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... highest point which seemed to be a 15 minute climb away. Yeh right. The Great Wall was built in case the Mongols ever invaded (which they never did, good old paranoia again!) and so was constructed across the tops of the mountains for about 1200 miles following every contour. The steps began quite steep but as they were built by little Chinese legged dudes and I was excited I began taking the steps 2 at a time, overtaking all the wheezing dumplings ...
After waking up this morning, I relaxed by listening to some music.
Then I left to get an egg pancake from a vendor outside the cafeteria. I still had no idea what he was saying in Chinese. So, I just nodded when he pointed at the sauces. Once I got my pancake, I ate it at a bench.
Then I dashed to my Chinese class. My professor wrote everything in character on the board. When I had to read something, I had no idea how to pronounce them because I still relied ...
... of the Forbidden City and took the first guide who offered to show us around - June (or something that sounds like that), a history and art student who first showed us to the university exhibition of art works produced by the students and professors. I actually ended up buying a piece which I really liked but am sure to look at back in Dippach and think to myself what an idiot I was.
The tour was well worth it - fascinating actually and ...
... to try to post some pictures--mostly just poor quality shots from inside the bus, but whatever. Also there are a couple of the meal I ate on the airplane. It didn't taste very good, but also I was feeling sick and only ate about half of it. That's pretty much all I've eaten in the last thirty hours...I think I can hear my totally empty stomach promising me that the vegetarian China diet is definitely going to prepare me for cross country season.
... In fact, this morning an old lady almost hit
me with what we used to call a “snot-rocket” back in elementary school.
Despite this, I woke up early this morning, excited to see
the city and careful not to wake the female Chinese twenty-somethings I’d oddly
been placed in a room with. Unbeknownst
to me, due to my late-night arrival, my hostel is situated in a traditional
alley called a hutong. ...