hopelessly and helplessly incapable of making an accurate judgement of when we will reach Shanhaiguan. We’ve tried. And failed. And tried again. Failed again. Tried a third, fourth and fifth time. You get the picture.

We give up. We surrender. We’re waving the white flag. We’re not going to try to predict our finish date any more.

The latest episode in our little scheduling drama came just yesterday, when we headed back to the wall under grey skies from a day off in the city of Zunhua, about 150 kilometres east of Beijing. The forecast was not overly promising – showers throughout the day – but we still had some hope of making it to Shanhaiguan by mid-June to meet our parents, so we decided to push ahead, rain or shine.

It began sprinkling within five minutes after we started up the hill, and within an hour we were walking through wind-driven drizzle. As we slipped up and down stones and got lashed by the wet tangle of thorns and brambles that cover the wall, we began to think that maybe walking along a narrow, crumbling five-metre high soaking-wet stone wall was not the most brilliant thing to be doing under the conditions. So we headed to the nearest watchtower to wait until the rain let up. Which didn’t happen all day long.

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Drying our rain gear

By morning the rain had stopped, but it had been replaced by fog. Not great weather, but we figured at least we would have decent footing. So we set out from the watchtower and followed the wall through the mist. Until it disappeared into a chestnut orchard.

Normally this wouldn’t have caused much concern – the wall disappears for short stretches and reappears all the time. But usually we can see more than ten metres in front of us. And in the highly dissected terrain we were in using the crude maps we use, it’s not really practical to navigate using map and compass without having some visual targets to shoot for. So, after spending about an hour trying to find the wall again without success, we packed it in and headed back to Zunhua, where we are now, for our third day off in a row. When you add that to five days lost last week to flu (both of us, consecutively rather than simultaneously, natch), well, it adds up.

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This morning’s pea soup

We are genuinely a little down about this, because it’s not going to be possible for us to meet our parents at the end. But for the sake of our safety and our sanity, we have to be realistic about the pace we can maintain, and we simply can’t maintain a pace that will allow that to happen. We will take a week off to spend time with our parents, of course – both sets will be here in less than two weeks – and being able to spend time with them was always most the important thing anyway.

And we’ll get to Shanhaiguan the day we get there, no sooner, no later.