When I was in the dead of night, listening to ENYA see "Travel" magazine when he was the constant pursuit of those explorers,
Ordinary people to endure unbearable suffering and hardships in life, whether from exhaustion generated awareness and human intelligence,
Then there is the beautiful land, the mysterious impasse were moved to tears, I know that "adventure" the word has thoroughly my bone marrow, not the city's comfortable and busy but I do not know what got buried for the purpose of the can.
Unfortunately, the majority of my so-called explorers felt from the books, and 51 of that experience can only say that at best is a mountain camping only.
When I walked into Mountaineering Association, explained what he wanted. Four of them up and down carefully sweeping a pass me, ladies and to ask such question "Do you participate in the activities of several mountaineering"? I had to Qieqie answer: "I had attended." She said: "You should not even think too easily, and this is not travel, or do not go." So they list all kinds of difficulties: the large back pack and take the pristine way, Deng high mountain, in their siege, I retire.
7 o'clock that evening they met the participants, I have not been given up. For camping I am not familiar with, when I was a student I have had a similar experience. But that much easier, I also believe, but such an organized hiking activities far beyond my temptation be properly arranged travel tours, coupled with my classmate, Shen Li's Mount head optimistic on an empty stomach when I suddenly Speed to the Gordon Association. They finally collected my temporary team. Mission also had three boys to take care of both of us vulnerable.
The next two or three days time, who advised the boys a very warm we have to take things. Taken the trouble to fax calls, I think we were lucky, a good Crackdown. In this way, we arrive at the 51 early morning start of 7:00 from Fuzhou.
Car was parked in the village of geling Red Cliff bridge, from which to begin our journey. Chen Li and I are here for us to do the pictures of the heroic journey. Team 35, filed trip. On both sides of the road is a green plum, where farmers are hard-working, and did not let any one corner of the idle, the trees reminds me of Lee Wing Tai notoriously dry, big juice and sweet, made like the taste of the stem can be.
The first 10 kilometers of the road is flat, and may be one such way, I still feel tight on my shoulders Le few catties 20 large backpack is so unbearable. Peers who jokingly "package than your people are still much larger." This sentence be given to me by awards, but also gave me strength. An hour was sweating all over the road we have already made. I crossed the pass, we re the whole paused and invited a local farmer as our guide in order to transfer the rugged mountain. Varying the speed of the road, signs are inevitable it is written that we can be proud of the words: "Fujian Mountaineering Association."
The first stop we went to a big lead, there are blocks very old houses, dilapidated house, an old one that we started to burn water will tea, like the size of the slope there are some wooden boxes, there are a lot of bees and out . It seems the elderly are associated with Youyi bee bee for a living. Today is 51, I could not help but to those hard-working people who pay tribute. They do not care here is bleak Ling-ching, but occasionally we have the arrival of such uninvited guests, give Tim more popular and festivity. I have found that elderly people real happy, sincere and to receive us, simple, such as the Su-half-hour later, we set off, bags were not only Le shoulders numb, further spread of the Bo-induced sub-Sheng Teng, but still have to hang in there. In the world of the blind alley, but people walk more, it becomes a way, this is Lu Xun's famous words, in this Hill embodies head. In the vertical and horizontal mountain weeds, you can always follow a full leaf black sheep, the sheep intestine Montreal muddy paths. Step on such a mountain path, to be more careful, otherwise out "squeak slipped" and people would have no shadow of; if you only knew hard at walking alongside the quasi-Suddenly he let out a wild stab your face wounded; sometimes be properly slope, suddenly were 12 big stones to block, and very arrogant to highlight Ya Shang, forcing you to go fly rock wall to train your foot gong. Every time when approaching the top, hoping to find the bright front is our highest point, but the way a change is another higher mountain waiting for us. Stand up straight board initially, later to be bent from time to time to ease the weight of shoulders in order to uphold the passage of time, in a fit of anger, I do not want to leave, the front, shouting: "to! To!." I summon the strength to run a few steps on the look, and finally to our highest point - Hatao. Hazy mist, looked out to do is a vast expanse of whiteness in the end I do not know. Wind sandwiched moisture when the heat of our climbers swept away and quickly, suddenly felt chilly, I quickly put on to bring coat, on the grounds of the seat, to begin our lunch.
Rest for half an hour, we do not stay, regroup and continue launching the. Went to the highest point in the road after starting slowly, I did not need to charge for the effort is hard to climb secretly glad that did not think the world is starting to rain, had to don raincoat cumbersome, hateful is that even the scenic highway is also disappeared in the rain. Out of the last woods This note is a step on the foot of green grass, the original there is a large natural grasslands, it took us an hour's time to pass through it. I can only see things within 10 meters, only the green of spring are everywhere and the fog shrouded blade of grass sway in the wind and rain, tucked some very inconspicuous little yellow, lovely guests coming from afar to nod tribute. My heart is like a blossoming in full bloom. Mother Nature has finally given me the best way for their hard work in return.
Turned after a few slopes, according to the Greek discernible appearance of a house, we are excited to shout, and then once again showed their 23, I was happy to take a rest feet and shoulders, and one asked, I discovered that reached the destination -- Doo Village, I almost could not believe, that burst of ecstasy, by more than half of my pain. Unloaded backpacks, attend to sweat already wet body, only a few families in this village Shangcuanxiatiao, to find peers. Boiling up here at once. Warm hospitality of the farmers began to boil with ginger to us cold. This is a backward village, did not pass this letter on the electricity, listening to them, that there are more people, there are classroom, and now have moved out to go, and the teacher did not come, the rest of the child will not afford school a. Reminds me of the antecedents of kin is difficult, and asked: "Are there any other way out of the mountains." The answer is: "No, we walk the road with you is the same as walking." I am shocked, they want out of a mountain and subject to such a trek around the house more difficult to imagine how they "move" to the outside world to go.
Fellow of porridge eaten, the rain has also been, we have an empty building to their respective hometown to find accommodation, shore up tents, but there are still a number of enthusiasts who insist on open-air tent on the lawn. They stressed that: "It has come to camp." So wet mediocre teams from the terrace where a few tents, and we watched them Maozhao Yu Dong Paoxi Dent, I thought this tent Do not leaking, or are we going to experience "a leaking side by overnight rain" it?
In our team there are three pairs of such a couple, they always walk in the front, these young people than we are physically much better able to maintain a good understanding between the somewhat Jianbu feel like a champ. They rarely came 20 years later in marriage, but also to experience this Kulei accompanied, as they say: "The total compensation can be such a bitter, what can not share it?"
In the absence of electricity, was referred to us at eight, they are quiet, only hear the rain before a creek in the village whispered muttering that night, Washeng like a child arguing with them like a burst of a burst to the whisper . State of mind has been floating around, as the same into the wonderland moderate, indifferent, distant, ... ...
Tiangang hazy day, we are early fall in. out from the tent, the rain was stopping, and can fog still covered with mountains and rivers here. It is unclear to see the true face, and we stood before the courtyard, he served as the breeze blowing gently, eyes closed listening, only soak up the fresh air and morning birds, soak into the depths the heart. Days gradually light up, a gust of wind blown away the fog, the immediate emerged in a fantastic landscape of the south - scattered across a row of palm trees, layers of paddy fields, winding, Bambusa Multiplex, as the beautiful woman had just bathed, like standing on a small funding stream, shining on the body. Ranges we see is just enough, and again for a while the fog, everything disappeared in the vast expanse of whiteness in the.
Ate breakfast, we leave back to the government, but also back large package, then the mood could have been brilliant, I do not care about shoulder pain, walk fast, yesterday to get late, so there is little chance Tianchi see, today's schedule Er Zhi. It's in this hilltop village see the moment, all people of the beauty here, but not help but shouting, 1:00 mountains are our peak and visitors crowd, busy taking pictures, photo, the lake is still static, such as Office, son of Gone with the Wind the water lily, azalea the shore, enjoy an open, few trees, and only as a dotted Several Strains Bin, more to a slope a slope grass gone, as "Heaven" pool-like. We went to the Peak towards the valley cried aloud, after the Han Wan is the mind of the magnanimous. I finally understand why the ancestors of the village thousands of miles off the calendar, it will choose in the mountains as their last foothold among people is different, some people like loud, some people like quiet, some Bangshan , it was music of water, it was accession to the WTO was born. They moved in such a paradise of water throughout the mountains at that time under the conditions of self-sufficiency, but also to escape the pollution of politics, and even the robbers may not be willing to come here as non-Bashansheshui. I am reminded of a radio ad, "Pong the clouds, you'll go very light; attached to the water, you will drift very far." Is it not?
At this time is completely down, and from the highest point down to the lowest point, there is a landing at ease, while the process is does not allow for slack, stone has been aged for a long layer of moss, a wet slip, every step had to special care, you will be washed down by an inattentive a few stone steps. There Pohuan and time, the edge of the abyss is prohibitive, do not see in the end of the. That's a virgin forest, jagged trees, ancient Teng winding, layer upon layer, braved the humidity and tropical plants jungle scene was revealed beyond doubt. Occasional crows called on several more, for this gloomy atmosphere adds a whiff of terror, and the total is not bottomed out, very impatient. But the downhill is my strength, with a total uphill to suffer so much as Buzhi Yu. I still did not throw a somersault set teeth smooth down the mountain.
To the base of the mountain, I am looking upward, and would like to see how high in the end is from the hills down, but the boundless top. A river cut off our roads, water deep into the half-length, only the sound of stepping on stones, in order to safe crossing. The way this place called "dish filled pit", there are 23 others, the various kinds of vegetables, you see waves of green, literally. Time than estimated to be early, we would be happy to stay in this Guanghui next moment.
The journey home has. I am reminded of a trip home with one sentence: "Every time we journey home, back to the home of the only material, but the soul 'home' is always only the end of no return."
Trip length according to the map length of the count of 45 km, and in fact walked straight after another, up and down the road much more than that.
Of course, we did not forget to leave bridge in Red Cliff Village geling a triumphant return, and fast into the bear's "Heroes" photo.

Author: suriname