Continued stories from China...

Many of you have already heard the story. But for those who haven't - here's a tale for you...

We awoke early on November 10th , prepped for one of the greatest wonders of the World - the Great Wall of China. The hostel had arranged a tour for us to a secret spot, a place no other tourists frequented. An hour bus ride turned into three hours and we finally arrived at said spot. A 30 minute hike led us up a mountain to the point we could climb the wall.

We walked around, photographed ourselves, enjoyed the scenary and turned around to climb down. As we did so, our guide stopped us, "No, the bus has already left. We have to hike 3 hours on the wall to get back to the bus; approximately 4 kilometers." What!? Grumbles erupted and since we really had no other option, began moving our legs.

Two hours into our hike we'd made some good progress. A couple of other fellow hostel stayers were with us and I'd struck up an interesting conversation with the Englishman behind me. I carefully watched my feet to ensure they didn't land in some precarious, slippery gravel - as feet are wont to do. Ginger walked through an arch in front of me, I turned around to say something and then proceeded. The next thing I knew I was on the ground. A stone beam protruding from the arch had attacked me! Blood gushed from my forehead and the Englishman I'd landed on didn't quite know what to do with me. Thankfully Josh wasn't too far behind and came to my

rescue. They picked me up and carried me through the arch and Ginger began working her First Responder Magic doctoring my head. Also thankfully, the cut was not too deep and after they'd staunched the wound, I was able to climb the rest of the way down the Wall. It left a nice little scar making for a nice little story.

Thanks to everyone who helped keep me alive in my treacherous situation! Much love!:)

This picture is after they cleaned up most of the blood!