The great wall of Pan Long Shan, the Mountain of the Curling Dragon.
The most visited sections of the Chinese great wall (长城, Cháng Chéng) are Badaling and Mutianyu, which are quite close to Beijing and easy to reach by public transportation.
The problem is that there are so many tourists and, more than being on the defense bastions of the Middle Kingdom, you have the impression of being teleported in Times Square for New Year’s Eve. Another disturbing detail is that the original “wall” gets lost among renovations, shops and Disney style toboggans.
Resolute to visit the wild wall I decided to reach Gubeikou, an ancient village one hundred and twenty kilometers North of Beijing from which depart two sections of the Great Wall: 卧虎山 (Wò Hǔ Shān, Mountain of the Crouching Tiger) and 蟠龙山 (Pán Lóng Shān, Mountain of the Curling Dragon).
It’s here that most of the wars between the Chinese empire and the “barbarian” took place.
How to reach Gubeikou
It’s nine a.m. when I arrive at Dong Zhi Men bus station (东直门交枢纽, just get at Dong Zhi Men subway station and follow the panels for the “bus station”) and walk straight to the waiting line for the bus number 980 that arrives to 密云 (Miyun).
I ask to my neighbors and, as I expected, I can buy the ticket on the bus (it costs fifteen kuai). Find a seat is not a problem either as there is a bus that departs every ten minutes.
An hour and an half later we arrive to Miyun bus station (密云长途车站, Miyun changtu chezhan), which is also the end of the line. I’m the only white devil and receive a lot of – unwanted – attentions:
“Taxi taxi,” bark two guys.
“Qu nali? Qu nali? Chang cheng, dui ma?” Where you go, where you go, great wall?
They are not taxi drivers, just random dudes that offer to take you to Gubeikou – or whatever you want – with their car. Joe, the owner of the The Great Wall Box House, the hostel I booked for the night, wrote to me that if I bargain I can cut the price to one hundred and twenty kuai.
I prefer to get on the bus 密25 (Mi25) that, always according to Joe, passes every hour till four p.m., costs seven kuai and will arrive to Gubeikou in less than two hours. I cross the street, turn right and walk one hundred meters to the stop of the bus 密25.
It’s seem easy. What a shame I have to wait an hour with the peasants that approach me one after the other to convince me today there is no bus and sooner or later I will be forced to get a “cab”.
They all feign a smart ass smile. Psychological war. I don’t surrender and resign myself to wait.
At the end the bus arrives and, two hour later, I get off at Gubeikou (just check the panels and you will not get lost). I follow Joe’s instructions:
Walk back through the tunnel we just crossed with the bus (one hundred meters) and then follow the street South the river till you reach a panel with the name of the hostel. Cardinal points always confuse me, especially when there is no sun. Hence I just follow a random way getting lost quite soon. I then come back to the starting point and call The Great Wall Box House.
The steps that lead to Pan Long Shan.
Then minutes later a girl with a big smile appears:
“Ni hao I’m Sophie and I work at the Great Wall Box. Let’s go!”
In the case you also have troubles on distinguish North and South, I will make it easy for you: walk back through the gallery and then turn left at the second small street (the one without the big entry door). Keep going for about two hundred meters and you will see the panel of the hostel on your left.
I’m too tired for climbing the great wall. So I just walk around the village, which is quite interesting, and postpone the hiking till tomorrow.
Where to go: Pan Long Shan or Wo Hu Shan?
The day after I wake up at seven a.m., I curse against the whether and resign to explore the wall with very limited visibility due to the clouds full of water. Also, I opt for Pan Long Shan section, the curling dragon, because it’s the closer to the hostel.
It’s so close that after less than ten minutes I’m already defying the monster. The first part is the most dangerous as you have to climb the rump of dragon using an approximate stairs.
I’m a bit afraid of heights and the perspective offered by the stairs makes me stagger. The floor is slippery because of the rain of yesterday night and the lens 70-200mm of the Canon 600D hanging up from my neck doesn’t help my already precarious equilibrium.
I think that if I lip and break my neck at least I would have died in a mythic location…
I reach the top of the stairs and I understand it will not be so easy as I thought. You must pay the fact that this section of great wall has never been renovated: there is no lateral protection and, if you suffer from vertigo, this may be an issue.
I breath, change the 70-200 with a 35mm lens that makes my Canon much more compact and light, and I start to walk.
After about ten minutes I get used to walk between two cliffs and I start enjoying the landscapes and the solitude.
The great wall has always been one of my favorite spots, because of its mythic connotation…
I remember the first time I visited it in 2008 I sent a text message to my father from Mutianyu:
“I’m on the great wall, I can spot the hordes of Gengis Khan riding their horse.”
Pan Long Shan is quite different from Mutianyu or Badaling, where you have to slalom through the tourists. Here up to the curling dragoon there is nobody, only me and my Canon.
After less than an hour the wall becomes impassable and I’m forced to enter the wood for a while. I follow the arrows and, walking parallel to the wall, I’m able to come back soon on the crest of the dragoon.
I stroll for an indefinite number of hours till it starts to rain and I decide to walk back to the last fork, where there is a stairs (this time without cliffs) that bring me back to the road for Gubeikou.
Sunset on Wo Hu Shan great wall.
What about you? What’s your favorite great wall section?