The End of the Line

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We’ve never been any good at bringing things to a close. We’ll put off a big decision until the final moment. We’ll hem and haw and shuffle our feet in the dirt before saying good-bye. We left organising our flight out of Beijing – during the height of tourist season – to a week before the day we were due home.

So it’s only fitting that we managed to delay completing our Great Wall adventure almost as long as humanly possible. What we expected to take six months took 13; the 3000 kilometres we planned to walk somehow became nearly 4000. But even the longest set of structures ever built by humans eventually comes to an end, and that means our trip has as well.

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From the desert to the sea – the end of the Great Wall at Laolongtou

At two o’clock on July 7 (07/07/07 – auspicious!), we reached our destination: Laolongtou, or Old Dragon’s Head, the eastern end of the Ming Great Wall. And in a nice bit of symmetry, we were welcomed at the end by the same people who gave us a fantastic send-off from Jiayuguan a year ago, Dong Yaohui and Yan Daojun of the China Great Wall Society.

The moment we walked through Laolongtou’s gates, Mr Yan grabbed us by the elbows, escorted us to a meeting room to collect ourselves and wipe the sweat from our faces, then took us to a courtyard, where we were met by Emma’s parents Di and Mike, representatives from the local government and members of the local media, and even Mr Li and his family.

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An achievement of his own – Emma’s dad, Mike, made the journey to Shanhaiguan not long after being seriously ill

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Celebrating with Mike and Emma’s mum, Di. Is there anywhere on the wall she can’t go?

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And how could we forget that smile? Mr Li, his wife and daughter were even there to welcome us back.

And at that point, with microphones thrust before us and a crowd of curious onlookers waiting for . . . something, it all became real – we were finished!

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You go first … Mike, Mr Dong, Di, Emma, Brendan, and Mr Yan

Each of us spoke briefly and Mr Yan translated. Mr Dong said some gracious words on behalf of the Great Wall Society about our trip, the Great Wall exhibitions at the Powerhouse and Melbourne Museums, and our website. We were presented with some lovely bouquets, and everything became blurry – there were pictures for the press, pictures with tourists, pictures with kids. It was exciting, and tiring, and a bit chaotic – in other words, it was just like walking the wall!

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Mr Dong and a young wall-walker in the making

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So, who’s going first then? Mr Yan, waiting for one of us to talk so he could translate

When the short ceremony was over, Mr Dong took each of us by the hand, and just as he had accompanied us on our first few steps from Jiayuguan Fort 13 months before, walked with us, hand in hand, to the point where the wall meets the sea.

As we’ve talked over the past few weeks about what we might say in our final post, we’ve struggled to come up with a suitable title – we had wanted something that would capture the exhilaration and sense of completion we had imagined we might feel. And of course we do feel those things – you can’t imagine how excited we are to be done and heading home – but in the couple of days since we’ve been back in Beijing, packing up and seeing friends, we’ve also thought a lot about the things we’ll miss as well – walking into a dusty village to a stunned crowd for a five-minute drinks break that turns into an hour, the rhythm of our walking sticks swinging as we move along the path, all the sights and sounds (and smells) of rural China.

So it feels slightly bittersweet to have come to the end of the line – we’ve reached our destination and we’re enormously proud and relieved to have done so, but also just a tiny bit sad.

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It’s all a bit much for Emma. Just because no one caught it on camera, doesn’t mean Brendan didn’t cry too.

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But putting on his pack for the last time makes it all start to feel a bit real

We want to thank all of you for taking this journey with us, for sticking by us as we trundled through the broken foot and other injuries, for putting up with us as we dealt with technical delays, and for being there for us when we needed you the most. You can’t imagine how important it was to us to know there were people following our blog – it was to you we ran when we’d seen something amazing and had to tell someone, where we turned when we were lonely and exhausted and needed a reason to go on. This blog was our connection to the outside world, and every comment, every personal email and every message passed on was received with love and enthusiasm.

Several people have asked about our future plans, and of course we’ve discussed them endlessly as we walked, but for now we feel the best thing for us to do is to go home, rest a bit, and gain a little perspective in the context of our normal lives. We will compile final trip statistics and post them in the next several days, but this will be our last regular post on the blog. The blog itself, however, will stay up indefinitely and we’ll continue checking it for comments.

We don’t plan to leave Walking the Wall behind entirely, though. We may do some talks, write up a few articles, and who knows, we might even write a book. If you’d like to keep up with our future Great Wall-related plans, please send us an email at WalkingTheWallinfo@gmail.com (a blank email is fine), and we’ll keep you updated. Thank you for all your interest and support. It’s been a great journey and we’re going to miss it.

Wall Angels, Beijing Municipality and Hebei Province

Putting together our final episode of Wall Angels was a fun but sad experience. Fun, because we got to relive those times, and sad because we know there won’t be any more Wall Angels for us for a while.

If we thought Shanxi and Shaanxi were difficult to walk through, with their endless canyons and windy, snowy weather, well, that was nothing compared to Hebei and Beijing. Both were incredibly difficult. Steep, mountainous country, vertical wall, cliffs, thorns and impenetrable bushes. Our daily kilometre limit dropped from 30kms to 10kms, sometimes down to 5kms, and our finish date moved further and further away. We didn’t have the time to sit around and meet people, we had to keep moving and we had to at least try to reach our daily goal.

Inevitably we met fewer people. That’s not to say that our personal encounters dropped, because on the contrary, with farmers out in the field with the coming of spring, we spoke to a lot more people as the days went on. But it is to say that we didn’t have the time to form as many relationships as we had previously. We had to make a decision to keep moving. If we didn’t, we might never have reached the end.

The Gold Miners

One of our most common questions is what do we do about food and water. How do we get it, how much do we have to carry. Well, to answer those questions we can give you the example of our first set of Wall Angels for Hebei province.

We were walking in a particularly remote area of the province, canyons and hills slowing us down to an incredibly slow pace and the winds of April battering us about. So diversions to get water for the night weren’t really a fun thing to do, especially when they added on a few kilometres of walking to what was already a long day. But when the source of water appears before you … well, you take it, graciously of course.

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The Gold Miners were living in a shack just down the hill from the Great Wall. About 10 of them slept on hard single beds in the one room, canvas covering the roof, doors and windows and sheltering them from the wind and cold. They lived there for months at a time with nothing much but a book each, a few large drums of water for washing and drinking, and a small kitchen that could make rice and noodles. Obviously the water came from elsewhere, probably driven up in a truck from a town down in the valley.

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We needed at least six litres of water to take with us, which they gave without hesitation. They gave us some tea to drink and to warm us up, then invited us to stay for food. We declined, needing to keep moving before the winds picked up again, which they did as soon as we stepped out the door. The older man watched us go, staying outside in the wind to wave goodbye to us as we walked up the hill and out of view.

The Great Wall Society, Yan Dao Jun and Dong Yaohui

The China Great Wall Society is the leading Chinese organisation working on Great Wall conservation. We got in contact with the Society last year before we set off on our endless journey and were fortunate enough to meet the Secretary-General Dong Yaohui and the society’s editor, Yan Daojun.

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Mr Dong leading us to the sea

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Mr Yan outside Laolongtou

Mr Dong, a leading expert on the wall and one often sought out by the media for comment, was one of the first men to walk the entire length of the Great Wall. He has published numerous books and articles on the wall and works tirelessly for its preservation. But despite his incredibly busy schedule, he has still managed to make time for us on two very important occasions – our send-off in Jiayuguan, and our finish in Shanhaiguan.

Neither of these would have been as large occasions as they were if it weren’t for the amazing organisational skills of Mr Yan Daojun, who, with three days’ notice, arranged a trip to Shanhaiguan and for local media and government officials to be waiting for us at the end. His contacts are endless, his enthusiasm and energy boundless, and the help and support that he has given us were invaluable for our trip.

Mr Li Hong and family

We have often included drivers in our list of Wall Angels before. That’s because, when we have to base ourselves in a town when faced with obstacles like a broken foot and the like, drivers become invaluable in transporting us to and from the wall. But Mr Li wasn’t just a driver, he was also a friend, an organiser and, on terribly short notice, a great photographer.

We met Mr Li in the town of Qinhuangdao. The heat had forced us to base ourselves there because it just wasn’t possible for us to carry our fully laden backpacks up and over the Hebei mountains in addition to the eight or so litres of water that we would each need every day. With heat in the high 30s, humidity a lot higher, and ne’er a flat spot of walking in sight, one litre of water would be sweated out in about 10 minutes.

So we found Mr Li and commenced what was to become an invaluable working relationship and an even more special friendship. Not sure if he was really ready for the 6:30am starts and the 8pm finishes, but he never complained. And we’re not sure if he was ready for the exploration we had to do, the drives through small villages looking for the wall and the negotiating with the locals that was involved, but he took it all in his stride.

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Mr Li, Sabrina and Mrs Huang

When Emma’s parents arrived Mr Li took on the role of tour guide, taking care of them while we were sweating our way up the mountains and calling us on our mobile phone when he needed someone to translate at the restaurant (“Do your parents want rice or noodles?”). When the day finally came to reach the end, he brought his wife, Mrs Huang, and daughter, Sabrina, along who were both wonderful in helping to set up the stage for the finishing function. And at Laolongtou, when we were speechifying and raising our arms in the air and generally running around out of control, Mr Li took control of our cameras and made sure we had good photos of the occasion – he took most of the photos in our final post, above.

Like all good connected Chinese men, he has a QQ number (internet video phone), and pretty soon so will we. That means we’ll be able to stay in contact over the internet and send each other photos. Who knows, maybe Sabrina will even visit us in Sydney. In a very short time, he became a good and trusted friend, and he will be sorely missed.

Guang Guang, Beijing Municipality and Hebei Province

Well, we’ve rambled our way across our final jurisdictions, Hebei province and Beijing municipality. These eastern areas we hiked through were different in many ways from the western provinces – more populous, greener, much more mountainous. But the overriding theme of our time in the east was the return of summer.

It’s hard to believe we were camping in snow just over two months ago. By the final two weeks of our trip, the corn had grown high, people were selling vegetables from their courtyard gardens, and the first wheat harvest was already underway.

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Most people still harvest by hand

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Busy like a Brueghel painting

Summertime is also vacation time, and for once we weren’t the only tourists out on the road. The wall traces a giant semi-circle around most of Beijing’s weekend getaway spots, where we joined thousands of Beijingers taking their holidays. We also had some distinguished holiday guests – Dean and Brenda Fletcher – who traveled from Kansas to spend a week with us!

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Dean and Brenda (Brendan’s parents) with us at Jinshanling

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Emma with a cool summer lunch of fresh veg, dipping sauce and cold roasted chicken

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At the little fishing villages everyone is issued a bamboo pole . . .

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. . . and if you catch one they’ll grill it on the spot

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All the restaurants serve wild mountain herbs – here, try some!

You can have too much summer, though. In mid-June the weather turned extremely, even dangerously hot. Every day we had temperatures between 35° and 40°, up to 41° on one day. Add in 50-60% humidity, and you have hiking conditions that are always uncomfortable, often punishing, and present a real threat of heat exhaustion.

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Brendan after cooling down under a waterfall

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This baby goat had collapsed of heat exhaustion. It began to recover shortly after Emma took it to the shade of a nearby watchtower, where its herd was resting.

But on the more temperate days, summer gives everyone a chance to get outside and do the sorts of summer things people do anywhere – go to outdoor markets, throw a bit of meat on the fire and have a beer, or just hang out on the side of the road. Whether we’ve spent days getting to know them or just a few minutes chatting under the shade of a tree, one of the great joys of our trip – and probably the thing that will stick with us longest – has been meeting the wonderful, generous, friendly people of rural China. We will miss them.

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A weaver and his loom

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Yarn piling up in front of a wheelbarrow

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And we thought our packs were heavy

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Sprinkling spices on some chuanzi’s (mutton skewers)

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Demonstrating proper chuanzi consumption technique

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A man on a mission

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The Australian Ginger Rogers and . . . the Chinese Ginger Rogers

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Fresh produce and a new bag of tobacco – what’s not to smile about?

The Homestretch

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Brendan sniffing the sea air

You’d think that after more than 3500 kilometres, we’d have seen about everything there is to see on the wall. It’s certainly true that not everything is as fresh as it once was, and we’re very tired and ready to go home.

Still, the wall somehow manages to astound us on a daily basis, and not just because of how outrageously hard it is to walk along. There are several hundred kilometres of wall in eastern Hebei, between Beijing and Shanhaiguan, and in many ways the Hebei wall combines the best aspects of Beijing’s famous but heavily touristed sites and the less well-known parts of the wall in the west.

The wall traverses several geological zones on its march to the sea, or so it seems – geology’s not a real strong point with us. We do know pretty rocks though, and we’ve enjoyed watching the wall change colour and mood in concert with its geo-environment.

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Like a patchwork quilt of colours

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The Marble Great Wall, near Baiyangyu

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The mist makes for slippery rocks, but it does heighten the colours

Much of the Hebei wall lies in ruins. Bricks and cut stone have been stripped from the foundations, arrowholes have been stolen by vandals, and in places, it’s difficult to tell whether stone walls are merely a foundation or the wall in its entirety. But sad as it is to see the wall deteriorate, you’ve gotta admit, some of the ruins are picturesque.

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A stone door arch

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This tower’s roof has collapsed, allowing sunlight in

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Inexplicably, small sections remain even when everything around them has crumbled

Despite the ravages of time, we’ve also seen some unusual architectural features in Hebei that we’ve seen nowhere else in their original setting.

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One of the few two-storey towers we’ve seen outside reconstructed sections

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Every watchtower has either brick or stone doorway arches, but it’s unusual to see the two styles side by side

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One of the few character carvings we have seen

The most important thing to know about eastern Hebei’s scenery is that it is almost completely mountainous – just when we’ve hauled ourselves up one mountain, another one looms up in front of us. The wall manages to stick to ridges most of the time, with long, incredible drop-offs on one or either side, but eventually, unfortunately for us hikers, it has to come down. Having said that, it is probably one of the most beautiful sections we have seen.

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The wall hugging the cliff near Shanhaiguan

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Classic Chinese pine trees on one side, farmers’ terraces on the other

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Where the wall hits the cliff at Jiumenkou, Nine Gate Pass, 15 kilometres from Shanhaiguan

Shanhaiguan, Here We Come

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After over a year of walking and countless arguments about which way to go, the end is actually in sight. Literally!!! Tomorrow, Saturday July 7, 2007 (7/7/07), we will reach Old Dragon’s Head at Shanhaiguan and conclude our Walking the Wall adventure.

We still have a few things to wrap up (like the last five k’s), so stay tuned for our farewell posts and photos. We’ll publish them over the next couple of days (once we’ve managed to yank the beer can out of Brendan’s hand and prise the wine glass from Emma’s clutches).

Hitting the Wall

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Marathon runners use the phrase “hitting the wall” to describe a feeling that usually sets in about three-quarters of the way through the race, where your legs get heavy, your breathing becomes laboured, and you feel an overwhelming desire to just give up.

Applying the three-quarters rule to our marathon Great Wall trip, we’ve been hitting the wall for about 1000 kilometres now!

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Must break through the wall, must break through the wall

Walking is a lower impact activity than running, though, and in truth we’ve been holding up fine physically and well enough mentally. But our trip did change dramatically at the three-quarters mark, and in ways not dissimilar to “hitting the wall.” Basically, the hiking became much, much, much, much (how much?) much more difficult.

From Jiayuguan through western Hebei, walking the wall is probably about as easy a trip as you could expect for any route that crosses deserts and mountain ranges; has no trail, marked or unmarked; and is poorly mapped. The landscape is open, the footing is good more often than not, and as long as you can see the wall – and you usually can – it’s tough to get too lost. From the western border of Beijing municipality to Shanhaiguan, however, the Great Wall is a different animal.

The first difficulty is simply finding the wall. In Beijing municipality (a territory of 17,000 square kilometres that includes large rural areas as well as the city of Beijing), the wall runs along a range of mountain that form a horseshoe shape enclosing the city and its hinterlands, but it does not run anything like continuously. Where there are gaps, or passes, in the mountains, the wall can be impressive and elaborate; but once it ascends from these low points, it often stops abruptly at a cliff or disappears among a maze of sawtooth ridges. For us hikers that means that we get to spend a few hours puffing and grunting and sweating our way up a hill – only to find out that there’s a cliff or a peak that makes it impossible to go any further.

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The wall disappearing up a peak

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Emma picking her way through a gap back to the wall

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The small box in the middle of the photo is a watchtower – we didn’t quite make it to that one

The wall becomes more continuous in eastern Hebei as it makes its final push toward the sea, but the going doesn’t get any easier. Parts of the wall are so overgrown that it’s difficult to make any progress at all, while on some parts the only practical path is a narrow strip of stone or brick at the edge of the wall.

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Sometimes the vegetation next to the wall is even worse than what grows on it

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But back on the wall, the only bit you can walk on is usually next to a 5-metre drop

Where the wall is free of vegetation, the footing can be so bad that we’re both reduced to tears, or at least extended fits of swearing. If it’s not steep it’s rocky, if it’s not rocky part of the wall has fallen away, if the wall’s not falling apart . . . it’s steep!

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Am I there yet?

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The wall can be this rocky for miles on end

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Working around a section that’s collapsed

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And most of the time, going down is far worse than going up

But we can’t complain too much. If there weren’t any hard bits, how could we ever get cool pictures of Emma looking like a real mountaineer?

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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

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!