I wanted to experience the real Great Wall. I found instructions on hiking from Jiankou to Mutianyu online and decided to take this route to see both unrestored and restored parts of the wall. However, with 2G service barely working on my phone and not wanting to get too lost, I decided last-minute to sign up for a group hike with Beijing Hikers, a group founded by expats from Australia.
Just one cross-street away from my hostel is 簋街路, or "Ghost Street". Rumor has it during the Qing Dynasty, the gate at Dongzhimen was used to transport corpses to the city edges for burial. With the coffin transportation and cim lighting from oil lamps, the street became known by its current name。
For the past month I've been living in Beijing. My hostel is in a hutong, the narrow alleyways of traditional Beijing. These have been now made increasingly busy (and potentially dangerous) with the popularization of cars, motorcycles, and all kinds of electric vehicles and carts.
Liverpool is and has always been a working class city, a port city. Liverpudlians are also known as 'scousers', and are said to have the strongest accents in all of England- which proved correct when I went to a hilarious comedy show on my second night and understood only about 50% of what was going on.
For two days in Morocco, Celeste and I hiked through Berber villages in the Azzaden Valley. Historically, Berbers are the natives of North Africa, often either living near mountains and farming or living by oasis's in the deserts. We knew our tour included a guide, what we didn't know was that a chef and mule (named Katrina) were also joining us! Following are scenes from our two day hiking experience.