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... again soon! Eventually we made it to the Great Wall, unimpressed that we had to buy another ticket for the cable car up to the top, but excited to finally explore the wall! We spent an hour and a half climbing up and down some pretty steep steps, almost gave up but eventually did make it to the top section for some great views. Our guide had said it usually takes about 10 minutes to walk to the end of our section of the wall, but in Lucy's famous words '10 minutes ...
... I did not check it out, but it seemed big from the outside. For ten minutes, I really tried to find La Bamba, a Mexican place I went to with Bethany, but I could not. So, I stumbled upon a bakery. When I tried to ask for a drink, the woman said no. She said that she could tell I barley spoke Chinese. I laughed.
I later returned to the subway station. When I was on it, music was playing. Not shocking that it was two old people begging for money. Oh ...
... towers that surround the lake, all with rich history and culture. I had Wei in my boat, so we enjoyed his stories while we rode around. He has so many hilarious stories from when he first came from China to America and how he adjusted to the culture.
After the boat ride, we continued on to Coal Hill, which is directly behind the last gate of the Forbidden City. The large hill was completely ...
... That seat is MINE next time, girl playing hooky from school!)
We had a great first night barhopping with Patrick (in town for business school) and Marilyn (in town for work) around the Dongcheng district. And spent the remainder of the time with Albie's parents who are currently living here.
We saw a Kung-Fu show (Poppop Mac would have loved it... Hi Poppop!), ate noodle soups, walked the Forbidden ...
... bikes, people walking, people selling goods on the street, people building houses, and walls, and buying food at markets. We drove by shanty towns and gigantic office buildings within five minutes of each other, and the whole time my taxi cab driver kept chatting and chatting away with my instructor.
When we arrived, my Chinese father was there waiting for me. He was a tall man at just a few inches shy of six feet, and well built with a rounded face. As I got out, ...