Not a moment put the Colts thrown far behind. Traveling light to be afraid of their own less than horses faster pace, wanted to first catch in front. Is a fit of anger, just that Qian Ma Huan Ma when the boy advised me what to say, "do not you go down this road, like this ascent to go three hours yet." A man climbing was relaxed and pleasant, without Rick in the Ear noisy side, a rare quiet the past few days. Want to jump up in the tiger is such a person, focusing instead on in front of runaway, it seems I always like to be alone and mountains. Head-on hit are transferred back to the Tibetan mountains, I was not even ashamed, "le," are not said, had foolishly Jianren Jiu opposite. Someone said to me, when a small woman in such a barren hills Pirang lone cheeky surprise of color, Ju "big force behind it," answer. Rick also began to hear the cries of earth-shattering voice, and later even to listen to voice disappeared, and I simply put the horse-riding comrades be forgotten, with the rather walk. Inn on the way to add a few Coke, yogurt, cucumber, after spend only five of his pocket money Paipaipigu continued to move forward. The more forward the more not seen the sun, the more dense woods, at the foot of the mud more and more rare. To a fork junction, hesitates between the Tibetans mother falls on a mule driver, gesturing for a long time seemed to say that two paths can go left shortcut on the right is a horse Road. I naturally greedy shortcut away sect, resulting mud farther, farther insurance, crossed one another in pitch darkness fell to the ground a cross-old trees, stumble stagger reclined forward from a mud slope Mopa In the past, but not necessarily a way out but to bite the bullet and go to the woods above. Fang suddenly realize, no wonder that even the horses are reluctant to take the road. After the dark will find the right track, the principle, firmly walking along the Ma, but the road back is even more muddy. No wonder that several of the older generation can escape from Kunming to go bad a few pairs of shoes. Here ancient trees that crowded in upon, but also a time when the rainy season, no one on the ground is dry, and Ma has long been horses who have a pulpy tone, I gingerly picking up the edge of Horse Road, go downhill naturally thrilling encounter. Turned a small slope and into the ground, then walk through the woods in the dark, looked no one, only hear Sound Of Nature. Mani Dui is also more up the road on both sides of the streamer hung. See also the throngs of Tibetans have families to approaching, a question from the Yakou is not far away. Yakou to the storm from the West, when the whole village, the highest point of collapse, turned over Yakou is a downhill. At this time, that mule driver of the Tibetan mother appeared again in a timely manner, because she is also going to the rain falls, Xinxia Tai-xi, gradually accompanied by.
Finally saw a huge unparalleled Mani Dui, the Jiangya Koudao of. After tea, or not see the shadow of large forces, I decided to go to the rain and the Tibetan-law counterparts collapse. At this point nearly 4,000 meters above sea level has climbed over the ridge, out of just Napian dense opacity of the woods, much bright eyes, continuous descent may be long, but little danger. Go to one, the Tibetan people are very excited mother suddenly peaks pointing to the left Let me see, his mouth kept saying something. I heard it is Kawagebo out of fear that I do not understand, she gestures with both hands, said - beautiful, beautiful moment, and you must be the kind of look up to her from the heart of the look and tone of the emotion infection, I am also from pious hearts of the Tibetans and admirable. Wang Dan's light grazing donkey stop-go manner, I reckoned Jiusheng also exciting for half an hour downhill in no hurry hurry, and Youzaiyouzai looking to play while walking in close proximity to Merrill mountains. Soon Rick's broken gong voice from far and near reaches my ear, Jian Yiren flew back from rushing down the slope behind the original they are simply putting a horse Yakou speech, and walk downhill. Not a moment goes to the grandmother. Next had several fold rather steep Xiao-Po, in front of the village also get closer and closer, 56 Tibetans to speak on the roadside huts and wanted to rain on the village to the collapse. Beyond that is a glacial lake, and went to Sino-Japanese joint expedition base camp, and looked down field of vision suddenly see the light, misty mountains Longzhao a soil in green, looming above the bits and pieces to Zhuizhuo more houses, it should be is collapsing under the rain village. Today is also still remember the feeling of the village has shown signs of collapsing the rain, then eyeful of dark green, grass of the atmosphere, cloud shadows, snow-capped mountains of the taste, quiet and narrow village, leisurely grazing horses, I really doubt that crashed into the Shangri-la .
Stop trance of effort grandfather and aunt also went to Hangzhou, and everyone agreed not understand why predecessors left Kunming, 6 hours, I have full foot less than three hours only, others are all about horse + foot within three and a half minutes realignment rain collapsed on the village, and there is no overdraft facility or the awkward phase. Only later did I understand that the generation I misunderstood the "straight up and down," meaning, the starting of the West as a village 1950 meters above sea level, Yakou is about 4,000 meters above sea level, rain collapsed at about 3000 meters above sea level, such a view is also not surprising that "straight up and down," the. Heard that we will go to the next village, the village of Tibetan tells us that the evening should be in the "Three Parallel Rivers" That house across the accommodation, the original village of the rain, or with the collapse of communism in nature, each household in turn responsible for the reception of foreign people, each of The Which Which days on, beyond the control of the pick. Continue down, the sky's getting dark and Rick can not remember how the hit was the village chief, but also from the village lead the way and jumped over a low wall, into the village, the village chief sleepwalk to live at home (and later others are envious of have our own to receive the same courtesy). Is naturally the only large room, just as Rick yell of "standard room there?" "Is there the bath water?" A time when everyone had a good division of the beds of six human attribution. People have three acute and accordingly asked the families of village where there are toilets, answer is: easily find out the land that no one child on the list. Stunned at the hint, and grandmother, Hangzhou aunt out investigations surrounding terrain, the weather turns sentry ... late, flashlight, lighter really came in handy, rain collapsed the village have not been connected. In the village head home for dinner under the dim oil lamp, clear soup comes with mustard flour added, is that we devour wiped out, not eat, "and then a pot of noodles," while listening to the full village events village, home chores. Yu-Beng village down to the 20 families, many villagers still preserved with the husband's brothers and sisters with the wife of the ancient institution of marriage, the village headman and his brother was the same one his wife. Bi rice back to the dark house, looked up and found that his head has already become the stars clouds, spectacular, such as the border into the fairy tale. Life can be seen in a comparable period of the Star, it was only that night at Huashan, not feel some trance-like, three years ago, a record of my trip to Huashan potential to be hard to exceed the height of the passage of time, and now I was all the way to Merrill snow-capped mountains at the foot of Chao Liang. That night fully clothed's clothes, fall asleep soundly.
Author: solohiker
