Trans-Siberian
Express - Hiking the Great Wall
Joanna
Lumley
Visiting
the Great Wall of China is something I’ve dreamt of since I was a little
girl in Hong Kong, being so close to it, but not able to go because
China was off limits. We tracked down a man called William
Lindsay, a Yorkshireman who fell in love with the Great Wall as a
schoolboy and knew he’d spend the rest of his life living with and
charting it. He’s married to a Chinese woman, and they have a
house with an open courtyard, where we slept before rising at 3am. We
had a coffee and set off into the jungle under a full moon
We hiked and hiked, and then, eventually, we came to it
just before dawn — this massive stone edifice. There was just
enough light to see a faint trace snaking far, far away over the crests
of the hills, punctuated by crenellated garrison towers. As
dawn arrived, the peach-coloured light began to pick out the shape of
the Wall and there were peacocks calling each other in the valleys, that
weird sound echoing through the mist
The Wall is menacing yet crumbling. William is
determined to use every opportunity to show the shabby bits, to draw
attention to them. China doesn’t seem to care for old things in
the way we do, but it’s beginning to get shrewd about such things, to
recognise that these treasures must be protected |