Recently, I left my apartment in Beijing at about 11 am to pick up my
ticket to Badaling, the closest train station to one of the Great Wall
entrances (the closest to Beijing and therefore one of the most
touristy). Since I had some extra time to kill, I had some lunch with
my friend Rachel (best noodles ever, picked up from a little roadside
noodlestand for less than a dollar for two bowls) before getting on the
2 pm train. I should add here that I did the whole trip alone, and
that I'm also very glad I did.
The train ride to Badaling was nice, very beautiful- as soon as you
leave the city, you're surrounded by mountains and greenery and its so
calming, especially after weeks of city life. The first time I saw the
wall was from the train, and, I immediately started smiling pretty wide
- I just couldn't help it. I've heard about The Great Wall so often
since I was a kid that it was pretty intense to finally be within its
presence. It looked so beautiful - everything around it was so green
and the way the sunlight struck it made it shine like gold.
Once I got to Badaling, I started the hike up to the Great Wall from the
train station. Its high in the mountains, so the hike starts
practically the second you get out of the train. The air is much
cleaner up there, but of course its so thin its really not that
different from breathing in Beijing. Unfortunately, it was about 4 by
the time we got there and my train back to Beijing left at 6:30, so I
didn't actually have that much time up there.
The place itself is amazing. It kind of sucks at first because there's
just
so many people, but once I hiked about twenty minutes the crowd
really thinned out. Unfortunately, Badaling is a restored section of
the wall (the last unrestored section was put under construction a few
months ago), so it wasn't completely "authentic" but the restoration
stuck pretty close to original specifications from what I can tell. At
least, sections of the wall are so incredibly steep that I had to pause
to rest as I scaled them. I climbed pretty far along and made it to the
top of Hero's Peak, which is either the tallest point on the wall or
just near Badaling, I'm not entirely sure. Judging by how rough the hike
was though, I'd totally believe the first one.
Before I got to Hero's Peak, I met two people here, a guy who moved
here 19 years ago after falling in love with China during a study abroad
trip, and his uncle who teaches at Purdue. They were the first people
on this trip that recognized my Texas Aggie tshirt (other than my
friend Dan, who has a longhorn father).
After I got to the top of Hero's Peak, I turned off my camera and sat
down in some shade, trying to meditate on the fact that I was there,
that I was at *The Great Wall.* I tried to memorize the way the breeze
felt and the cool, solid stones behind my back; I wanted to focus on the
living part of it. Especially now that I'm so focused on making it as a
photographer, I so often feel like I get stuck behind the camera,
seeing everything but not really witnessing it, and I wanted to be a
witness to that moment. It was one of the rare ones where there was no
one within sight or hearing distance and I almost felt like I had the
wall all to myself. I leaned back and stared at the sky, the first time
I'd seen it truly blue in over a month, and with my eyes I followed the
snaking progression the wall made in either direction from the point
where I sat, the tan stone battlements and watch towers one with the
mountains and nature they curled through.
The whole scene had a pure earthly quality about it. I almost wrote
"otherwordly," but that's entirely false -it was perfectly earthly. The
whole place seemed like it belonged, like it had sprung up straight
from nature, like it had always been there and always would be. The
place was stoic - it had seen attacks waged, battles won. It had been
forgotten, allowed to fall apart, and rediscovered, rebuilt. Over and
over again it has been rebuilt by men, and still it is something beyond
man, something ancient, wise, that can never be reckoned with. It will
watch the sun set tonight, the sun rise tomorrow, and the same will go
on beyond us, beyond our children, and beyond their children.
Of course, the moment there couldn't last forever. More hikers arrived,
and I realized I had reached the time when I needed to turn back in
order to make the last train back to Beijing.
I found my way off the wall and hiked in the actual woods to the side
of the wall on my way back down, which I definitely recommend trying
if/when you make it out there. There are sections of the wall,
especially in Badaling, where people are allowedto sell things, but if
you hike in the woods you can escape them. That walk gave me views of
the wall I would have never seen otherwise, and it was very peaceful
(not to mention cool in the shade). The hike down was also a little
easier, which my body seriously appreciated.
After such a nice time hiking (though I'll admit it was insanely hot,
and it definitely showed me that I'm not in the best shape of my life),
I was reluctant to return to the city. In fact, when I noticed I could
actually see the brown cloud of pollution hanging over the city from
pretty far out, I momentarily wanted to turn back. But I knew a bed and
a job and friends awaited me, so I didn't.
On the train ride back I was already thinking I'd like to go back to
the Great Wall someday. If its ever done being under construction and
the Chinese government allows it, I think it would be cool to hike the
whole length of it, and to sleep on it at night. Apparently you can get
special dispensations to camp there overnight now, so I assume it
wouldn't be terribly hard to wrangle a week or two long hike (I have no
idea how long a hike of that length would take).
[This text was originally posted back in July,
here. The photos are all new additions and, frankly,
mine. Stealing is rude.]
