This story is Ali's last trip. But in order to follow the subject go to first write the bar.
(A) Kamiyama Kamiyama at the foot of the foot early in October.
To turn the car has been very little hill. There is almost zero vacancy.
But I do not know why, before transferring to Kanyama heart, was not rash.
Greed day, warm sunshine and magical town.
When I finally eat the sun drying,
Cars, quietly, stand in the sun.
Colorful front, near, and turned out a map. Painted in six provinces.
Body of the vehicle read three words - "West Bank." Do not ask, but also accounts for the machine than man more than the kind of seat.
Immediately to mind is the vest vest, beard, Beijing dialect ... ... against these fears groundless.
Is the name of snare drum, one person came from a distance, without asking, you know he was.
Thank God, not the kind of scares me.
Not afraid, we laughed a natural. A natural smile, it kind of. Only a few chats, they could not help but Qieqie Di asked: "If ... ..., can not you?" Heart really Qieqie's. Reasons for the refusal may be too much.
"OK ah!"
The two words, a straightforward task.
Waiting for him to say anything, I have to race around in hotels, I wish to Zhuomazhaxi the first time and to share my happiness. I could finally set off.
(B) Kamiyama - Champlain next morning, before the car before the confluence, it was the first gift they gave - "a small number." Speak out with their dialects, are extremely cute. Sincerely from the First Sound, we liked the name.
The weather's good. The scene was still a beautiful sight. All the way parking camera.
In Santa lake, there is an uncle in the light a fire for cooking. Up one asked, was originally a village of people to turn lakes, and as the village head, he did back in here. His camera has been facing the uncle. To make a natural uncle ah, I would constantly tease uncle talking. He did not stop to see the meaning, I have also always use the service with. Take other people's cars do, he will have to do something bar.
A full half-hour interviews, one from the uncle asked a village, asked to switch from the switch to Lake Mountain, from the yak asked to cars, finally, he has spoken, "You turn your face Well." I take pictures? Well! I'll turn the past, smiling.
On the bus, they say, "Well, naturally, than we are that good."
Do not know what they are talking about. Also did not think too much.
The next process, they encounter a mountain turn. Bright blue robes whole placed on the lake, crystal clear the snow-capped mountains. They are busy at work, I have been busy playing - Chat with the Tibetans. Energetically to say to those who simply hears the Tibetan people do not understand Tibetan, and then even more than with a draw, and they are a laugh.
Get on the train, and said "good." Good what?
Fun together, do with me?
From the holy lake went to Ghost Lake, I jumped over the last tap, tap and jumping back, he has spoken: "smaller and more over, re-walk again!"
What is again walking again?
The rise This saw the dark lenses are at me.
"Do not. How can I?"
"Said you could be."
Well, since you do not mind wasting lenses and tape, I would not mind re-take it again, how?
"I really have not." Lens, I definitely walk unsteadily.
The car, playback.
"General on the road, he would not look at playback. Because energy saving. To the hotel, how it all OK, but on the road, never to see. Just because he was very pleased with you, so to see it." This kinds of praise the way I endure borne collision. Also a little surprised and flattered.
They bring the girls because of fear of altitude sickness, out of Ali, Urumqi, waiting to fly directly to their rendezvous.
"Very good, better than ours." Sleepwalk this way endorsed by them.
"We also received training, only know nervously back lines."
"I do not have good lines back ah."
"It is the way." Was just as optimistic about me? Heart murmured.
Afternoon, the car to Champlain. Another car wash was busy rest stop. Two workaholic straight here, "Kaplan International Trade Building."
Champlain, Tibet and Nepal bordering India, ports, border trade is very unique. Walked all the way, all the way to play. For each a caravan of curiosity he gave, in each shop before a happily greeted with a Nepali greetings soon as, he was greeted in, handsome guy sitting in India, Nepal, beauty, between the bombing of some in English, and then the camera, lawin blowing in one breath, without a ton. He laughed "You are good and bad breath ah!" I'm anxious, "too late to say ah!" Himself by surprise, and how these people are like my old friend, old neighbor. Today, I'm just back home to see partners in Latin America engaged in small talk.
Recklessly, in front of the camera flying for a day.
Nepal was finally dressed as women wait for a married Jiaoniang full of goodies.
He asked, "tired?"
"Play, how could you tired?" This is the truth. If not, treat it as a play, I absolutely can not do it.
"Surprisingly good you have to drive, but also photography, that is really tired." This is the truth. This is Ali, but the journey.
Go to post office postmark cover, back when a house, surrounded by cameras. Laughed at him, "Where are you picked up such a small number?"
I also Couguo see. Do not look at already, a look at himself numb.
Ali backwards for so long, in the holy mountains of Mt switched to less pain in the hair has been extremely dirty face of tremendous physical and mental disorder have been extremely tired, when, in the lens, only an extremely beautiful girl.
Dinner, he only smoking, drinking, eat very little. Do not like me, Meng Chi.
"Xinjiang bar to go with us. Then, through Golmud, when your down, you return to Lhasa."
"No, that good, I am only to Guge." Very firm.
Go back, and then look at herself, then smiled innocently. But there are still people have me as a baby, has been placed in the central lens.
(C) Kaplan - Rada from Champlain to Zanda. They decided to take the shortcut - the border trails.
All the way, in addition to photographs, ask for directions, never put down my car.
Then, in the endless night, the lights, we turn Hill, turn Bazi. Every few minutes, that is, a similar scenario. A lovely rabbit to stay with Hu Hu, stand in lighting - Behind Yimapingchuan of Bazi. Turn in the past, but also a mountain, turn in the past, but also a rabbit, lovely places to stay with Hu Hu, stand in lighting - Behind Yimapingchuan of Bazi. Apart from occasional and see us another vehicle lights, such as fireflies flicker in a few kilometers away, there is no moonlight.
He stopped the car to "hit the lost ghost."
Ali border, there is no way you can ask. No cars, no people, no villages.
Naturally, even without a map.
(Small mostly went to Rada's. However, even in broad daylight, even take the national highway, the small multi-ability to identify the road will only allow them enough to create misunderstandings.)
23:00, and finally to see a trickle of light.
"Little more than yes Rada it?"
Poor little more, and a look at a loss. Are able to answer this question, too ashamed of!
"Yes --
Not like "
Can not count on much more smaller.
To find the way to their own brand - "Daba" (The next day, I am over the pages of maps, days, it was far away from the Zanda)
Bits and pieces is a construction site.
Asked the road, on the pavement. That sidewalk, ah, a full spin in place so that we played for half an hour, no, again, no, again. Reverse, turn around. And then reversing, then U-turn. Filled with sand and building materials on site as a great maze, how to switch does not turn out all. He kept looking off the road constantly play the steering wheel. Night Ali ah, the water had formed ice. He only wore a vest, he did not eat anything all day.
They are sure to continue going forward to. (For me, long to spend the night went on the site.)
I started to sleep.
Have been sitting all crowded places, and God knows how I snore with the attitude that a lot of. Very tired ah.
Dream, maneuvering.
"Smaller and more short note reached."
"See, what road go?"
"On the left? Right?" Rubbing my eyes, and not wake up from a dream of maneuvering.
Then, I由衷地感叹loudly:
"True happiness ah!"
Is already late at night, 2:00.
On that day,
He is no road on the way Ali opened 17 hours, 370 kilometers. No Chiyikoufan.
Occasionally stopped wearing a vest, facing the camera, in the column, such as a statue like the wind still, and then Menmen to say "America the dead, not Di Ming."
On that day,
I saw the edge of the Tibetan antelope in the snow flew, I saw the snow-capped mountains in every corner, under the blue sky, such as diamond-like crystal flash, I saw the barren desert in the wanton and gently spread, I saw the men displayed in the wilderness strong.
(D) Guge breakfast, the "small number, and we go in Xinjiang bar. Otherwise, the old mantra that people with you."
Table of people, always someone to play such a role was a joke. I do not mind this time is me. In this occasion, I always simple-minded, unable to speak to what people say, it will only blindly giggle. He even did not Jiecha alone smoking a cigarette, and smiled faintly.
"No, I leave it at that Guge." Mouth still harden.
The morning break, the afternoon, we went to the Gug.
Is estimated that another vehicle has come to Guge ruins, we are still halfway.
He found beauty too much. I would like to tell the old grid is also too much. Unable to stop.
The top of Guge, there are two old friends.
Said to be an old friend, only 10 the first time a few days ago, the knowledge. But the reunion, the true is the old friend.
Saw old friends, put the new friends to forget. Until the recall, flew down to the red. Where they have been waiting for over an hour. The sky is already dark. The car back back.
"Wait for them to hit you! But, considering also requires you to type, can not bear to hit." Said the other.
He did not say anything. Just drive in silence.
Night trip back to ancient grid Rada. Because of my willfulness and become more difficult. No one blame me.
"Tomorrow with you, to Shiquanhe. Help you typing."
"If that Xinjiang will be able to eat a variety of fruits and Luo."
"If to Xinjiang, I'll replace a pigtail. Xinjiang girl's pigtail is also very beautiful, with not the same as in Tibet."
I somehow Tao Tao with his own listening to Du Xian Fan.
In fact, the real point is "I'm sorry." No more than an hour just for this selfish, but also to a kind of betrayal of trust and good faith.
Evening, again in Rada met an old friend of the ancient grid down, he said "They are so good you do not tell them to go in Xinjiang it?"
I am a bit like, but come. I do not want to look at the ancient grid do?
"So now we go back, that is your desire Guge, you know?"
"Stay until the end of October, we send you back to Lhasa."
"But, I have made a commitment."
Everything can be forgotten, and commitments can not be.
One is not a long way, we have sent sent, my princess laugh, "I just want to hear your story."
Hearts were crying, "No story can be heard tomorrow, we should leave."
(E) the way Shiquanhe leaving Zanda, but also experienced many forest soil.
To thank him for taking pictures stopped. His eyes were good at discovering the most beautiful things.
I was enjoying the warmth of the sun, alone, facing the silent forest soil.
This forest suddenly the earth for thousands of years lived.
This is dry land forest suddenly overflowing water of life.
I was this gentle moisture for forest land. He did not speak. No reminders I get on the train.
Shiquanhe all the way to go, I could not speak. I just want him to stop, parking, and then stopped once, let me the last time, heart to embrace forest soil.
Farther and farther, farther and farther.
Road, is so difficult. Heart and then frantically cry, but also the courage to jump off the motorcycle and said, let me stop.
This is Ali. I do not want a person is left wilderness.
Shiquanhe. Post Hotel.
The next morning, they have to leave.
I went to his room, "I do not go."
He is holding me back "to wash your face, ready to go"
"No"
We both bent over, pulling saws.
He pulled not move me, and then go brush your teeth.
I returned to my room to help them fight the night of the word, this time his eyes swollen and his eyes dull.
Such a good sun, I just want to stop, up late, laundry, plait.
I can not keep up their pace.
"I do not drive tired, your car still tired?"
"You are cigarettes and beer to do, I do rice."
"Think of Xinjiang fruit. So much." He gestures with childish manner.
"Come on, idiot!"
"You are the idiot, do you know I was just going to Gug Gug I would like to stop at the stars I want to stop listening to the story in the old cell, do you know just because you have agreed to Shiquanhe promised to make you kick down the Grid ancient manuscripts that night down just because I've wanted to say but did not say three words - I'm sorry, "I want to say, however, moved their mouths move, could not find a little effort.
Finally,
I was looking at the back of say, "cut down cigarette, eat more rice."
Background to say, "listen to you."
They left me a lot of feeding.
They want to renew my room, I said:
"No, I will be lonely."
So that they are not idle time to busy, do not think about it, do not think about it.
Do not think of Xinjiang, do not think about Guge. Do not think about if.
Remind yourself that past lives only in this way to buy tickets. The station, and I get off.
Xinjiang, and that the beautiful front of the camera, who will laugh dance is it?
Guge, that dream years ago, I went in the end did not.
I do not know what I lost. But Ali's difficult to walk every inch of the land told me that lost, really lost.
(Vi) Shiquanhe - Lhasa has met good people, but also found a good car, back to Lhasa.
Middle of the night, the car speeding. No matter what I refuse to refuse to return.
That one moon yo, the taxi companies a way, it suddenly jumped out from the hills after. Brightly shining, bright and dazzling way.
Before the festival, this year also Chung Yeung Festival.
"Turn Zhu Ge, low-chi households, according to the sleepless." It has always been with chant, in the misty moors where the same manner disappeared from view.
"There is not hate, what is going on a long time to do a round!" First time ever, in the broad boundless years, as so real.
Wheels roll, edge, then edge ... ...
Author: westowhere
