"Tibetan line on the road.'s Most SHIT signs"
Mix watched this two-day trip were posted slogans seen in Tibet last year, reminds me of a way to see the monument, it is my deepest impression of the one way my life monument.
That it was from Shigatse to Lhasa road, what should be a few zero few national highway bar. At that time we return to Lhasa and Shigatse Zheng Qu Tao, in Lhasa - Sheep Lake - Shigatse - Everest this lame line, four days after Britain that we are trapped cars were broken, water, food should never do. Along the way, cross-L4500 problems under constant before and after the provision of shock about the whole change over the device, and transmission boxes continue to leak, even in the climb of 5200 meters above sea level when the hand brake 9 La Pass is also broken (fortunately only a hand brake, I have the opportunity to appear here) and so on, but any rate we shore, you can take home.
"Back to Lhasa, returned to the Potala Palace.
Back to Lhasa, we can sleep.
Uncle mutton string, as well as the young road ice cream Ling. . . . . . "
Starting from Shigatse, we sang along with this, though tired and hoarse voice has revealed the joy cheerful. Shigatse to Lhasa, the road between the high-grade, flat broad, but 300 kilometers away. The road vehicles, very little traction in the powerful V8 engine under the L4500 running briskly in the 120-yard line, evidently not three and a half hours, we can at home. Home, for our gang used to enjoy the city comfortable for people comfortable life in Lhasa has been what we call "home" of the. Because it is necessary to home, so come out from the Shigatse neither are we going to supply the work done, car Houxiang where only an empty mineral water bottles and packages of food bags.
But the good days Less than half an hour just bad luck started, we kept the horse problems, automobile chassis Kaka creaked, gearbox began to leak, it is so sparsely populated the sun is high in the Malaysian way We are the turtle-speed stop-go, stop-bits and pieces, over 300 kilometers of road from 9 am yet to come to 4 pm Daotou, poor gastrointestinal we have already cooing barking, only 45 bottles of water as early as the plateau into a sweat under the sun exposure and then evaporated. RUBY at my side kept shouting: "I want coconut sago dew, I would like to crystal shrimp dumplings, steamed milk, I would like to double-skin 。。。。。。" last effort to cry no more saliva, also known as dry and can only be looked at me piteously sobbing whisper, said: "Give small biscuits are OK ah!" The poor really did not understand the Tibetan driver Gesang RUBY shouting something, kindly fed to a bowl of buttered tea, RUBY frown drink what I was able to push to me. I drank butter tea, "emotion" in remembering: "Once a big, golden, M, appeared in front of me, I did not cherish, if God will give me a chance to do so 。。。。。。
Our horse was finally once again get on the ground, and we made a car, incomparable wilderness sky blue, white clouds falls to the end of the road, such as readily available, but all of which we have not the slightest attraction, so that we move think the blue sky and white clouds twilight hope both are not even equivalent of gold and red M and KFC, although the two guys back in N years ago, I ate sick.
Suddenly the road with us by a roadside monument attracted, and we remembered Beishang the text in unison, and finally cursed in unison: "OH, SHIT."
Public donkeys were Guess what was written above the monument?
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