Chapter 22
“Only one problem with our Moonlight Visit to the Wall, I guess,” I said to Josh as we finally stepped out of the car in the parking lot at the base of the Mutianyu section.
“No moon?”
I mimicked Katie’s finger-on-nose gesture for “You got it.”
We had gone back to the hotel after DVD shopping and retired to our respective rooms for a quick snooze and a shower, then met in the deserted lobby at 1:45, each of us carrying a cup of the reprehensible in-room coffee. Susan’s husband had been very smiley and friendly, but he spoke no English, so he popped a surprisingly hip lounge CD in the player and drove us through the night in silence.
“If you get the chance,” I had told Josh during the ride, “you should still go to the Wall during the day. Here, where I think we’re going, the
