July 9, 2001 Burqin - Kuitun - Sailimu Lake Weather: sunny Monday Date: 8
Early in the morning, we have a pedestrian ride ride to the Kuitun, Urho prepared to stop along the way, take a look Mogui Cheng's ghost.
The way to go most of us from Urumqi - Burqin line. The edge of the Qaidam Basin area, but now is the day, you can enjoy the length of the thin landscape. Outside the window the vast world of unparalleled, broad way only a long horizon, continuous Gobi Desert. Plain, lonely, it is so persistent.
15:00, vehicle to Urho, the master to stop the car let's wait and see in the distance, strange things distributed around the earth, in the hot sun under the Mo Guicheng silence with which the body may be a record of the rust sparse too multi-story. The sky is azure blue, the earth a vast, sun in the sky, leaving only a shadow of its history.
Car to Kuytun night time too, we missed the group issued an ultimatum to the Yining car, only playing to a place called "depot" in place, and observing a car crossing a rush to Sailimu Lake in Urumqi .
July 10, 2001 Sailimu Lake - Yining Weather: sunny Tuesday Date: 9
At 34 points, car has run Sailimu Lake, along the lake gallop forward. In the middle of the night among the shady, sentimental Sailimu Lake faint light showing through a gentle curve. There are various brands of Markov roadside hotel, an attached one, it seems a little fame. Hostel soft light on in the night, Young overflow particularly warm.
The car stopped in a tourist area, we have got out through the night is long, but found a tent, then put on rack Mengtoutaishui.
After waking up, I went straight to the lake. Sunny day the lake glistening waves, a leisurely horse eating grass in the lawn. Clouds passed, ride horses, troops on rode, the wind stirring himself happy mood, despite the bumps on horseback. Tired, and stopped the horse, staying in tents, the Kazakh side of the lake, drinking horse breast, facing the sea as far distant scenery, sweet sour feeling in my heart infiltration.
More than four in the afternoon, we ride through the ditch to the sea Yining gone.
July 11, 2001 Yining - narat - Summer Ranch Weather: sunny Wednesday Date: 10
The early morning, we bid farewell to Yining, Ben narat town by car away. Noon, we first briefly in a Szechuan Restaurant rest, and then take the side of the road broken a rickety taxi. Hiking along the way wade into the water Dangling a ring around the ring path, away to the summer pastures.
Vehicles passing through a small bridge, the front of the suddenly wide up and planted on both sides of the road in full bloom with brilliant rape, natural yellow color of pure flooding in my heart, blue sky, white clouds, green hills and green water, as well as at this time vivid color, along with so my heart Fuxiang joint chapter.
After a long time, a car drove through the Mountains Pass on to the summer pastures. Greeted by a long absence, pasture, green grass has been filled to the horizon; distant mountains are not clear, gentle rolling. This is a vast world, Kazakh people's tents blossoming like white dotted in between; grasslands cattle and sheep in the unrestrained, drunkenly eating grass; only from time to time Wrangler Chi Guo, across my view.
We found one, Kazakh people's tents, white, beautiful, played with himself tired, do? Star attractions outside abandoned, or sleep!
July 12, 2001 Summer Pasture - narat - Bayinbuluke Weather: Rain Thursday Date: 11
Such a good sleep in tents, is naturally a good feel. Washing is completed, the passion with Kazakh families gather around the beautiful carpet, drinking tea, nibbling steamed. It is our joy may be awakened by a small owner, a beautiful little boy around the age of two rubbing sloppy eyes, arguing with the mother, may be hungry bar. The next he suddenly quiet and calm, surprise, looking at our three strange friends. A look at the small guy is somewhat wrong, and we quickly recruited their own snacks sent to. He also seemed a little restrained, and then also blunt, buried eat, ignoring us. I deliberately use the touch of his fingers touch a small armpit, Doudou him. His reaction to a very spiritual, and stare at me, crying with my mother warned me to like. Clever eyes, lovely mouth, angry look, simply very interesting.
At noon we have to keep everything in the ring for a broken car down the mountain, along the way is really scary ah, for fear there will be a cold-called the wheels go flying off a cliff. By narat then take a new source to the Kuqa a shuttle, going away Bayinbuluke area. When the afternoon to the 67-point plateau on the town has been blowing a gale, and then fails to it began to rain. We still had a relatively smooth package jeep, go away Swan Lake.
Finally, we have the lake in a yurt stay there, outside the rain is still the next stop, the Yula brawl. I picked up the umbrella played out, all the black-shrouded, and only, such as injection of the rain and the horse's neigh enjoin, Bayinbuluke the world, I finally came.
July 13, 2001 Bayinbuluke - Kuqa Weather: Rain Friday Date: 12
Get up early, the driver to take us to the Swan Lake and Bay 18. Beautiful scenery and pleasant, visitors with little. Swan Lake's elegant quiet, awakened by our arrival, here are birds of the world; soft passionate 18 Bay, silky ribbons, floating in a dream where outer Romance. This is a vast grassland Brooke I unconsciously asleep in his dream.
We went back to Bayinbuluke area, erected a new source sent to Kuqa Kashgar crossing car. This section is a single database the southern section of the Tianshan Road, known locally as Osaka, which means the local mountains. Rugged road, almost no one good road, partial sojourn on the rain, but why are they hit the top of the Zheliang broken car, we take the rain Trapping, on the go.
Through Yu Lian, the window of the world bright and fuzzy. Eyes and of the Department, the vast grassland, open all serenity river, blossoming groups of Aries, natural heaven and earth is a romance. With the rising altitude, you can clearly see the towering peaks. Gradually dark sky down. Driving through the tunnel Tianshan, which is the top of the Osaka. Car quickly and Rao Zhaowan children Ben Zhao, a Unit of the wind blowing through the body to make my thoughts exceptionally clear, head forward to Parker backpack and find it a pleasure to think of the way from happiness.
Author: freetravel
