“The mountains are so dominant
that some days the people refuse
to look at them as children
turn away from the fathers who beat them.”
– Jim Harrison
We paid the villagers a dollar each to carry our tents and food and water mile after mile along the Dragon’s Back.
The humidity and heat like a backhand across the face as we climbed to a remote mountain fortress on the Great Wall of China.
A dollar. Think about that. They were happy for it – old women and children were less expensive than donkeys. I’ve never felt monstrous before, a Great White Father.
I know the Mandarin for “Foreign Devil”, said with a smile when we paid them. Yáng guǐzi. 洋鬼子
We spent our night in the Dragon’s Teeth.