At noon we stop to rest in the small town paryang, saying it was a small town in fact nothing but a wall ride was short, surrounded by a place, which the Tibetan people to live more than a dozen families only. We are the only one in Chongqing restaurant for lunch. Restaurant very poor, soil Pi-built house, the shop walls with white cement have also omitted, and two tables have been sufficient to meet the few tourists through here. Their stores and kitchen will be a curtain separating the kitchen is also a bedroom, while arrayed a simple stove utensils, Zhang put the other side of the wall bed, bed, scattered on the counter stood a few books and a tape recorder. A young guy to see us come in, without any immediately put down the book, close the music, got up and greeted us smile. He is the boss is also a chef, came here alone from Chongqing to conquer the world looked at him like all talented and hard working, Sichuanese deft movements, like the cooking vegetables and soon to come up with a few good dishes, it is difficult to imagine without Friends of how he pro-free in this remote barren areas through a long and lonely one day and night. Asked him, he was stoic, laughs habits.

We continue to leave the paryang yards to the holy lake adjacent to obstruct the wrong move. 15:00 more than passing a ranch far from the sun, see the next herders are busy lining up two for the several hundred sheep milking, sheep hearts wonder how they can be a long head to head obediently motionless came closer originally had been tied together by rope to get some also can not move. They all ran next to the finished photo is very beautiful blue floral pattern and a big white blanket of fresh goat's milk shed, and just drink the good of yogurt, five dollars a bowl, it was not enough to drink a bowl of a bowl again Still others spotted an owner Bian Hebian waist with a silver belt with a knife, take a pass over laughing and joking look at criticism. Not accustomed to drink, ran off-balance look at two Tibetan children sitting on the floor with the pebbles to gamble. . .

The car is to go when we quite flow, and along the way the fire has died three times, into the barren mountains, the same team with two off-road vehicles and supply trucks more than we have gone. Bear Master said the driver may be poor quality oil, diesel is often blocked the pipeline, so that the oil for nothing. In fact, long overdue to retire this old car is still running in a place like Ali, is also regarded as a miracle. Along the way we are extremely difficult to trim stop-go extremely slow. The third died when a fire at the roadside and I sat in the car take a nap, Guangdong Aberdeen, the big guys and and silence is golden bear watching in the car in front of the master vehicle. Tall, bears little master has always been as open as the front of the car cover, squatting along the upper and double-check the car.

Confused, I suddenly heard shouting, Bear Master: Fire! Opened his eyes a look, saw a burst fire, "Peng" squatting from the bear chef rushed to the side, I opened the door Xiangyemeixiang rush off to, Guangdong Tsai also washed down the side of his car. In our jumping off the tram at the same time, bear the master's hands because the dip gasoline, and instantly the fire in front of burning hair, and fortunately the big guy standing beside him eye fast chips, one will also squatted car dragging along the Bear Master get off at the same time flutter rate of fire on his body. Bear Master wearing cotton-padded clothes off in front of the vehicle caught fire quickly cover parts of several of winning the boys busy divvying up the sand on the floor constantly lavished on fire, scrambled to bring an put the fire out. At this time, we saw bears a master of the cotton-padded clothes have been burned. And then view the bears are also burnt Shangdebuqing master's hand, back of the hand joints had blisters all Shaoqi, and his hair tail is also visible traces of burnt, but fortunately did not hurt the body. That we do only one small bottle of safflower oil, I gave the master a simple deal with bears wounds, watching the already over fifty master bears wear unlined garment, with poor mobility, they repaired the car to hand, even though you are not sympathetic, but the To leave this deserted place to bear teacher is our only hope.

Engine finally "Dodo" sounded when it is 7:00, and we are here a whole more than an hour delay. With the mountains gradually rise, the temperature decreased, we have felt the cold, there is a short road is still under the hail. Sri Lankan mountains stretching along the post at the end of the mountains, our car crossed one after another lonely hillside, at the end of the road never seems to extend to the distance away. Sky dimming, crossing the Peak, the mountain is under the snow there were numerous (Oh, but in June), on both sides of the towering mountains wrapped in silver makeup elements, Veronika must Lun. In which a dark arc-shaped mountain peak and only a thin layer of snow Phi, seen from afar as if a white icing sugar sprinkled over the giant chocolate cake, but unfortunately, only allowed to see Xu hands. To see if the time is 21:00, 10 Tibet, before dark, unwittingly we have is a whole 8 hours without food, with the Guangdong Aberdeen in time to find out that he ate some chocolate points, but most want to eat when is steaming bowl of instant noodles, or even a cup of hot water Ye Hao. But the most important thing is to catch up with the team before dark, or after dark we will have to spend the night in remote places in the hills.

10 pm, leaving only a lamp lighting we are finally down into the valley, the road in the dark crisp looking team, we strongly identify the direction of vehicles, poor visibility and difficult road is so that we decided to abandon the search time, the distance in front of the dark there is a sudden flood on the North Korea side lights flicker a few times, ecstatic of us know that this is what our team signals. Opened in the past, where there are tents, sleeping bags, hot water, food and enthusiastic team-mates waiting for us. . .

Author: wiwi2000