On Saturday night, along with 9 other people, I boarded a mini bus to attend the annual Great Wall Beach Party. The bus ride was expected to be about 3 hours and the party lasts all night, so we left TEDA around 8pm. 5 hours and several pit stops later, we made it to the spot where the Great Wall meets the water. When we arrived at 1 am, the party was in full swing. DJ's spinning and lots of people dancing, and as soon as I walked in the gate, I ran into my friend Sahil, who I have already visited in Beijing. Neither of us knew that the other would be there and the party was huge and chaotic, so the odds of us running into each other were so slim, but it was an awesome surprise.

The people watching at the party was insane. The party was literally on the beach, so lots of people were in swimsuits and kept running into the ocean. While it was warm enough to swim, the water was a frightening shade of brown and less than alluring. The sand was also brown actually. It was an interesting mix of both foreigners and Chinese people of all ages, including an old Chinese man tripping on X and dancing by himself like the karate kid.












Our mini bus departed at 5 am, which was when the party was starting to die down. It actually gets daylight here around 4:30 am, but we couldn't really see the sunrise due to all the pollution. We were all exhausted and for the first few hours of the ride home, I managed to sleep, but woke up in a horrible sweat to slamming brakes. We hit a horrible traffic jam on the highway and the bus driver had shut off the AC due to the fact that we were nearly out of fuel. The highway was literally at a standstill and we did not have enough fuel to sit til we made it to the next exit. Good thing there are no traffic laws in China... our driver just pulled a u-turn and drove the wrong direction in the emergency lane, after first reversing in the lane for 2 km. We then drove the wrong way up an exit ramp and ended up on some gravel backroad, seemingly in the middle of nowhere. We found a gas station that looked like it had been shut down since the 1950s, but apparently was still open. After refueling, we at least had AC again, but at this point everyone was awake and cranky and anxious that we were lost and not getting back anytime soon. We then hit a traffic jam on the backroad, so our driver literally took us off-roading on a weird farm road. Unfortunately, the road ended in a closed gate guarded by tattooed local gangsters. Our driver had to get out and negotiate a fee before we were allowed to pass. After getting through, we hit the ultimate traffic jam. We were on a 3 lane road, but cars in all three lanes were going the same direction. About 1 km ahead, all three lanes of traffic were going the opposite direction we were, thus resulting in a face off of vehicles and a dispute over money. Apparently, these traffic jams are quite common and sometimes take all day to resolve. We all got off the bus and walked around for a bit; some locals gave us popsicles to eat and we definitely got more stares than normal. We called the police and a couple of hours later, they resolved the situation. In those 2 hours, we moved a total of about 20 meters. By this time, it was already 11:30 and we were still nowhere near home. The driver refused to attempt the highway again, so we took backroads home. We ended up making it back by 1:30, after 8.5 hours in a bus and staying up all night. It was exhausting, but such an experience.








