BEIJING - My first thought as I reached the top of the Great Wall of China was that if the Chinese can build this 50-foot stone wall atop a sheer mountain without the aid of helicopters, then every other country in the world better hope they never become intent on world domination or else we'll all be eating Beijing duck about five minutes after the last world war begins.
I'm not much for tourist attractions. Buildings are buildings, museums are static, history and its relics are the stuff of future dust balls. Even the famed Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum offers little more than old leather and wood.
When you spend three weeks in China, though, and you find yourself with a day in which you can either visit one of the seven wonders of the world or watch badminton, you call a cab.
Star Tribune photographer Carlos Gonzalez and I arranged a car from our media village and took a ride of a little more than an hour, giving us a much better perspective on our host country than we had gotten riding buses between sporting venues.
Beijing is immense, as well as smoggy, and it's growing by the minute. There is new construction everywhere you look, and the sprouting high-rises, along with the millions of trees and plants planted to dress up Beijing for the world's stage, lend the impression that this city might not have existed before July, that the whole place could be taken down like a Hollywood set after the Closing Ceremony.
While the heat and smog proved oppressive the first week of the Games, a couple of hard rains have cleared the skies a bit and lowered the temperatures, and we had a pleasant ride through the outskirts of the city, then through the lush rural landscape filled with farms and resorts and finally to the Wall, built about 2,500 years ago. Apparently Chinese peasants did not belong to a union.
Instead of visiting the closer but more touristy section at Ba Da Ling, which features its own KFC, we chose Mutianyu. As Frommer's said, "You might not be able to see Ba Da Ling from space, but there's some chance of smelling the toilets."
It can take hours to reach Mutianyu by bus, but the cabdrivers here are reliable and efficient, and our man had us there in a little more than an hour.