Let me preface this by saying that I am not some loony China apologist. I don’t think it’s the greatest place in the world, I don’t think that everybody should come here and do the same thing that I’m doing, and I don’t hate America. In fact, these days, with the seemingly never-ending tide of English teachers flocking to Asia, I’m more inclined to advise them to just forget about China and go to the far less strenuous paradises of South Korea or Japan. Only to the most masochistic of would-be expatriates would I recommend China to, though I must admit that to a certain kind of personality, China is good fun at least for a while. For one thing, I can survive by working on 8 to 10 hours a week if I really wanted. And that’s on a diet of western food like pizza and hamburgers. I have met people here who work 30 hour weeks for 3 months, then just goof off the other nine months. China is cheap. You can split a livable apartment (2 bedrooms, a toilet, and a TV) for about 250US combined, you can get 600mL bottles of beer for about 20 cents, and I won’t bother explaining how cheap rice and noodles are. Plus, you don’t have to learn how to count to 6 billion just to buy a bag of dumplings.
I do, however, think that China is vastly misunderstood by just about everyone in the world. I’ve been here almost two years and I certainly don’t pretend to understand it, but I do have a sort-of empirical sense that China is far from the hyper-controlled autocratic wonderland that I was initially led to believe. Much like walking down any given street in Chicago, a stroll down a street in Beijing will reveal any number of the following: long-haired hippies wearing hemp shirts, metal-kids wearing Metallica shirts, businessmen and women in sharp suits, bubbly college girls giggling at hello kitty-like shit, gay guys holding hands, dirty ass manual laborers, rebellious teenagers wearing FUCK BUSH shirts…the list goes on. Perhaps Beijing is not a good representative sample of the Chinese population at large, but I have of course been all over to other places, and the same principle generally applies. This is not an apology, I have seen first hand the utter brutality of the system at work, but I would hope one does not choose to come (or not come) to China because of some half-conceived political notions. It is ultimately the people, the history, the culture that have kept me here, and though I might have any number of strong disagreements with the way the whole shebang is run (refer to my previous thread “How I Got Kicked Out of China” for ample examples…), that doesn’t really matter.
Anyhow, the point of this thread isn’t for me to wax philosophical, though I do love to do so. I’m pretty sure I’ve come to the point now where I am ready to move on from Beijing quite soon, and probably from China altogether. As such, I thought I would post up some of my more interesting photo adventures throughout the week, for any of those curious as to what China actually looks like. I’ve got a lot of freedom, so I’ve been all over, from broke-ass village slums to ritzy 5 star hotels, and I’ve tried my best to document all of it. If any of you have any questions, I can try my best to answer (or one of the other old China hands like DT might be able to answer if they feel so inclined).
For today, I’ve chosen to upload a series of photos I took on a great wall hike. My roommate John, his Vietnamese girlfriend Ying Shui, and I went on a two and a half day, 25k hike across the great wall, from the crumbling 500 year old remains of 古北口 (gubeikou) to the redone tourist wonderland at 司马台 (simatai). To give you a bit of an idea what this hike entailed, you can see this map of the Beijing great wall section.
The section we hiked as from 5 to 3. The Beijing section of the Great Wall was one of the most important sections, since the Ming and Qing Dynasties chose to locate their capital in Beijing. The region is perfect for building a wall, with many steep mountains that the Chinese could gain the upper ground on. There are many rumors that the wall was used as a “highway” but it is obvious this was not true, at least not around here. The wall was often built at the steepest and highest sections of the mountains, and to even imagine a carriage traversing those steep cliffs is humorous to say the least.
We started our adventure in the early afternoon by bus. It would take about 2 and a half hours to reach the outer suburb of Miyun, and from there we would have to take a private taxi to gubeikou. Luckily for us, the road to Miyun is a nice, modern four-lane road. Driving in China can be a bit scary, but two-lane roads are the worst.
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My camera is a bit old these days, and has traveled to over 12 different countries with me. I should really replace the battery, but I just haven’t gotten around to it. I knew I would not be able to charge the battery during the trip, so I had to conserve the juice until we got to the wall. I tried to snag a couple photos on the way though. Our plan was to get to the base of the gubeikou wall before sunset, spend the night at the base, then begin the hike in the morning of the second day. After arriving in Miyun, we found a private cab to take us to the wall. To make it cheaper, we split the ride with two other Chinese guys going to a different section of the wall past where we were going. So all 5 of us squeezed into a tiny little Chinese Xiali. John being the biggest took the passenger seat, but I at least got to put his girlfriend on my lap for the 100 minute trip out there. Worse things have happened. We got plenty of opportunities to brush up on our colloquial Chinese with the other guys in the car.
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We spent the night in this little cottage for about 5 dollars. There was no running water or electricity, but that didn’t matter. We made a little fire outside and shot the breeze until we were sufficiently drunk on warm Qingdaos, then hit the sack.
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The hike up to the actual wall was probably the most difficult part. The gubeikou section of the wall is completely unrestored, and it is not exactly an advertised section of the wall for tourists to go. There are some stone steps up to the top, but the people we spent the night with advised us to go the long way for better views. We were in no hurry, so we took about an hour to hike the 200m or so up to the top. I took this picture about halfway up when the wall first came into sigh.
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We finally reached the topic, and John decided to celebrate by apparently molesting his girlfriend. At this point, the wall is little more than some crumbling stones at the top of the hill.
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