10.8
9:00 to wake up, and out the window glowing red one, surprise, look at, but when the Japanese Gang Chu. Flutter back to the bed to find the camera photographed the Kashgar city sun has just risen. This is a very strange feeling, can shoot up late to the 9:00 am sunrise.
Travel agency promised to send me the border before the 11:00 cards, so this has nothing to do but two hours, pick up Ting Dang, leaning against the bed and acted in a number of times to see a movie.
11:00 the phone rang. Check-out, evidence to the terminal 43 yuan to buy a one-way ticket Kashgar to Taxkorgan. Will be accompanied by a French student, is said to be the first publicly-funded students studying in China in Shanghai, a prestigious university undergraduate, Chinese speaking well. Casual conversation, not speculation, gave up.
12:00 finally sit down to the tower of county cars, Yutong large passenger, but also to install a lot of goods, roof and trunk all packed. It's no wonder, China and Pakistan is a tower counties and Kashgar highway the only link, all goods must go up from here.
12:50 car not fat, a lot of ethnic Uygur and tower in the busy. The car has bad air, no wind at noon, open windows will not help. Suddenly, I am somewhat worried about their trip, Cameroon lake and tower counties, only two names you see on the book, it is worthwhile to go, with or without risk (it is said all the way difficult, but there are beasts haunt the plateau), 10 Can back to Kashgar? Everything is unknown, there is the distant Pamir, a mysterious place, the plateau's climate is difficult to say how, or even a light snow could block my entire plan. Do not like the plan is full of too many factors that can not be mastered, but also do not want to because a part of change that cut into my two tickets - such as health incident, thousands of miles away I could not possibly catch a flight back to Beijing.
To the family issued a message to inform do not worry. Expect there will be no signal Cameroon lake, and then报平安should be 10-day things.
13:15 car is still in situ, almost have to sit, it should be faster. Man Er in English, perhaps Uighur Tajik and Urdu, and anyway no one to speak Chinese, if not the station wall characters, I really suspect is a foreigner, it's full of exotic ah.
13:25-crank, and went to Cameroon lake, stay in the city two times after the 14-point difference for 15 minutes before the official start.
14:05 SHU attached to, a county seat, car did not stop, Yilue by.
14:35 Apar (Integrated market), stay for half an hour, here is the last one to add location, you can buy water and food, you can also eat a very fragrant baked buns.
16:00 flat tire, I do not know names, good scenery. Here the water is melting snow water, surface water was the color of cement in general. Near a village, confusion is a Uighur, or KE family, but already showing obvious characteristics of the oasis settlements, the village was completely drilled-day Young's belt wrapped the feet of drilling days, Yang is a ditch around the village, carries a powder of snow cheerful flowing, which is the source of the life of the villagers. Young lined a drill every day at the end of the courtyard has a simple can not see someone, only to listen to the bush out of the village came the faint of several more cattle calls, several more women and children's laughter. Sprinkled on the golden sun Diamond days Young leaves, glittering, spot mottled split, it is freehand a picture.
19:35 Silver Beach, the name was later to listen to people who Cameroon Lake camp, and very appropriate name. Here is a great surface, appears to be Cameroon lake 2 ~ 3 times. The wide coverage of vegetation was brown-red of the Beaches has been extended to the road below. Continuous along the way of the solemn mountains and seemed to smile finally here, so you can see the mountain behind the vast sky. Lake is a shallow blue, I do not know the color of the lake or the color of the sky. Opposite the lake is a row of low hills, called dunes seem to be actually be really drape the kind of silver-white sand, straight to pour in the lake, as well as in the other side of that you should not tell, That in the sun shining with a silvery white color of the color of the mountain, or whether the color of the water.
19:50 I do not Lun rural community, a beautiful place.
20:30 karakol Lake, elevation 3680 meters, scenic tickets 20 yuan, yurt 30-40 yuan / person (min size), you can sleep, my first stop Pamirs.
Get off at the beginning of walking in soft sand on the floor, watching the scene around the Depression - the land of gray sand, black water, white and dense the snow-capped mountains, so-called scenic lake, but is fenced off with barbed wire, palm-sized The beach, which has several brick buildings a few yurt, people suddenly a bit overwhelmed, not knowing what to do, do not know whether it should be here to stay.
Suddenly, it seems that all changes shaking up between heaven and earth seems to have realized your feelings of disappointment, while the volume change of a map. Is a sunset, rendering it the final color of the snow-capped mountains in the proud, the snow-capped mountains in turn colors and shine to the sky and shines like a mirror of Cameroon to the lake, shining on your body. As a result, no longer cold all around and no longer dark, including your own, everything seems to indulge in the sunset, right color, right unlimited enthusiasm among the snow-capped mountains. This time, only thought of nearly seven hours with the hard drive in exchange for a piece of beauty seems to come too easily, you will be afraid of what will easily come quickly lost. So you search for a light footprint, tracing is obsessed with the color completely ignored here is completely unfamiliar environment. However, "Fading, always close at dusk." Finally receded, and everything seems to be caught again in an instant darkness, deeper darkness, night arrived.
Do not eat dinner, the excitement is still the role of the setting sun left me. The name of flashlight wander around a long time even some asthma, ears ringing in the ears slightly, probably this is the reaction to high altitudes bar. However, the impact is not large, may 3680 is not too high, so far I am still not sure whether he can adapt to high altitude.
Plateau, the magic of the Pamirs, so much beauty, so much shock to the heart. Kind of feeling, that feeling is not my bald a pen can describe. Here is a用心去感受beauty, a heart to listen to the movement. Even one of the greatest musicians can not be described in one of the notes; even the greatest artist can not describe its color. This is the mathematics of the plateau, your heart is a painter with the musicians and one, your heart is the most prominent photographers, your heart will treasure everything here, until one day she began to call you back into her arms.
Meng rise, see the starry sky hanging decorated, childhood nursery rhyme in this remote plateau to reproduce. Alas, in that big city How dirty "days like Qionglu" to describe you, how to find childhood wink to me, and my soft-spoken star. Remember small, like a man climbed to the roof to see the number of days the stars, think of those who heard the fairy tales read to weave their own fairy tale; like to use the textbook title page of the night sky star map of the shining sky of the l'etoile, looking hunter and the Swan.
Gradually I grew up in the sky but also my appeal to the weak gradually. Had forgotten the last time staring at the night sky is when. In urban polluted air, dazzling neon, the sky's l'etoile, such as tailor shops of the nail straight on the pins in the blue cloth-like lifeless. Gradually began to doubt the story of his childhood, began to doubt the ancient description of a poem - days like Qionglu? Looked from the window of my house, the night sky as one done in blue cloth, a few drops of white spots above Sazhuo. The city at night like a dark car drop cloths, you're sitting in the car lit lamps, adsorption turbid air, listening to the accompaniment by the engine's "music."
Lurches violently, I stood in the Pamirs, listening to the barking of the ensemble with the engine. The rise, the Stars are there flashing, it seems to welcome me back to childhood in the story. My childhood dream ah, I am too long away from you for far too long. . . . . .
In this mountain scenery of the place, and I based on a low mound, - 3684 meters? Cassiopeia in my left hand, the Big Dipper on my right side, head hunters behind me there is a bright star Tian Ji. Celestial, I later learned had been the concept, now made is thus in practice.
Late at night, generators stopped turning. All attributable to silence, and only a few foreigners talk over with their own songs. I sat in the yurt door counting the flashing stars, yurt floor there are rats running through the following sound. Occasionally, I do not know where they heard several more of the Bark, gently across the night sky. To Mr. Shima "in Star gorgeous inside Fang Ge," but I also can not Fangge fear of any excess noise disturbed the quiet plateau. "Silence is the parting of the Sheng Xiao," silence is it not the quiet night Sheng Xiao. Reclining on the yurt of the carpet, breakdown of the sky of stars, enjoy the deep blue of the night. Let the Star filled the night with a quiet and cleaned up the city's hustle and bustle while I was long impetuous heart.
Meteor! Closer look at when you have not, and across the side of the hill. Cameroon calm lake even with the voice of the shore are not issued, must have a bar she was asleep. The distant peaks, such as wearing a light blue hat above the mountain in the dark, the Big Dipper to the west of the Peak, the passage of time,这颗a great rotation of the planet compete in this plateau, appear so obvious.
Sleep it, is said to Cameroon when the sun rising in the lake is the most beautiful moment of the day, although this night has made me intoxicated.
Author: access123
