3 bumps
Our metal magic dragon boat all the way toward the place where the world's highest embarked, this time the sun is beginning to become more and more uncertain. Car a very lively event, children crying, adults, verbal abuse, the PLA soldiers whispering, the young couple studies map and try to ask questions to the drivers, the Japanese, or looking out the window a daze or Mengtoudashui, Israel and Germany, a suspect in my head and their tour guide on the benefits the West about Tibetan Buddhism and Han Buddhism, the relationship and distinction, I would you read one book from the rear of the bus picked up the broken beds under fiction. We are able to drive a real car before the Golmud in Qinghai-Tibet Highway in cities around the circle, next to the aforementioned five and their dependents. To leave the city when the car in a pit where Britain a moment, this near-aging gray-brown little book begins with the bottom out of bed come into my field of vision. This is the first book did not end, the main force of the Qing Dynasty about a girl will be the only future generations as a family how to escape all the dangers and temptations too great hatred of repair was finally reported to the immortal, I think that although it Tingyou vulgar meaning, then this The Cheats of the discovery process of the Qinghai-Tibet called my first jolt.
More than six in the evening side of the road when we eat a small restaurant uric together along with a stop at the door directly down from Xining, the iron shelf bus. I sat in a greasy red side table, found in some cold days. Our car, like a wall, like a Juba Shi Huang in, gave me a dumb a voice that you a person come from? I said, oh. Che Bashi said, oh, then I do not know where to pull out from a small iron plate and a cup of tea and fried sunflower seeds placed in front of me that wants to, I felt quite good this person. In fact I later found that they are quite good big nose Khampas worst, like a Grimm fairy tale, but also where the big black bear, there is no kind of always lurking around in your sinister villain.
Small restaurants and equal treatment of customers, each one Haiwan noodles with the onion soup Spicy fried beef covered the surface, incense was a mess. Israel and Germany, the two suspects apparently to deal with Chinese noodles veteran, first kick into gear and then blowing Xiliu noodle bowl of soup to eat the last drunk than anyone else Xiang, Ye West Men Men sitting in the ground next to smoking, do not even rice to eat. I finished the noodles, and the two sat drinking tea on board four Che Bashi pumping their guns still worse than cigarettes, hear them chat with the Tibetan language Beijing Beijing sandwiched what, and do not look at me when you smile , we know that they say this is my gossip. At this time Yeshe came asking for a light, and his lighter running out of oil. I gave him my lighter and asked him why he did not eat, he said eat you eat you, look at me to do. I thought this man fuck Bushihaodai, and his face just like how the weather on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, saying that as they please.
Car and then opened up when I began to pay attention to the scenery outside the window. Ash blowing. The sky is gray is the gray dirt mountain road that is the gray ash of our car is gray, and I may also be gray. This is a Pentium I think we almost 4,000 meters above sea level on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, those I am familiar with the congestion, pollution, bar activity, the Dark Night of the struggle and so on and so forth, there is no doubt that are taking place, but they are How far away from me in the end, I can not be calculated. My destination is completely unknown to me, so I do not know our magic train brought me to where the final will go. So I have chosen to go as it has been in the bumps in the breathing gradually losing weight. I do not feel I'm closer and closer or farther and farther; it is being east or west, is being; it is gradually increased or gradually reduced; this trip, the swaying rhythms of the car does not seem to end. I rush to a decision at the start the first three days in Tibet this destination, but when it starts even watch no band. A week ago in the west of the train, I had no control over time in order to uncertainty and unease, and now the time is slowly lost its significance.
At this point, our shelves have been breaking the largest piece of open space on the world's highest road in 78 hours, out of the window a dark, and occasionally saw road workers dormitory in the distance lit twilight lighting. Half of the Japanese began to oxygen, oxygen tank and oxygen were issued by the hissing sound of throat people think this is a wartime exodus of survivors. Upstairs two espionage suspects and their guides Yeshe no sound: I am afraid that is true Yeshe asleep, but two foreigners too are not having motives secretly planning something - God knows why I have always assumed that they were spies. People's Liberation Army soldiers have been behind several Zhangxuduantan, they are some distance away from the Tanggula pass where it will get off, or fear of altitude sickness may be scared to death, appears to be new recruits; I have no idea because of these things instead, does not matter. I head on portable backpack, so that when I lay eyes just to see out the window at the same time because the neck to withstand a strong camera bag wallet and spare oxygen tanks complacent, feeling that he is a rich man. That dubious bed quilt color in the cold dry air gradually become white and sacred incense exudes warm.
Author: mandala
