April 28 8:30 am starting from Zhongdian, 11:30 Guo Benzilan, five points off to the Dade Qin.
The same car with a group of 78 Tibetan women, song and laughter along the way constantly, or possession of songs, or pop songs, such as the Tibetan children, the magic Jiuzhai, eagle in flight, the emancipated serfs to singing, back to Lhasa, the Tibetan Plateau , Everest, and even the story of the spring attachment, etc.. 1 month old the young co-beat, sometimes singing, sometimes solo, singing loud and hearty laughter filled the car, turn the steering wheel while the driver is also a side burst into song, this is full of hardships and dangers of the mountain does not care . On the Tibetan people's high-pitched singing voice and candid personality have a first intimate contact.
Driving through White Mang Snow Mountain, it is the snow flying, although the ice and snow outside the window, snowflakes, in-vehicle spring to waves of laughter because of this song and every warm. Snow-covered snow-capped mountains, the more run uphill climb, the forest of rhododendron flowers will be done, or pink, or white or purple, the Xue-lin in full bloom, with the green trees, snow white and blue mountains embraced , Shashi tempting. Car in the muddy and rugged Mercedes-Benz winding mountain road, how many times there is an old duck from a passing car at to Piaofei mountain away, has infinite silence and Xiao evil.
In the snow-capped mountains in the middle of the car to stop adding water, the water stations Tibetans ragged, messy hair, alone, on-street there is a tie-up with hardwood simple woodshed, was covered with thick snow, Tanabe a round aluminum pan and a bottle, probably is his perennial accommodation and somewhere to live. I can not imagine him in the cold night on how the get through, when they feel lonely, how could he hope that there is a car driver stopped at his former studio.
This road is earth and stone road, turned himself can not remember how many mountains, and have a number of pass. With the occasional slight altitude sickness, head and some expansion expansion, the rickety, Geshangyanjing, it has also slept for a while. Neighbor who is a businessman, and from Yunnan and southeastern Tibet area, to him to find out to Salt Deqin to Markam has operations in Pakistan, for Tibet is also calm down the traffic.
Deqin county seat is very small, only listed in a valley only a few row of houses (in Tibet, we found Deqin county seat of Tibet than to, not only is not small, is simply bustling metropolis). In order to facilitate the car, but also because of the rain in the evening traffic on the residential Deqin hotels, and bus stations together. Hotel condition in general, can not shower, bed and dirty, but also shed a Unit, cigarette smoke, foot odor, they always bring sleeping bags for the first time I have finally come in handy.
April 29th very early morning, awakened by a car's horn, tired in the sleeping bag is warm, comfortable, albeit a thin layer of acrylic sleeping bag, but very clean.
To get up at six o'clock, opened the curtains, the early morning sunlight sprinkled on the streets and hillsides, the blue sky seems within reach, a touch of white clouds floating in the wind. Looked from the window, the bright snow-capped mountains in the distance of the summit, originally thought it was Kawagebo peak, but in reality is not. See, however, silky and delicate white clouds are intertwined with the rules, as if under a blue embroidered, white substrates Cristaria extension started to go Xiongjun KIWI top of the mountain so a half is the half-cover, in the Chaoyang under Fanchu or light or bright silver. At this time approached to go more than hope, be able to pay their last respects it is proud of son's posture.
This should be a 9:00 on the grid, but have to wait to load, the roof of the wooden table with a full line of packs pile must have a meter tall, is also a carriage bristle. Outbound then squeezed into a lot of people, ten more years to leave the Deqin county. Tibetans first taste of the leisurely. It also is not, minibus along the way stop-go, and constantly pick up passengers, carriage of people really put pressure on people, my legs put a package on my side of the Tibetans has been packed back labeled my face. Trembling old lady looked at the door and children clutching desperately try to get on the back of people energetically pushed forward to them, could not help but worry for them, like good intentions and persuade them to take another car, the owner said that this place backwater, shuttle less able to Shao Shang's on the take along with others easily, the owner of the idea is not bad.
Even so crowded, it appears that the Tibetans have long used to the car, one by one laughing, some are still caught the mid-point of the smoke, the United States and the United States to smoking. Tibetans occasionally the car would have some strange look at me, but very friendly, through to the eyes; around two Tibetans along the way eager to introduce the story on the Merrill and roadside villages scenery, but also a Tibetan point of the a smoke filled smile to be handed it to me, I moved Lao Bantian.
Meili Snow Mountain Monastery flying vehicle and when the owner down and burn incense and worship, I have spent a half-day enthusiasm, jumped from the windows of the cars to. Although the storm is over, but the peak is still not willing to Kawagebo opened its veil of mist-shrouded peak, and even get Yanyanshishi Yamagata are blocked. Climbed into the truck move ahead, and suddenly there are Tibetans shouted to me: "Quick to see snow-capped mountains, Meili Peak." I followed his hand and looked to the vehicle, Kawagebo peak seems to me a joke, in the layer upon layer upon layer of clouds into Surprisingly, exposing his head, the high peak in the refraction of sunlight through the clouds light, a shining golden light, then the majestic and remote, demonstrate to the world with its magical and holy. At this time, winds are hoisted Mingyong is also clear in the eyes, Looking to the冰清玉洁, as if the milk out of Meili Snow Mountain, nurturing a green foot of the mountain villages. I am excited to come up with the camera, and regardless of vehicles in the gallop, sitting by the windows facing the chaotic beauty of a pass shutter.
After more than three in the afternoon to the salt well, just connect to the Markam Salt CMB. Originally expected to stay in Salt day tour of the Catholic Church, but to see Salt scenery in general, very few street children are old red eyes, very poor is also terror, brief stay, continue to accept the pain of bumps.
From Deqin to Markam mainly along the Lancang River rocky relations with the mountain peaks belong to transverse mountain ranges, broken and stones deposited by the mountain is very fragile, so both sides along the way are mostly landslides or debris flows, some of it apparently just happened. Landscape flush with the road (and sometimes do not understand that there are as many dry water out of the mountain gave birth to a raging Lancang River).
Edge of a cliff by a highway stacked piles of gravel, indicating sections also repairs; some sections did not, the water flowing from the roads with buried down the narrow gravel road bed often and in the hairpin bend. 4:15 departure from the Salt Soon, we met several times this road, when all the passengers had to walk through, look back and saw the master first in situ Meng stepped on the accelerator, the car braved the smoke to the chaos carn hit the past, on the rubble mound, wheel slip, the car tilted forward to the edge of a cliff, rickety, I can not help but gripped with horror in the distance, but each time the safety car finally got rolling again.
I was sitting on the window side, and sometimes looked at the stone cliffs, worried about a stone to pound the car, run over from time to time to see the wheels from the edge of a cliff, for fear of sand and gravel can not afford a serious overloading the body, falling in the river rolling rolling .
Along the way the car stop-go, it's still crowded overflowing. 22:00 more have come to the Sichuan-Tibet, Yunnan-Tibet powerhouse - Markam. Dark night in the city is very disappointing Markam, cell phones only decoration, a lot of people still crowded operating room registered in the Post to call their own as if suddenly returned to the reform and opening up of the film, very disappointed. Although some people have already told me the same car vaccination, saying that Markam backward, poor housing conditions, miss more is the only prosperity.
In addition to the Tibetans themselves this way after several family rub his stomach Sichuan essentially depends on the (other dishes are also try to eat, but after each attempt, without exception, refused to next time). Markam Sichuanese will be done, Szechuan Restaurant is all over the street, I live the weather is the boss of Chongqing Guest House. Guest House is very simple, but the owner is very warm, eating rice, put on the relationship between villagers and the large group of Sichuanese Wai side of the stove, to discuss how car tomorrow, and then move forward line. From their mouths, knowing the Sichuan-Tibet line pull-month-old landslides, blocking the river, but also blocked the roads, many people take the cliff road 78 kilometers and then ride it to the Markam. Shuttle boss sighed Road was originally not, the Yunnan-Tibet line, so few cars, which ride on what they could not afford to sit, and go to Qamdo to Nyingchi have trouble, you will be ready in two days here Duodai bar. What he is right and I have a loss, a gang of workers in Sichuan to Qamdo is moan and groan, the boss has been busy comfort. Consider also, away from home, but also in Tibet, "SAR" and does not suffer involvement is ready to do? ! Crawled into the sleeping bag tomorrow, tomorrow, think about how to do bar! After all, I finally entered the charmed footsteps had been a long time in Tibet.
April 30 a very good night sleep, woke up very early morning. Across a thin plank, next door to each other a pair of young men and women complain that voice loud and clear. Think of cars may also be hard to find his own nest in the sleeping bag inside a person does not understand that they have at least one Beijing Jeep could be sitting, move on, there is nothing to complain. Unlike most of us may have broken a few days trapped in this small county has.
Finally Biebu Zhu played a body, open the doors, that's great! A sky full of flying snow goose feather falling, not far from the mountains is very vague and guest houses in the courtyard of the car has already been covered with a thick white coat. I am excited, the first night in Tibet, this holy white come so quietly, in a fresh morning, the thin air of pure character so permeated my body.
Only seven in the morning, facing the swirling snow, the city embarked on a unique section of asphalt Markam, such as Divergence walked (Sichuan-Tibet, Yunnan-Tibet Highway intersection). Road on both sides of a very compact arrangement of the Tibetan people's house, the house still new, the wall pattern is very bright, this room who are still sleeping in the silent heaven and earth. Almost on my way to a man, somehow some smug, I feel myself slowly being dispersed, was melted.
Slowly walked a round trip, and on the road more and more people up, one a very worried look, looking for cars more. House bosses Qile Chuang, surrounded by a group of employees, said the car, and I scrambled the up, but the boss said or those words last night, the number of cars in the yard in a circle, ride on fear is hard to find a . Car Rental do have the Beijing Jeep, the price what took me scared to go back, Banda 1200. Anyway, with snow to see, could not walk is also nothing. I am still learning about Tibetan adaptable bar!
But apart from Weizhaohuolu sitting, and some misfortune comrades chat, nor capable other. So, or stroll the streets. At this time on the street carrying a packet carrying a large bag of people more and more cars on the road a lot, but apart from Colombian soldiers shipped back and forth soil engineering vehicles, that is, fire three rounds, and the occasional passing cars Moxi. Deterred quite a while, still no news of car Moreover, a person's own back a colorful big bag in the street would have seemed too personal a. Or try holding the idea back of the pack You Xiang fork in the road walk.
Street in twos and threes the children are to go to school, now has 9 o'clock, and later to see their school, appearance is very modern, but also beautiful, well-being of these children are also considered.
Go for a while, feeling good, had thought him alone, so I really had no car in front of the village to ask how far to go before such a fine. Arrived junction, a large group is clamoring for, I hasten to Cou past, the timing is right, a group of people pack a Dongfeng truck to Bomi, 150 yuan / person, a police finished the money is being closed one by one. I Xiangyemoxiang, took out money to him.
Tibetan truck belonging to the roadside, we have large group, more than 40 individuals, young and old, the police farmers, pots and pans, luggage bags, vie with each other got on, I pushed to the rear, a sizeable, After the tarp one way or another, but also breathe. I finally had to sit out of the open space can not be sitting in the car on the board, pulled a package, refused to take what is inside, and sat down. Everyone through together, Mo Jian wrong arm, cross-brachial stacked shares reluctantly sitting in the car into a 4.
Shouted the old people in the car for a while, but no cars moving. The police take the initiative to jump the car to go see, come back and say Tibetans took the money, go to worship, and was burning incense chanting of. Also waiting for 10 minutes, Tibetans came to a dusty tarpaulin pulled down, but on the cover of the roof, rear, or dew out, probably do not want us as stowaways Mende Yanyanshishi, anyway Tibet The traffic police also do not care what kind of car to the passenger.
The car was finally moved. Started in the car were pretty excited, spoke of the experience of looking for cars, are glad that they are finally on the road, I am the same. The drizzle turned the car on the mountain, mountain side is a good sun, slowly uneven pavement, and the car stumble stagger hesitate any connection as slow as a snail crawling, dust burst burst of rushed the car, the car's As the dust is also constantly stirring up the car shake. Soon, one by one we have is a dust sounded. Stacked inside the baggage car was Britain too dispersed, and our legs had to probe the opposite of people under the buttocks. Father and daughter next to me is that little girl is only five, and later along the way are able to endure hardship, good as gold.
The scenery outside the car in general, an attached one big mountain, mostly barren, the best there was short, withered rhododendron trees and isolated. I continue to flutter over to avoid the dust, his nose done to smoke from time to time the mouth of the sand spit. Fortunately, the car people will find music, criticizing the U.S. spy plane, but also talking about the Sichuan-Tibet line, landslides, some of them to overcome the difficulties plays a game of poker.
18:00 minutes, the car entered the Zogang county, smooth asphalt so that everyone would feel very comfortable. Most people without food for lunch, jumped out of their cars, each person who suddenly Tengqi a burst of dust, the roadside to see the local people's enthusiastic. However, we all did not care so much, belly matter, and one followed by a burst into the restaurant.
Continue to get on the train eating hurry, I hasten to improve the equipment, and wear a rain hat and mask, although the sky dimming, sunglasses also continues to play a role in blocking dust.
At this time, vehicles are on the Banda plateau, bringing a moon, there are few stars in the shining, the snow-covered plateau of rolling hills, an oasis in, between heaven and earth were these Bing Ying Qing light soak into. Occasionally, there will be driving the distance a beam of light across the sky and snow-capped mountains seem closely linked, but also is so empty and cold winter. Time and space seem to disappear here, and this month they not Bitian silver is in such ancient times? Living in which the awareness of the body and heavy and seemed to be by this pure light penetration, immersion, offerings were clear of the intangible. Only occasionally drilling to whinny wind stung my face, playing a cold war, as if awakened from a dream.
I would like to jump in this car roaming the wilderness, like a simple-minded, black bear, but life here seems so insignificant and helpless, I am sure can not afford.
From Banda down to Basu, traffic is even worse, we seem to be in a sieve over a continuous shaking of the beans, the temperature has dropped drastically. Carriage of the order of the people never lost sitting in formation, one by one rickety, all my head is also stuffy, and refused to take a crowded, legs and feet numbness, and sitting in a wok on the buttocks, leaning do not know who legs staggered confused in the past.
May 1 confused, the abruptly stopped the car, the original of a pregnant woman sitting in the cab severe stomach pain, and quickly Chile Yao, reportedly also more than 10 days after the expected date of childbirth. Car everyone guess is condemned to hell, and really why he sighed, knowing the conditions in Tibet is not good, in order to be born but also fled to Tibet, stomach which can withstand the bumps of children.
Three in the morning, coming to an Basu. Under the car a few people, including my father and daughter around. After a local hospital in the military, ultrasonic wife also got out. I hasten to get off loose also live a bit Suanma limbs.
Basu to the road surface is the same rawu Let us uncomfortable, the car in the dark mountains in the crawl, while wearing a mask, my nose and mouth is still full of sand. Fortunately, a little more lenient, buttocks Xiadian had brought with slippers, leaned on backpacks, buttocks jumping, pain, fight back, time to sleep when you wake up, just looking forward to that day the hearts of fast light, this car is also quick arrival .
Gradually to rawu the valley has large tracts of meadows, snow-capped mountains in the morning breeze in more bone-chilling feel Lengao. Rawu groove is high mountains and deep valley, the cliff Shen He, road potholes, steep road, hanging glaciers fall into the street from time to time. However, the carriage is another most of the people already trapped and hungry, this numbness, and disorder to lie down in.
7:00 am, the car ran Wuzhen arrive. A small town surrounded by snow-capped mountains, across the road from the town. Said that the town, but that is only a few restaurants, and the depot. Hard to get up and jump off the car, the smug, as if recently unearthed terracotta warriors and horses, but also Xianggang drilled soil cave ape. I asked a local child, Ran Wuhu location, originally only a few hundred meters away, the way a trot, heading straight Ran Wuhu away.
Not to be in summer, too little snow causes Ran Wuhu near the town is a broad marsh, a large reservoir with a puppy dog is marsh on the stroll, he saw me, barking forward to running the distance去. Although the small lake, but the two sides are beautiful snow-capped mountains, sparkling under the sun. I have photographed much of a hurry, the scenery is not satisfied, the body does drowsy, Ran Wuhu abandoned plans to walk back to town with large forces to join.
This time, and the police car chat on the days the original, who was the railway police, the Qinghai-Tibet railway in Tibet is the preparatory work for the service. To see him look even more funny laugh, big blocks on the thick layer of soil, eyebrows have become loess color face is spent, where there are few soil is red, earth in many places is gray, one a The. Speaking of the suffering, emotion, lot, saw him collapse of the 64-style pistol, to help him shoot at the car at a few calories in order to show pictures. Under such circumstances we face, sighing, "Saint of Fort Washington" heroic suffering, but also made fun of each other's panic, to suffer for pleasure.
After a short break along the Ran Wuhu forward. Ran Wuhu more beautiful and good-looking, the two sides are high and steep beautiful snow white peaks, lower mountains are silver hanging branches of the forest, the forest into a piece of red and white azaleas bloom in colors, vibrant. When crystal hanging from the top of glaciers, ice tongue has touched the lake water. Become increasingly clear green water, the reflection of snow-capped mountains visible in the shore. By the highway side of Beaches, sometimes lush shrubs and grass, and occasionally there are 32 sheep leisurely walk through.
I have some regrets on foot just cancel the decision, all right, the middle car stopped for a few minutes, let me hastily viewed Ran Wuhu. Remembered covered with dust and fatigue, or nostalgia for arranging the Ran Wuhu after then.
Truck after that seems to have gone further down the slow carriage is still dusty. When approaching wooden bar, on the asphalt road, the driver plays a game of put the Tibetan gap gap refueling came alive again in the game, reminds me of the original ride buses, the driver kicked out of stations step on the accelerator, and then slide into the next stop circumstances. 12 noon, in the grievances, the truck finally came to a wooden tie. Off years, I went straight away Bomi House of Posts and Telecommunications.
Know from the Internet, postal and guest houses can shower. Solar water heaters can be as bad, the boss has not yet repaired. Although the streets are public showers, but still asked for a hot water, washed his head, scrub trouble, nose and ears are a fan effort cleaning fee. Also look for the boss borrowed a washing machine, washing clothes, the body was finally at ease, as if by several kilograms.
Rolling wood is Bomi county, there is no feature, urban assistance, mainly from Guangdong, but the business, a restaurant and run basically letting people in Sichuan and Chongqing. I live in Post House side is a square, but also aided by the Guangdong Province, which is a concrete platform and a large wherever he goes, and field house puzzle a few flower beds, but did not take only a weed, and field house on the stage of a heaps horse dung feces exudes a stinking vitality.
On both sides of the street of small restaurants, shops, Lu Xiangting and guest houses, one next to one. The stone steps on the street sat a sturdy Tibetan old man, I do not know bother him, and loudly Mazhuo Street, aggressive appearance, next to a bowl of buttered tea and be fitted with a thermos of tea, cursing for a while and drink, plus one, very structured, but also a moment in Tibetan, while in broken Chinese. The street people turn a blind eye, I heard far away, and dared not go near the see, standing across the street to see secretly asked a pendulum street stalls, and said it was crazy, I do not believe him because he sounded very red Light, fairly decent clothes than I have seen a lot of Tibetans and clean more.
Xue-Feng Zhou Town, 4 wooden rolling stands of forests and Parhong zangbo river blue river, which traverses the city too. I ate at a hostel for quite a few mouthfuls of water, the boss said it was the mountain spring water, I find that really sweet, flavor Meaningful really a blessing to local people.
May 2 Meimeidishui a sense, good spirits. The weather was fine, today I was destined for Palestinian townships Longmen Pai. Chang sat a half-past nine micro-cargo departure (up to tangmai 50), the driver is a small Chongqing. Pa on the road along the river, although the two sides snow-capped mountains, but had to off the sweater, the strong sunlight, the air more and more hot flashes. Looking at the mountains, the roadside, lush valleys, flood green show, occasionally a white line across the mountains, waterfalls and a voice over. Vitis uninterrupted jungle mainland exception than the sharp.
This way also saw a rare vegetable in Tibet, scattered in the valley and foothills. Roadside grazing cattle often fled to middle of the road, the car horn and the driver paid no attention to the shouting. There is a flood car to walk on and witnessed the power of debris flows, distant mountains have been cut by a half, washed down the rocks look like an extension of two kilometers, the original road had not see a trace, and tied up with rope debris flow prevention dam has been almost completely filled.
The way to go through classes at the famous 102, where frequent landslides, small Chongqing have been complaining that the conservation of the People's Armed Police in charge of the conservation team section. This is a short road that few people in particular, to maintain, so for the edge of a cliff road tilt, as has been carpet-bombed the same as leaving a lot of deep pit lane is just for one car through, or the steep uphill and then down Meng Shui . The more than 100 meters of small Chongqing Road, the driver told me that they called the gate of hell, vehicle weight too much No, skid Pabushangqu and easy to slip edges of; car is not too little weight is good, bouncing and vivacious, road slippery to not live direction. Edge of a cliff just another a few days ago turned down a flat-head Dongfeng truck, hanging Qinghai card, front pulpy, body bent, but the car including the wheels were dismantled things finished. Small Chongqing, said the truck driver is still in a coma it. I looked at the scalp can not help but cold. Small Chongqing car may be small, we are all out of the car, walked this paragraph. The other side of the mountain is snow under the blue sky roof green thick pine forest, Fei Liu and under the waterfall, at the foot of the river pour away the clear, or the same beautiful.
12:30 to tangmai town, in a small noodle shop to eat noodles. Noodle House is the boss Yang Yaan, Sichuan people, to Tibet 10 years, first as soldiers, even after roads, open a restaurant, married a Tibetan, Tibet, the natural feeling of the deep. Za qu him talking about going to see the Grand Canyon, he introduced me to a row of dragon's guide - Wangdui.
Quick two points, good-bye to Young boss, set foot on the road on foot to a row of dragon. Accompanied by one to three Yigong wrong given the surname Hu Sichuan Brother, you can walk out together tangmai Bridge. Chatted about his battles with the experience of Tibet, stone market, tea plantation and construction have done every job, I can only admire the many hard-working Szechuanese in Tibet, brave spirit. In contrast, I have the trouble of journeying in this way, what is difficult to speak of!
Go soon to a newly built bridge in tangmai. Bridge is a steel cable cars temporary bridge, the bridge built in the loosely-based on the foot of the debris flow. Washed out of the original bridge abutment on a rocky beach in the silence with, it would seem to you cry. The wrong direction from the bridge to the Yigong looked, Yigong zangbo River raging river cheered from the depths of the canyon from the distant clouds of snow-capped mountains on a winding, near the Castle Peak on the ancient trees.
Bridge by armed police guards, we have a break in the bridge half an hour, probably also had a 56 car, Hu Sichuan, on the one bandwagon, with broke up with me good-bye. I declined to help me a small Hunan soldiers hailed the good intentions, determined to walk alone tangmai natural barrier.
A time when two in the afternoon too, over the bridge, though that hot, a person walking in the valley between snow-capped mountains in the blue sky white clouds flying, river ravine at Castle Peak in the Pentium, what will not think about everything, as if their own member of this pure Vacant world really is a life-long dream experience.
Two oncoming tractor, car Tibetans looked at me strange, I hasten to take the initiative to beck and call, Tibetans have laughed and told me also beckoned. Even after the car much, but the car were very friendly, perhaps the reason people look at me a bar, we all waved greetings to each other, this feels very good.
Roadside mountain soil loose, there is an engineering vehicles, specially after I stopped beside the car of the Tibetans looked at me curiously, a sizeable carefully told me be careful of the stone mountains fall, I immediately followed suit thanks. Sure enough, the front section of the road is just dealt with the mountain of broken earth and rock has been rolled down a half of earth and rock beneath a tree has fallen down, and many empty places hanging roots, trunk to tilt the street, I am worried sneeze it will filter down to me, breathless to walk.
Go for a while, would like to sing out loud, but you are afraid alarmed by Kamiyama, so chaotic hum stretch. When approaching Lao Huzui saw the road in front of moving silhouette, is clearly a Tibetan. To take advantage of him to rest, catch up after it. Originally called the same Zong-ren blue, carrying a large blanket, to Lhasa to worship, from Basu, the road has been operating in more than 10 days of the. To see if he were thirsty to drink the water flowing down the mountain road, but also took out his arms Chuaizhe of barley noodles steamed to me to eat, was very impressed. However, he said in Chinese, very difficult, but also Shaoyanguayu not singing, not much fun.
Went to Lao Huzui, the other side of a straight thin line falls, as if chiseled in the rock out. The air was filled with a foul taste, hot and humid, and clouds of grass mosquitoes chase me, I think of dry Leech and poisonous snakes, I could not help to speed up the pace.
OK to Pai Lung Tsuen, there are two rivers join, canyons Da Guaiwan the valley in the small village huts patchwork, wind and horse flags fluttering in the wind, Mani Dui vigil at the entrance to the village. Feels like a row of Ryugo, but in reality there are three kilometers away from the row of Ryugo.
As the shoes are too loose, today, I wear thin socks, uneven pavement, sand, into the shoes. Only discomfort, not feel pain, but still take off your shoes look, this look scared his jump, the two former two large blisters on feet. Also attend to many, grit one's teeth forward.
Zong-Ren Yu Qing with peers repeatedly reminded me, in front of the village people like poisoning, they do not eat anything, eat a can not leave the village, or after three months will slowly die. He found a place and stopped, saying it was no go. Although I have also seen the book on the legend of Moinba, but still believe the party and government, how could it have such a thing is possible!
Ran into the village in a small group (originally Wangdui's cousin), said that the band I went to za qu, saying the Grand Canyon would cost to go with the mayor on the set, the hearts of secretly ponder the mayor is not a dark tyrant. 5:30 to Niyang with Pago River confluence, a distance see the wood has been the rope bridge, the Grand Canyon of the channel is already in the eyes, I saw the two sides of serious landslides, road hard, as seen.
To find a row of Ryugo Wangdui. Wangdui more than 20 years old, is a guard post and telecommunications cables, driving a grocery store and guest houses. Pulled into his home, Heng Xiaxin come to the Grand Canyon, but still Yaogen mayor to talk to the intersection of management fees. I said, blisters on feet, he gave my client to Xijiao Shui, but also won a leg of lamb cut open, very warm. I also took out a backpack smoke, sent a few boxes to him.
Tibetan meat is squatting or sitting on the ground, in a stakes was short on, short machete三下五除二thick, cut into blocks of trouble; very simple way of cooking meat thrown into the pot, put salt, add a little wild Sansho like cooked vegetables, too. Wangdui home at night to eat, Fencan system, one bowl of mutton and bread (not on the table eating a woman), not only remembered to write the book and Zong-Ren Yu Qing said, then they gave special attention to where I used to bowl from , whether special, some uneasy.
From the beginning, I entered the room, Wangdui and the others to drink white wine opened in Sichuan, also you have a I 1, there is no tapas, to finish two bottles of rice wine, VIS in the near future. I have been drinking yak butter tea, hot buttered tea actually tastes better, in Tibetan at home, your bowl of buttered tea was always full. I Bianhe Bian Kan, probably drank a bottle so much, not lose them.
Eaten rice, Wangdui come up with a carton, the carton hidden inside a pile of pills, he looked at the words on the pills found a swallow. Will not be the antidote to it, I asked myself. Wangdui told me that he had diarrhea, so eating this medicine. See his full grasp of the butter in a bowl, in the face and hair to Shangmo erase, suddenly shiny are lessons. I also understand why the Tibetans will not be drying peeling, bedding is also greasy, and the room sour.
Pai Ryugo no electricity, but the mayor home, Wangdui family has generators. Wangdui group around the table, play to open a "shop Golden Flower", a Hong Kong films like Rounders, we should bet on the size of a few poker games.
Nine o'clock, and the mayor Wangdui go home. Dumen courtyard home is mayor, is lying in bed, family Wai in front of the TV watching television. I like a primary school students, explaining what came in. He also said that the Qing Geige convenience class, then mayor cast a glance my one and said, being sick tomorrow morning then. I also Meipi Qi, after all, this is his fields, peasants obediently back out, and Wangdui to discuss, to get to a deputy mayor. Pair of roadside mayor also opened a family grocery store, although there is a deep courtyard, but the TV on the shop side, the room lights, sat a dozen people, door and window there are many adults and children (It should be a bar from poor families), watching television images, but also looked at the mayor of family members face.
Vice-mayor fairly polite, listen to me say errand, pretentious asked asked whether or not the Public Security Bureau, Bureau of Forestry proof and so on, determined to pay 200 yuan to talk about the management fee (and Wangdui guide fees equivalent), charge the identity, but also confessed safety, caution and so on. Returned, in accordance with Wangdui meaning, bought some fruit and sugar to present to the children along the way, Wangdui looked for Liusuo, arrested for possession of the pills, but also inserted a bottle of liquor in the backpack.
Guest House on the road, log cabins, wood effect flooring has been supported from the ground, but the gap between the big wood. House is not latch, one night the door of the peaceful scene is not inserted. But I do not mind at peace, the house no power, dark and the. I will proceed to the next power in mind today's trip, worried about the blisters on feet will affect tomorrow's itinerary. Listening to echoes of waves and the occasional several more dogs barking, I think of a distant people who I love, what they are doing, whether it reminds me far away from their lone person? Finally confused in the ill at ease in the past.
May 3 was awakened at midnight last night. Are confused, the feeling of sleeping bags have things running subconsciously Teng to bounce if you dropped, screamed, it seems mouse, open a flashlight, a bit is safflower oil spill around the bed and mattress on, and regardless of rats to eat not eat to this. This surprised a lot of sober, to more than three in the morning until they go to sleep six in the morning they woke up.
7:00 am on time and set foot on the road to the Grand Canyon, the sky clouds quite thick, and valleys covered with dark clouds, no wind, not good weather, like in the summer, before the arrival of a storm, very sultry. The movement for a pair of thick socks, foot blisters, not too great. Departure, it has been Wangdui walk in front of two attached after a suspension bridge, overlooking the deep valley below the surging river, although the sloshing of the powerful, but with the thin strip of sky to go in Yunnan tiger jumped experience, I feel not in the addition of insurance, does not get excited.
To za qu of the original mountain are in the mountains, but due to landslides too much and a section of road was buried in the landslides of earth and rock on the walk was an unusually dangerous thing, it requires frequent down to the riverbed went through a period of rocks Beach, in the climb up the mountainside trail.
After a two bridge, the valley it began to rain, but fortunately not. Wangdui's parents home in Don East Village, he brought some of these things, we give a lift turn the mountains to visit. This section of road is the steep mountain road, the forest, the air is extremely hot, a short while I am tired panting, sweating, foot discomfort gradually increased. Looking back Wangdui, but also sweating, clothing and back are wet. A short span of a few hundred meters, we snacked on a walk, went so far spent more than half an hour.
To the ridge, Don East Village on hillside slopes, between huts is the green barley fields, and entrance to the village of Mani Dui is a few neat rows of white streamer, it is simple and chic.
Za qu look at the distance of the road, heavy mountain resistance, many landslides way off, the black cloud rolling hills, a storm Fengyuyulai trend. Wangdui say this today, probably not za qu able to have 90 o'clock in the evening before that, if occasionally rain increased, the road debris flows, landslides and dangerous, were stopped in any place, the former shop in the middle of nowhere on the dangerous. Feet, the pain seemed to me then showed the red and remembered Wangdui is also holding the stomach and decided to rest in the Wangdui's parents home, then make our decisions.
Wangdui parent family structure is very simple log cabin, into the door had a small room, went to the main house. This room is the kitchen, dining room, reception room, another bedroom. The room was dark, with only two small windows, windows, roof and surrounding walls are dark and the Xunde. Depend on the side of the window is a row of bed, opposite the pots and pans, where the wall is the soil in the middle of the fire brick stove, firewood crackle in burned Zhengwang.
Dark timber beams and walls covered with a white three fingerprints, Wangdui said that when the cast to the New Year, and plans a safe good luck. Home basin and water spoon is quite distinctive, are brass, and large and small, many months, basins word out in open water, spoons hanging on the wall, neat, like opened a Tongpen and copper spoon a small display shop.
Wangdui's parents are warm, the grandmother sat by the fire have been looked at me with a smile. Home two two small four hounds, all of them with green eyes, like wolves, in particular the large black bitch was very fierce. Duke of white dogs amiable, I am careful to give it reason hair, hugged. 2 small black dog ran ran, on the ground Dazhao Gun, very cute.
I sat down off the socks, the former foot-breaking at frighteningly white outside, the sky did not improve. The Grand Canyon is doomed and I am not privileged, and only hope that the next time.
Butter tea is indispensable, and I also took "folder So-" (possession of sound, long barrel, the system buttered tea) pound the next two. To sit down and soon, mother began to cook. While, dinner, and an album before me a small bowl, bowl is a cooked green vegetables, very good to eat. A big dish of fertilizer in December of pork, the whole foot has 32, I was stunned, unable to start with. Hesitated a moment, the total can not be good at grasping it, carry out with a knife, cut two small pieces, never eat any more. Put off for a long time, Wangdui took the knife and divided into two blocks, each block with the other guests swallowed the stomach.
Wangdui brother after eating under the leadership of a higher mountain to climb Another is said to be Lex za qu and the Grand Canyon of the trapezoid Gorge. Unfortunately, it is looked dark clouds rolling in, surrounded by the distant mist-shrouded mountains is also very regrettable. However, the small mountain wild flowers and the green barley quite engaging and refreshing.
Go back to the house, and the guide fee Wangdui somewhat happy, I have also brought with donated a lot of drugs down, but have no dispute, but fortunately there are highland barley wine to drink, a bit thick, sweet and sour sweet and sour of the , like the home of rice wine, is very delicious, Heliaohaoji cup.
Back row Ryugo Government, Wangdui way dallying, and I am very anxious to hurry forward, it is feared head of the township to the ID card would also like to continue paying the management fees. Two o'clock to the township government, deputy head of the township is "Golden Flower shop", when you see me in her hands grip the 1 yuan, also heard my explanation, but also the ID card to me, then flew into the room of. I am therefore pleased and grateful to the irrepressible manner from him.
Other Wangdui coming back, finishing a good backpack, sitting in the roadside waiting for a train. And so on for a while, I'm beginning to worry about today whether to leave, in the Sichuan restaurant saw the contract for a road foreman, Sichuan Qionglai people, where a long kick down the phone back to the East. I told him to link the fellow got on his broken jeep, though only to the east a long time, but can leave the row of long, I've been very satisfied.
The road ahead is Daxing works, do solid edge road drainage, roads are poor, dust sky. Project labor contractor, the vast majority of migrant workers from Sichuan side of the road.
Two kilometers from the East a long time, I had to start walking. Every step feet feet palm will aggravate the pain point, bite the sticks to try to work with the heels and soles side. I feel like I go up with the duck is almost, or else like a bandy legs. But it is a proud, because the roadside workers are surprised to see me the only solution for travelers.
At four o'clock to the East a long time. Dongjug much greater than the row of dragon, it is now Tibet days old section of road east of the headquarters. Construction vehicles coming and going, the driver or their families were also hanging around. There are several tea Lu Xiangting town, a little flavor of modern culture, but I am very glad that there are no phones, or else how can I ride here.
Sitting on the roadside waiting for a train to the 81, one day over the road drivers, Minato, Xia Liao, I do not boring. Know that the mountain of toxic trees blowing miasma will be able to make rough and so forth who have heard of Lian Zhong neck. Especially in an isolated small town, was a special look at the people here can be different, feel not bad. From their mouths, knowing there is a row of dragon to the 81 Jeep was running the operation, but today went to Bomi, we should be over here tomorrow afternoon to 81. Until 20 o'clock, there is no wait for a ride to sit, had checked into a roadside Tibetan guest house.
Said to be guest houses, but in reality is a Tibetan's home, a big house, but also that he opened Luxiang Ting (put VCD), but that is the wall a slip of the bed to entertain residents and themselves. My body dust burst forth, a heavy odor, but did not care so much, looking for the Tibetans to be a little water, wiped his face, 9:00 off the hue and cry on TV and in the attention of the audience already gone to sleep .
Author: watman
