Bomi - Ran Wu (1)
Last night in the "Friends of the House" to pack up the room through the window to see a dilapidated backyard parked JEEP, car glass, glue does not stick of "into Tibet, into the Shangri-La", Qiexi! Dial the above phone, the owner of Chengdu people Nyingchi sports car for 15 years, considered this place a "walking dictionary."
About 8 o'clock in the morning on the train, the car owner to Zayu things, I rawu under 100 yuan.
I played a month earlier, wanted to take a look at the bus station, after all, bus master to walk the Sichuan-Tibet, experience is rich, physically the most is the economy. Without much hope that when they go to the station is still a surprise: twice-a week shuttle surprise package was gone! In the crowd, but saw JEEP cars approached the boss is around, looking for guests to see if he listlessness, think this is nothing to harvest, ah, it seems take JEEP hope wasted! As expected, dragged 10:30, JEEP say that today did not go, put down, then throw me in the Sichuan-Tibet Highway luck waiting again.
Near noon, the cars go away, that I did not go away.
Bomi County, the sun, as usual, busy, tired, playing in the Sichuan-Tibet Highway, "Shou Road, to be a car" story, I dragged before the package after the package, or car to go.
Pride in their own courage and courage, 400 dollars from a group of life and death do not want to go inside the unity of the team set aside an "r.", set out. . .
"Changhe" at the beginning of the 40 km long asphalt road on the Xiongjiu Jiu, gas and high-spirited, until met in front of roads, dust flying in the air exaggerated, drilling facilities, not much better guard against the windows, sneaking into the I hair, got into my nose, my lips Xi Aima drilling breathe plume of air. . .
Palongzangbu River on the right hand side of churn, or green, or desolate mountain ridges have a lot of mudslides, avalanches trace, waterfalls along the mountain-shaped Dao Xiao Fei Liu down, still if a mixture of silver with scattered pearls and perils.
Every sharp turn, I heart Dodo, the taxi companies in the open mountain Fuzao below that ancient rocks on their heads up and let me breathe cramped. Advantage of the opportunity to bend over, I hope that "Changhe" will mimic I have bent one. . .
"Changhe" says the owner I odd good luck, without experiencing any reason gambling car, in fact, has long been fortunate that my heart can be regarded as God told me to wait for the benefits of this hard-bar.
Palongzangbu River at the end, it should be regarded as the source, that is, Ran Wuhu.
Ran Wuhu green like jade, embedded in layers of snow-capped mountains and luxuriant the middle of the original forest; shore Tibetan wood-colored house, decorated in green pasture crops and Yan Yan, the middle, the air filled with a fairy atmosphere.
Ran Wuhu is a transit point for traffic, there are two guest houses, safe hostels and transport Inn ,10-15 yuan / shop, public health in general, convenient inquire about road conditions and vehicle information. May every year or so, rawu groove avalanche period, the dining-room is aware of at this time rawu Gully debris flow transport thrust.
Basu from the next county as well as 89 kilometers long by today's passing vehicles.
(B)
A person's Sichuan-Tibet, more enduring endless shrouded, feeling the front of the expectations.
Downhill from the sun still early, I decided to continue the scenario being chartered to.
Is 400 yuan. Fortunately, the business found an old man in Yunnan Province, sharing a 50.
This is a very poor road conditions, has been just over a dangerous slope, but also gravel, stone full personality, and all have angular.
"Changhe" in 4,000 meters above sea level, tough, tenacious effort forward, the immediate effect actually affect "long march" in which 25000 Lane Zheng Rong years.
Overhead, the sun in the clockwise regular exercise, reminds me of the Potala Palace, the pious worship by turning the Tibetans, each of a clockwise turn the prayer wheels.
My thinking has quietly into another one of the world, and has been completely disregard the immediate landscape and dangerous, lack of enthusiasm is walking gingerly on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, without once camped along the way about.
And I, my mind, but deep emerged right past many, many memories.
In front of me stood a naked, naked in the clear air, to accept washing, Qian Chen bumpless.
Author: sonlei
