Last Saturday, my friend Loong and I headed out to the Great Wall at Mutianyu. Despite the rain and heavy fog, we bravely exposed ourselves and our cameras to the elements as we slowly made it up the steep stairs. Many visitors stayed away because of the lousy weather leaving vast stretches of the wall all to ourselves. Soon, it turned colder and rain became snow. Once we reached the top, we found ourselves in a winter fairyland with the snow covered wall meandering at our feet. An unique experience for my friend who is from tropical Singapore and has never seen snow before. But even for a Swiss it was an impressive sight. The beauty had its price though: Going down the wall in these conditions was a rather scary experience due to the treacherously slippery steps all the way down. Luckily, we made it out alive so I could bring back these impressions for you.
This blog post was first published on www.theworldofchinese.com during my internship as photojournalist in Beijing, China, from November 2012 to January 2013. These three months have been the coldest and due to the language barrier and Chinese culture also some of the most challenging in my life. Nevertheless I hope to someday return to this country full of discrepancy and funny people.
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