When The Ig and I awoke the morning of what again would be our last day, the sun rose over North Korea,
and I remember being relieved that by the end of the day, we’d be finished with this Shibble-forsaken adventure. I also remember thinking even if someone paid me a million bones, I would never–and I mean never–take on this trek again. Before I go on to finally show you the photos of our last day, I’m just gonna throw a little sum’in’-sum’in’ out there:
Never say never.
Anyhoo, so The Ig and I ambled outta Dandong and headed towards Tiger Mountain, the Eastern-most section of the Great Wall. Along the way we encountered some new sights,
(yes, that’s the American flag flying behind the Chinese flag)
and some old familar ones.
The Ig was tres excited when we reached the wall and learned there was no museum or Maze of Terror to distract us from our task.
It was windy, cold, and icy, and the doorways were far too short for The Ig,
but we schmutzed along until we reached the end.
And of course Adventure Turtle was feeling a little saucy, you know, with him being the first one to finish, and so he demanded his own photo shoot.
Well, that A.T. might just be in for a big surprise when he’s ripped from my grandmother’s arms in West Palm Beach and dragged, flippers a’ flappin’, on another Shibble-forsaken adventure.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to find a gargantuan bottle of tequila before posing a few questions to The Ig…
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