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On the Great Wall of China, not the Best Place for Misunderstandings
Visiting the #GreatWallofChina was an unforgettable experience ... for many reasons. Aside from personally seeing a #worldwonder, there were also some little interesting #adventures and #misadvantures in between.
I take tour guides very rarely, I do it only when I feel going by myself could make me waste time or not properly appreciate what I’m meant to visit.
These are the main reasons why I booked a guided tour to go to the Great Wall of China last August.
It’s fair to say that at the time I had been in China for about two weeks and I didn’t speak a word of Mandarin, which made all communication impossible since locals spoke no English.
After the Ming Tombs, all due “shopping stops” and the lunch, in the afternoon we finally made it to the longed spot, what we all had been waiting for.
We finally made it to the longed spot, what we all had been waiting for
Although everybody knew that the fact that the Great Wall is visible from the moon is a myth, we were nevertheless looking forward to walking on one of the most awe-inspiring world’s wonders.
Great Wall Hiking
Forbidden City Guided Tour (Palace Museum)
Our guide warned us from the bus; “Today is one of the worst days to visit the Great Wall, it’s not just during summer holidays, it’s also the weekend!”
the worst days to visit the Great Wall, it’s not just during summer holidays, it’s also the weekend
We got what she meant as soon as we arrived; a huge human flow was spread-out all along the Wall, from the entrance to the top. Most of them were Chinese, and this is where I had the full idea of being in the most populous country on earth. I felt like the whole population was there on the same day as me.
In her shaky English, our guide, who didn’t come with us all the way up to the Wall, instructed us to go back through the same path we used to go up. That made sense when we started our march, but once at the top, it didn’t really seem to be so straightforward.
We got swept by the continuous flow of people, both on our way up and when we were starting our descent towards the modern world. We tried to go down the same route we used to come up, religiously following our guide’s instructions, but it was physically impossible as the enormous crowd of civil pilgrims wouldn’t allow us to go against the flow.
We got swept by the continuous flow of people ... it was physically impossible as the enormous crowd of pilgrims would't allow us to go against the flow
As we didn’t see anybody defying (nor trying to, for that matter) such a powerful human flood, we follow the trend and went down the very parallel route. “What’s the harm?” I thought. “We are still here!”
The famous last words. In less than no time, and in a way that still remains a mystery to me, we ended up in an unknown land. Nothing was like we remembered, the way down proved to be harder than its corresponding uphill climb, instead of a paved way, we found a path bristled with pitfalls and little rolling stones, the big door at the exit was different from when we entered (it was supposed to be the same), the little souvenir shops were not there anymore, and more importantly, our bus was not there.
We tried to ask the other tourists, who amazingly happened to be all Chinese, and whenever they caught the word “exit” they all pointed us the same direction.
As every other thing, also the parking looked different, much less crowded, different shops, not familiar at all.
I was with my parents and we soon realized we were lost. We didn’t speak a word of Chinese, nobody spoke a word of English, we had never felt so unable to communicate and to ask for help that day. And if this wasn’t enough, the blazing heat didn’t help us see straight.
We didn’t speak a word of Chinese, nobody spoke a word of English
We called our guide and when we described what we were seeing, she unveiled the truth: “Oh my, you are in Mongolia!” “What?!” We echoed.
“Oh my, you are in Mongolia!” “What?!” We echoed.
Wasn’t Mongolia another country? When did we cross the border? How did we end up out of China?
To our (little) relief, we had not crossed any border, we ended up in Inner Mongolia, still a part of China, precisely the former country whose nomadic tribes used to invade China and to stop which the Han Chinese built the Great Wall.
However, this didn’t make things easy for us. We gave our phone to a taxi driver so he could talk to our guide and understand where to take us, but we soon found out that not all cabs could drive to the other side of the wall, so we had to find one with the right license.
but we soon found out that not all cabs could drive to the other side of the wall, so we had to find one with the right license
When we finally found the way, we were worn-out, and although we suspected that this was going to be our favourite joke to tell family and friends back home, at the time we had no energy left even for a little chuckle.
If it wasn’t evident before, after our adventure, it become crystal clear how important was for me to learn Chinese if I had any intention of staying in China.
After six months, I’m by no means fluent, but I can communicate, I can manage to find the words to ensure a smooth survival, and last but no least, I can find my way home if I get lost.