On the Thursday morning before my final final we woke up early and headed out to the subway, switched lines and got spat out at the foot of the road leading up to the mountain. We didn't really know where we were going (they have some signs, but they mostly indicate where the Ming tomb or Sun-Yat Sen's mausoleums are, not the actual path to the mountain. So we wandered, consulting maps as they came along, getting turned away by security guards, and finding our way to a hostel, which looked like a nice way to spend a few days.
|"Little grass doesn't have words, the gentleman please treasure them"|
We meandered around the area, taking the lesser paths to get away from the few people and enjoying the lack of city noises (unfortunately the smog follows where the cars end).
We walked up to and around the big tomb, which looks like part of the great wall was built and then cut off from it's other parts, with a tunnel straight up through the middle leading up. Behind the tomb we found a path that led back along the wall that surrounded the tomb, and we decided to follow it, first going up a hill and then descending down to walk right along the wall.
|A quiet little path|
It was crazy to think of how long this has stood here. In order to take in the beauty and silence, we stopped on the empty path for a pb&j and sat for a bit.
|If you look hard enough you can see the stripped down men|
|That's looking down, as in almost straight down|
|City through the smog|
We stood at the highest point surrounded by some high school punks who were hanging out, took some pictures with them, and then decided to go down. We had thought that there would be a chairlift ride to take us down, but of course to our luck it was shut down. So we began our descent, or as I like to call it, 'getting lost adventure'.
Well, we knew we weren't getting into where it was guarded, so we set off in the other direction. Walking, walking, walking. Out of water, as we had drank it all when we reached the top, assuming an easy trip down, and getting hungry after our mid-afternoon snack. When we finally made it down to a main road way, we asked the first uniformed man how to get back to the subway, decided that it would take too long, and caught a cab home.
It was a tiring but awesome trip. You could sort of see the city underneath the smog, a hazy mirage from so far away. We saw and heard lots of birds in addition to the sound of the forest. It was lovely. My calves proceeded to hurt for the next several days, but now that they're better, all I want to do is go conquer that mountain again.
P.S. Here are the pictures we took to give to Mr. Gong, our writing teacher. “谢谢宫老师” means "thank you teacher Gong", and “写作课C班” means "Writing class C"