Qiandongnan running account (6)
Back to Rongjiang - December goose population Bridge - Basha head brushed past the old bridge, so we had to wait two hours, so we met a group of friends
From the Fengdeng back Rongjiang fairly smoothly, and then proceed from the Rongjiang continued eastbound, not an hour to wax geese bridge, traffic has been good, but because of the bridge piers sunk December geese are bridges, I do not know because the water in Guizhou large causing it to collapse, or because of their own quality problems, in short, can not take the car, just so extraordinary.
Walk through the bridge, we found the bridge that the first car did not. We thought that after the broken bridge, there are always cars in this first-class business, the result is disappointing. Pianyou Unfortunately, the days when they have had in the drizzle, we stood in the mud the ground, struggling to watch.
And so on for a while, we decided to walk forward, not far from the bridge where there is a shop, we found the shop and sat outside the shop more than 20 travelers like us. With each other hello, we know that they are in Chongqing who come from the direction of Kerry, and as we go Congjiang. They were used to pack the car, not a want to a gang robbed the first Cantonese (and later confirmed gang Cantonese is what we encounter in the group of Rongjiang and Fengdeng), had to let the driver go back again. Run into the same destination, pieces of people who are always happy to do, and we sat together to chat with, feeling very speculative, Chongqing people's unity and enthusiasm to our hearts and warm.
No car is a very painful thing, especially for those who in the hurry to get somewhere. Front of the store a couple of cars parked in Chongqing have been asked of those times, and either running out of oil, or no car, or the driver is not. I even knocked all over the roadside all the other people's doors, asked if they have any cars being willing to take the trip, still there is no way.
Chongqing who apparently is more relaxed than we are, a few older older simply playing cards, the rest of the people eat and drink, we are fortunate to share their own Chongqing, bacon and sausage. Waited for more than an hour later, a part of Chongqing ,7-8, decided to walk on her own personal heavy bag, walked one foot of mud hit the road. We wait for a while, it felt so not an option, there are 10 kilometers away from Congjiang, but only 5 kilometers away from the sand-eup, if the wait until the night without a car, it should walk around to see. We then have the back pack, was preparing to start, I suddenly heard a car roar onto the highway a look, and sure enough a minibus Dangling in coming.
The mood at this time can only be used to describe the excitement, and we flew past Ben. That car U-turn after the bridge has been such an old person in the bridge flooded up the whole brain, and we also try to get on set teeth. Pass shop, we in the car waving goodbye to a friend in Chongqing. Broken Bridge Let us wait two hours, so we met a group of friends.
Car opened more than 1 hours, the driver shouted to us: "to the Basha, Basha's, under the.", We quickly squeeze off. Down the car will suddenly find the road jammed with people, and all dress up. The girls wear a full set of national costume, wearing a full set of jewelry, clothing, boys were also neat, but also carrying shotguns, carrying wine pot. Distance, watching us, his face with a warm smile. Let us such a warm surprise, we found one in a crowd dressed the same and our people, who thereupon asked him about. Man leisurely to say: "Wait a minute provincial party secretary to come, they meet on the road."
This we understood why.
Basha to dress a unique hairstyle known, we are lucky, are catching up with all of them dress up, but also on the road, they do not go to our in-depth villages, took the opportunity to enjoy a good look, and the Guizhou Provincial Secretary have once worked in Hubei Province, can be regarded as our old leadership, so good luck let us laugh more than Basha Miao girl still sweet.
Despite the rainy days, and the rain increasing, Basha's emotions are very high. The girls hair is already wet, and also neat to stand on the road, while other boys while playing the Lusheng - a tall bamboo musical instruments, tall, large, move to the waist of time, on top of already high ground hovering in mid-air by. This Lusheng voice is very strange, ethereal sounds floating, like the forest rustle through the wind, gently glide trees, which sounds a little, among the vicissitudes of life, contains a pool of dead calm change.
And so on for a while, we decided to look at the art village, Basha, including a total of five villages located on both sides of the road, we are along the road walking down the side of the lane, is the latest in a village. In the villages around for a while, probably because the village will all go on the road together, we feel that the village was deserted. Soon, we found a few trees between the high swing, said, this is where the local young men and women falling in love, specifically about how a law it seems that we can not know, but we invited the local child swing a few times, a quick photo for a while pictures.
Back to the road, we have seen in Basha who is on the way to place Tubao - two inches to high, an inch thick over an iron Dunzi, inside is held down tightly gunpowder, on top of paste with Wong. A Look at posture, we know that this would be traumatic loud. Men and women of the village to sing and dance in the rain, their own entertainment, it seems to wait for how long you will not find a long time, from time to time the sound of a car came, they were quickly lined up to greet the preparation. Then there car and found the car was not to wait until the spread laughter, so often repeatedly, do not feel bored. We waited for nearly two hours, already feel numb feet, coupled with the rain sometimes big, sometimes small, it is a bit tired, Basha were so enthusiastic and they still look like the one.
We probably spent two hours when a bus pulled up, we immediately recognized the vehicle is near Chongqing were friends, even though they are very crowded car, or adhere to put on us. We have also abandoned the provincial secretary of the grown-ups, immediately on the bus, once again eliminating the need for hard work on foot.
By Congjiang, we continue to drive increased rural-to-high and high by Xiao Huang is the only way to go. To a high by the driver can say whatever they do not want to go, and that sun goes down, Xiao Huang, under the rain, traffic can not take such a car. We have repeatedly requested, and re-asking price, the driver of a grit one's teeth and decided to take us a way overnight.
Author: nicchan
