Find A Home
Morning, we only spent 4 money, from leisurely to visit all of the shuttle from the slope and that several typical towers. This gives us the transport systems for the Danba confidence. So, this afternoon to a home looking for the car, we did not hesitate to rebuff all chartered the invitation.
Then inquiries to the news is that some people worry about how much meaning the number of kilometers out of town there are landslides, cars pick on. But when it comes to a home, sources who are uncompromising. Some said are trying to walk himself. Some say go to from the other way around. Finally, we decided to catch a ride to the farthest to go to a place, and then Xianjihangshi.
We are maneuvering vehicles with less than 10 minutes as Chi-on to the block areas. There are two plug-site, separated by about 100 meters. We used the time being there is an over from Malcolm in that direction the bus stop at that blockage of the place, people need to find ways to put themselves and their luggage to the side, waiting for the early return of vehicles that people will Danba county. A British couple to stand in a pile of luggage unloaded know what to do next. Their four children Daoshi spirits. To tell them what happened and processing methods, I began to admire them up. After all, with the four largest, but 8-year-old appeared in a place like travel, it is a great need for courage, perseverance, patience, and a strong heart.
Bid farewell to them, we began the search for a home foot. Wait until out of the 200 meters, we realize that this action is not what we thought were so simple. We do not have maps, but the worst thing is that this road did not see one person. Finally, we look into the wandering aimlessly along the road, in the cloudless, sunny August afternoon.
A home is a famous Tibetan villages. Allowed to gaze longingly into the river on the other side there is a Tibetan villages, imposing a significant, decided to go there to see. After a rickety rope bridge, is the mountain road by now. Along the way, hidden behind the Habitat set off in the woods, subtle and steady. Kurai here is white, with gray-black outline the contours of the doors and windows. Windows are wood, painted red. The most special is that every house has a wooden wall on the second floor take out a small extension of the corridor, there are roof. I remember the information that it was the toilet. The following are septic tanks. Waste directly into septic tanks, they do save time and effort.
Once again see that a Tibetan villages, we have a Zoulehenjiu. The house looks very much like an a matchbox or a child, it seems that there is still a long way to go. Between us and the Tibetan villages and lush, green barley fields, ridge in the middle of a dark brown to draw boundaries. Boundaries have been extended to reach those white matchbox. Those white boxes, one by one embedded in the green mountains, high and low scattered.
Far looked at them, I already feel some kind of satisfaction would not be interested and then go on, find out. HZ also seems to be the same idea. So we happily announce to find a home to an end, set foot on Return Journey.
Return Journey is always fast and efficient. Soon afterward, we sat in a place to plug the car filled with other drivers to carry us back to Danba.
Compared to earlier, and now the scene is in full swing. Porters who are before and after the rush to unload the cargo side of car and moved to side of the car.
Apple shipped a truck. Apple has rolled out disobedient. Apple looked at the scattered one place I was thinking, what will be their fate? May be eaten by birds, and perhaps people would be crossing the road picked up, and perhaps a few years later, here will be more trees at the apple.
I picked up an apple, put it thrown into the water, it is floating and sinking a few, they drift along the river left. I have not decided its fate? There? However, it will float go? Perhaps the fish was eaten; not? However, I clearly put it thrown into the water. Or, I just changed its destiny. However, how can they know, it might of fate is doomed to be thrown into the water, and I just help it realize its destiny Bale.
Perhaps fate is doomed inside, today, I can not find a home, but only to see that beautiful little stockade, Mo Day (or, end).
Suddenly have the idea to go look at the beautiful valley, fell not for Americans, but want to take a look at the remains of mud-rock flow field earth-shattering. And HZ was about to discuss, but also feel a little taste of schadenfreude, so give up the idea.
Author: happylee
