Just another coke on the wall
“Ice-a water, coke-a”, comes the cry as I approach the tower,
“tin yuan”. It’s hot up here in the mountains outside Beijing and hiking for 10km along a mainly runied section of the great wall is a tiring business. I brought as much water as I could carry but the local hawkers are onto a good thing with their ice-a water and coke-a. So much for communism.
“Wuh”, I reply holding up five fingers; this is met with a scowl 
and some attempt at negotiation, but the woman quickly realises that I’m not going to settle for more than wuh and hands me the can. As I leave the tower I pause to admire the view. The wall stretches away in front of me across the top of the mountains and into the haze. It truly is an incredible sight.
