Early start at the wall, where it’s minus fifteen degrees. So early, that I have to wake up the cable car operator.
I ride in the exact same carriage as Michele Obama. Not at the same time, obviously.
First glimpse of the wall. Not really. The first glimpse is all the usual tourist souvenir crap.
First one there, so it’s peaceful. For a while, at least.
Gets steeper and rougher higher up:
Especially once you climb over the barrier where you’re meant to stop, and carry on into the zone where you might receive a:
I don’t often take selfies…
… but:
so it’s justified.
