From the Grand Canyon to the Great Wall

Book cover for From the Grand Canyon

Next month two of my travel stories will be published in a new travel anthology book called From the Grand Canyon to the Great Wall: Travelers’ Best, Worst, and Most Ridiculous Stories From The Road.

Book cover for From the Grand Canyon
The best travel book of the year!

From the outlandish and unimaginable to the routine and universal, world travelers get thrust (or thrust themselves) into just about every situation you could possibly think of. With From the Grand Canyon to the Great Wall: Travelers’ Best, Worst, and Most Ridiculous Stories From The Road, author and editor David Slenk has collected 67 of those creative, unique, interesting, touching, disastrous moments – in short, the best stories our travels have provided us. Stories from 54 different authors that take place in 45 different countries from all around the world.

Travel is a very powerful thing – whether your travel experience is full of one-week vacations, year-long globetrotting jaunts, missionary work or military deployment, travel affects everyone in both positive and negative ways. It shapes who we are and how we see the world. It exposes us to different cultures and new sights, and helps us connect with people we would never otherwise meet. It also brings with it scores of incredible nights, interesting conversations, brutal mistakes, and maybe even a handful of life-long friends.

So, are you a 100% self-confessed world traveler seeking inspiration for your next trip? Want to see how your worst mistake ranks with some of our most epic disasters? Or maybe you´re hoping to understand a bit of the life of a globe-trotter? Looking for inspiration for a trip of your own – or looking forward to wincing at our mistakes and self-inflicted problems, totally satisfied living with a/c, hot water and no language barriers to trip you up?

Or maybe you just want to read a bunch of well-crafted, quick-hitting, entertaining stories from around the world?

Grand To Great brings our huge, wild world home with an outstanding collection of stories, experiences, and thoughts from around the globe. Stories that will make you laugh, cry, and think. Experiences that will inspire you to get up and create your own story – either right here at home or out in the farthest reaches of our world.

So join David and authors from the USA, The Netherlands, Japan, Argentina, England and so many more countries on their never-ending trip around the globe – for better or worse, one amazing adventure after another.

The book will be available in as an e-book for major e-book devices and a conventional print book.  Go to From the Grand Canyon to the Great Wall to sign up for 10% off the price of the book and receive an update when the book is ready for ordering.

Which of my stories made it into the book?  Buy it and find out!

Thanks for supporting the travelers/authors. Enjoy!

Great Wall or Bust! – Episode 2

Great Wall

“Now we are going to visit the doctor,” Lily announced as the group waddled away from the table. She led us through the restaurant to an adjoining building. We sat down at a bunch of school desks in a large room that resembled a lecture hall. Lisa and I sat in the back. A man in a white lab coat came through a door at the front of the hall. He was very distinguished looking. Maybe he was the director of the local medical school. A woman dressed as a nurse came in with him. She had a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other. She was the man’s assistant and interpreter.

Whoa, wait a minute. I thought I signed up for a tour of the Great Wall. So far I’ve seen heavy traffic, wrong way driving, closed tombs, jade grinders, and a food free-for-all. A visit to the doctor is not on my agenda. I avoid the doctor when I’m at home, there’s no need to see one here.

The man started to lecture us about ancient Chinese medicine. The woman translated his speech, but I tuned out almost immediately. It was time for my post non-lunch nap. He was talking about acupuncture, magic herbs, and mysterious oils. I didn’t really understand. He droned on an on for half an hour. At the end, the assistant announced that the doctor was now free for consultations. The doctor (and I use that term loosely, based mainly on his appearance) sat down on a chair at the front of the room.

The first patient was Chairman Mao. He shuffled towards the front of the room and sat down in front of the doctor. He described his aches and pains to the doctor, and the nurse translated for our benefit. The doctor prescribed some herbs for the man and the nurse got jars of some unknown substance from behind a counter. Money changed hands and Mao went back to his original seat.

“Who is next?” said the nurse.

The Brazilian father went forward. He told the doctor he had a backache. The doctor held the patient’s hands and lightly massaged his wrists for a few moments.

“Yes, I see,” said the doctor through his interpreter. “You have liver trouble. You need to take these three different herbs according to these instructions. Your back ache will go away and your liver will be healed.”

The nurse brought the Brazilian a large bagful of jars. He paid and sat down.
By this time I was really annoyed. What a scam and a waste of time. I caught Lily’s eye and rolled my eyes. Can we go yet?

No, because the Mongolians and the Chinese peasants had not had their turn with the doctor yet. An hour later we finally made it back to the bus. Lily approached us.

“I am sorry,” she said. “They make us come here every day. It is not my decision.”

“It’s OK. I understand. But I am really looking forward to seeing the Great Wall before dark! Is Mao a ringer?” She didn’t understand me.

After another hour of driving we made it to the Great Wall. We climbed the steps, walked along its ramparts, and gazed out into the distance. We expected the Mongol horde of Genghis Khan to attack, but nothing happened. The Great Wall is a peaceful place today.

Great Wall
The Great Wall of China

Back at the hotel we talked about the day. Our tour wasn’t what we expected it was going to be, but it was certainly an adventure. My back was a little sore from sitting on the tour bus most of the day. If I had only bought some of those Chinese herbs…

vendors at the Great Wall
Anybody have a fork for sale?

Great Wall or Bust! – Episode 1

lunch on a tour to the Great Wall

You can’t really see the Great Wall of China from space. That is just a myth. You can, however, take a bus tour there from Beijing. I found the brochure in the hotel lobby. It advertised an exciting day visiting the Ming Tombs and the Great Wall. Visiting a tomb didn’t sound very exciting to me (dead emperors!), but if you go to Beijing it is obligatory to visit the Great Wall. Otherwise when you get home your friends and family will ask you.

“What was the Great Wall like?” asks Grandma.

“I don’t know. I was too busy fighting with soggy noodles in my hot pot,” I would reply.

So we signed up for the tour. The bus picked us up promptly at 8am. It was a modern, comfortable touring bus. We were the first people on the bus. Our tour guide was a polite young Chinese girl named Lily.

“Welcome to our tour to the Ming Tombs and the Great Wall,” she said in her halting English. I think she had memorized her opening lines. Lily was an international business major at a local university, who worked on her English while leading tour groups.

The bus slowly wound around Beijing, pushing its way through the heavy traffic. At one point the driver even drove the wrong way up an elevated, curved freeway exit ramp so we could skip the line waiting to get on the freeway. I guess when you are driving one of the biggest vehicles on the road you can do what you want. Until another car comes the other way exiting the freeway at 70 mph.

We picked up an assortment of tourists, about twelve of us in all. There was a French guy, a Brazilian father and son, a family of Mongolians, and Chinese peasants from the countryside visiting the big city for the first time. Our last pickup was an elderly Chinese gentleman dressed head to toe like Chairman Mao. He was clothed in a dark blue tunic, dark blue pants, shined black dress shoes, and a cap. He looked just like the picture of Mao on the outer wall of the Forbidden City.

Our first stop was the site of the Ming Tombs. The Ming Tombs are underground (they’re tombs!), but it turned out that they were closed for renovation. Going into a cave to see a tomb of a long dead emperor is not my idea of a good time, so I didn’t really care. Lily gave us a summary of the place, most of which I couldn’t hear or understand. We all piled back into the bus.

Ming Tombs
The Ming Tombs

“Now, we are going to stop at the jade factory,” said Lily. “We will show you how jade is carved.”

Shopping is one of my least favorite activities. It doesn’t matter if I am at home or on vacation, I don’t want to go shopping. It didn’t say anything about a jade factory on the tour brochure. It occurred to me right away that this stop was pre-arranged to part tourists from their yuan.

The factory sales manager led our group along a walkway which circled the factory floor. We could look through windows at the workers hunched over their grinders, furiously turning the jade pieces back and forth to turn them into dragons and butterflies. We ended up at the showroom. I admit that some of the larger items were very impressive. They also were very expensive and hard to carry home in your suitcase too. The sales job wasn’t too obnoxious and soon we were back on the bus.

Jade Carving Factory outside of Beijing
And here is Vanna to tell you the prizes you have won

“It is now time for lunch. We will have a traditional Chinese meal and a rest,” said Lily.

That’s good, I thought. I am hungry from all of this non-touring and non-shopping.
The restaurant was a very old building surrounding a courtyard. The group was led into a large room filled with round tables. We appeared to be the only customers. Lily ordered the food for the group from the waiter who magically appeared with tea cups. There were no menus. The circular table had a large round tray in the middle of it. We were each given a small bowl and chopsticks. Even though we had talked about it twenty times, I had forgotten to bring my plastic fork. I am completely inept at using chopsticks. If I have to use chopsticks at every meal, I will starve to death in no time at all.

The Chinese peasants at the table started chattering in their local dialect, no doubt discussing which dead emperor was their favorite. We tried to talk with the French guy, but his English was even less than my French, so we didn’t get very far. The Brazilians were on the far side of the table from us, and we don’t speak Portuguese anyway. Chairman Mao stared at me intently like I was from another planet.

The food arrived in a dozen large bowls. The food servers put the bowls on the tray. There was no dinner bell, but the diners from our group instantly attacked the food in the bowls like it was the start of the Indy 500. A race to see who would get full first and get the food they wanted the most. It was a little like a church potluck picnic, with some people edging their way towards the front of the line to get the deli drumsticks and gourmet chocolate chip cookies instead of Aunt Madge’s Spam hot dish and leftover jello salad.

The tray was spinning back and forth. The hungry tourists would grab the tray and spin it towards them to make a stab at dumping some of the contents of a large serving bowl into their personal small bowl. I tried to get in the game and grab the tray. I spied some fried rice on the far side. I didn’t want the unidentified brown mush in the bowl on my side of the tray. It was probably mashed fungi. I got a grip on the tray and heaved. The tray started to spin my way. I could see the rice coming along clockwise, here it comes.

It got to Chairman Mao. He grabbed the rice bowl and dumped some into his bowl. I’m a polite and patient American traveler; I know how to wait my turn. As I reached for the bowl someone on the other side of the table flung the tray again, back their way. Away went my rice, counter clockwise to oblivion. The mashed fungi came back into view. I am hungry, but there is no way I am eating that.

The tray kept rotating all the way around the circle. It looked like some spicy chicken was coming my way. Yes, keep spinning oh mighty tray! Just then one of the Mongolians stopped the tray, dumped the last of the spicy chicken into his bowl, and let the tray go.

What stopped in front of me was a green vegetable looking substance. I had no idea what that was, and even if I did, it did not look edible by humans. I’ll pass.

lunch on a tour to the Great Wall
Chariman Mao has left the building.

The tray kept spinning. The tourists devoured the contents of the bowls like a plague of locusts. I did manage to finally get some noodles into my bowl. However, getting the noodles into my mouth with chopsticks was a struggle. Abandoning all attempts at proper etiquette, I grabbed the bowl and slurped them down. Nobody noticed my dining faux pas, they were too busy using their own chopsticks as serving utensils into the common bowls. Which didn’t bother me, but was a major rules violation according to Lisa.

When the tray stopped spinning, the food was all gone, the tourists were full, and I was still hungry.