The rate at which Vicki's hair falls out has reached such proportions that the Chinese Authorities placed certain regulations upon our visit to the Great Wall. (She doen't know i'm writing this and wont be able to view it until we leave China).

The Great Wall of China at Simatai, pleasingly not overly restored and thus both suitably atmospheric and rugged enough to put off Chinese tour groups. Peace.

The Great Wall at Simatai. Old but still funny.

Vicki avoiding the walk back down from the Great Wall of China at Simatai.

Finding our way around the lanes of Beijing. Vicki got her head stuck in a rickshaw. And how it was that this machine did otherwise than complete and extravagent wheelie at this point remains a mystery, though a relief to Vicki's mum who has yet to properly unfold herself from this little trip.