Northern China is experiencing its fair share of rainfall this week, and this morning’s trip up Tianeman Mountain (‘Heaven’s Gate’ Mountain) was, by all accounts, a bit of a washout.

I think this pose represents Kung Fu. The locals don’t seem to mind Jem talking to them in a Chinese accent or practising his martial arts for the camera

Rainfall is higher than average for this time of year. It is lucky then that there is a vendor selling shoe sheaths and plastic raincoats on every corner.

The cableway to the top of the mountain claims to be the longest in the world; a total length of 7,455 metres, and an ascent of 1,279 metres.

The trip to the summit in the cablecar takes 24 minutes
Here, you can just see the pedestrian walkway through the mist
WHITE OUT

Had the weather behaved, then this is what we would have seen.

The ‘Heaven’s Gate’ at the top of 999 steps, which cheerful OAPs were powering up like Duracell bunnies. These three photos were taken from the Internet.
The road down, if you choose to take the bus, allegedly has 99 hairpin bends. This seemed implausible in our opinion
The mountain is also celebrated for its 3 glass walkways. Today, they served as more of an opaque ice rink, which presented an unintended type of excitement 

As we descended the mountain, Jem was mobbed yet again by old ladies who flock to him like moths to a flame. I mean, they are only human, but his celebrity status is becoming something of legend (in his mind). Before the final descent, an insistent mother threw her protesting child at him for his third photoshoot of the weekend.

Work it baby

Yesterday in downtown Zhangjiajie, which is just off the tourist trail, we were both followed, photographed, and pointed at, like some kind of mobile side show of British freakery. School children crowded around us, reciting random English words and staring at my jazzy leggings.

Downtown Zhangjiajie, which features a huge and sprawling underground shopping centre
Yes, you saw that right! It’s a dinosaur an adult can ride around the shopping centre! Some grown ups didn’t even have a child aboard 🫡

But it wasn’t just the punters following us around town. In every shop, we had a dedicated shop assistant who would walk six inches behind at all times, observing every movement, picking up everything we looked at, and putting it in our hands.

Another urban peril includes the treacherous zebra crossings, which signify that drivers should accelerate towards you and brake at the very last minute or swerve around you with inches to spare.

Dining can also be an exciting game of Russian Roulette, where menu translations provide little insight into the meals on offer, and the accompanying photos resemble your communal garden beef or chicken (but are definitely not). One thing is for certain; we have MSG coming out of our eyeballs.

We continue our adventure to Yangshuo tomorrow, seven hours south on the train. The sun shines, and limestone towers offer some of the country’s finest rock climbing.

However, Jem will never prise my beloved plastic booties from my feet. I wonder if they fit over climbing shoes 🤔
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