The visibility is now down to a few meters all I can hear is the clinking of ski poles as they strike the rocks. A blanket of snow has now totally covered the surface of the wall. Every now and then the wall peeps through the mist;

With the 3000km mark drawing near and 3 months on the wall, it is really difficult to conceive what I have already been through. The desert seemed never ending as we traveled up the Hexi corridor along the silk route from Jauyigian. I felt like a marble

It’s been about 70 days of great weather. Plodding along the wall, the season has been slowly changing, passing the odd tree and seeing the light yellow leaves sea - sawing to the ground, the grass brown and dry, fields of corn plants with their long bone

We have pushed up north of Beijing following the wall to Gilbarco and into the mountain at Samutai and on. We now take a turn to the Southeast and deeper into the cold rugged unforgiving mountains which reach up to 2500 meters. The wall just continues to

With the mountain's harshness has come the beginnings of the Great rock Wall. It has been over 70 days on this journey and every few weeks I see a part of the wall which I feel is the most amazing sight that I have ever seen. A

I have read and heard about wild dogs in China. I have also been told numerous stories about them, “I think, maybe, maybe not! I won’t go into that”. From the beginning of our journey, in the Gobi area we saw very few. In Shaanxi the most,

Leaving Yulin we headed back into the now infamous rolling plains of the Shaanxi province, riding the rollercoaster of hills and dongas, dodging our way into the north and the biggest coal mining area in China and the world. Going was a little easier as we could

After over 50 days on the road you think you have seen all the desert can offer. Running along on a path next to the wall, things couldn’t be better. Ahead in the distance we could see the velvet brown hills of the Shaanxi province, a misty

It was a long chocking run through the coal mining area from Yulin, to Fugu and on to the Yellow River. To me, the crossing of the river gives rise to the second stage of our journey. The mountains, which also happen to be in 2 stages.

Cold. Weary from the weeks laboring through the mountains, we “Sluiped” out of our annex at the back of the farmer’s home, our refuge from the merciless winter that has now gripped the area. Sleeping along the way in tents has now become a bit risky as