There's an old chinese proverb, supposedly, that you aren't really a man until you've climbed the Great Wall. So I guess, by that standard, I've reached my majority now. I actually managed to climb to the highest point in the Wall, or at least the highest point I could see in the smog, and it was quite a hike--about 1600 vertical feet. The real accomplishment, though, was making it through all the hawkers and tourist-junk purveyors that camp out in each of the turrets and stairways. I could have taken a camel ride, but thought I might look a silly with my suit and tie. While it might have made a curious picture, I figured the laughter of complete strangers would have made it not worth it. But back to being a real man: you aren't *really* there until you have eaten something that is still moving. Its claws. To stop you. I did that, today, too. Sashimi lobster. Definitely fresh. And quite tasty, too.