(Last year's trip to Tibet line, have mixed feelings, has been wanted to write a thing. Unfortunately came back, they did not in the streets and marketplaces. In a flight to Beijing, wrote half of it urges an outline, and later will be forgotten. Has opened a computer, accidents The outline also find that the half of it urges. Tonight a little leisure to write at the beginning of the month. There have been six years I did not write this trespassers something very health Suo, there are better word forgotten how stroke. do not know to write out how things like that it has good or bad I do not know how to break. If people do not read that garbage, I might have a little passion finish this journey. but maybe not go on renewal.)

Sheung: In order to loss of life

Last year I went to western Sichuan, the first to know is there heaven, the first taste of high altitude grasslands Kuang-hsiung, the first body odor capricious weather, clouds, such as waves, the first time feel a natural Viagra extravagant, the first to shake the pinch at the Cang embarrassed Sen prostitution, mountains Thai-mei. I gradually came to understand that this land of the pious people who know life vague instantaneous. Health, such as ants, dead as dust. I do not care about gradually gains and losses, to know life is happy. However, however, lived long in this city, daily Sang Sang suo fan noisy streets and marketplaces hurry Society for benefits, everything go unsatisfactory. Gradually melancholy look for heart troubles knock on the door, just one year so terrifying. After returning from Thailand in August, still Xunbu Dao itself. I do not know how to care about their own lives, daily trance. So I back luggage, and marching Lu mud, back on the road, take a temporary leave this dust Yun disoriented, to find the original life.

September 24

Xining: barren hills, such as the stationary waves

Just a casual thought to the idea of Tibet, a pity that the time had never laid down. Had originally intended to find one or two fellow Unfortunately, in the end there are people retreat. I've already know that they have to travel, would no longer rely on his heart. Illa gave me a lot of courage, and she told me she was alone lone Tibet story. I know that I can resist high altitude thin foil of the oxygen, all the way left is how to walk. Do not have much preparation, carrying a map, they boarded the plane to go west.

Xining is the name of a Health and interlinked, there is no too many people are familiar with. In my memory, she was a distant, almost heavenly place. The Qinghai, Hunan, a year ago I was at a meeting, met a fellow in Qinghai, he warmly invited us to Qinghai guest. And I had consciously felt that perhaps my son would not set foot back in Qinghai, because the map was a particular color, so I feel she is not a place on the planet. But I'll come, there is a little bit of excitement in the psychological.

The plane were found to have a lot of peers, but they seem to help all groups of knot, and also carrying camping luggage. I know that I do not have fear, and heart is also proud of in their own exclusive use. Along the way there is not much thinking, listening to a WALKMAN, do not know what the music, just want a temporary mind blank. Over the past more than two hours later, I went to see a machine out the window and suddenly there is a feeling of desolation. Of a vast yellow, wave after wave, such as the waves. Of sight of the occasion, no slightest bit green. Xining has been gradual over the aircraft, which is the side of the Loess Plateau. When my school geography lessons very well aware of the Loess Plateau is the loess can never imagine that this is a static sea. Qinghai this name should not come to this bar edge, or else, "Yellow Sea" would be more appropriate. Through Jesus Christ the sand wind and percussion, mountains are no longer any sharp, but some soft, strong waves of small wave Diego. Years will be buried in the barren hills, under a cascading layer, countless stories. Maybe once a lush green drops of the ocean, raising countless lives. Now ah, they are buried in the mountains, deep beneath the sand. I then knew that he was hurried passing, to the eternal memory of numerous cold-Shaw.

Flying for a long time, and the more numerous hills wave shadow, is still the yellow one. Gradually at the end of the aircraft, "waves," grew out appearance. Beginning such as an oval bread, different sizes, one with a. Gradually and see the fine lines above, such as the elderly face after Cangsang bar, the wrinkles between large rooms, but also yellow. More recently, and specialty French bread, with a row of sideways, stacked up, from the end-to-high, and from high in the end. I tried to find the clues of life on the yellow sea Unfortunately, a long time, still not the slightest green, no rivers, streams, nor any traces of life, such as Canqiang rocks, no. Only one of the naturals. I even suspect that there is a yellow sea of city we are going, and even if an airplane strayed into desert. - Suddenly, a cheer, I have learned that the passengers on board an aircraft, just like myself, hold your breath, and in this sea search for our city. A small stream, no water, but it seems wet, both sides occasionally a little green, know that this is life. Four weeks is still not moving yellowish brown waves. Aircraft, a turn Bay, and finally see, a small village, there is no high-rises, there is no contiguous buildings, really like a village in the south, riding on a small mountain stream, the top covered with a shallow or deep, or color, surrounded by stationary waves. This is what we want to go ------ Xining city. How lonely ah, how lonely ah, such as the sea route light.

Got off the plane, after coming to know Northwest, but did not come to a city feel. Maybe too much too mixed, Guangzhou, and even less like a city. Got on the bus to the urban areas of civil aviation, road feel is not cold, but the wind a little shave. I get off in front of buildings in Xining. There are several people out of the car, but I do not know who, though all the traveler. Into the Xining buildings, cold love affair, a bit dark. Check-in after the sky is no longer early, bought a Zhang Xining in Qinghai maps, the direction of visiting the station aboard, clear the train to Golmud time, they are contacted in the street tomorrow CYTS agency tour. Casually eating a bowl of noodles, then back to hotel. Because the streets are already deserted.
(Copyright ? 2001, Kenneth Kow. Any comments or switch please email: kowch@usa.net)

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