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----- Sichuan-Tibet, Nepal 2004/04/28-05/28
Spent the whole trip in January, I have been slow to write travels. Because I want to go their own lot of body odor, in another space, another time to recall their own experiences, we often unexpected results.
My words are plain, straightforward, and I can not go to record those beauty and detail. I can do is to try to record yourself before moving thing. I was lazy, and with nature, so I put this stuff into several small pieces are not correlated to write, named as "thoughts and feelings."
One with his head bent a human
This is my second trip to tower of public and Temple, a famous temple in western Sichuan Tibetan areas. There, I always make their own Fuzao mind calm and a bit of humility. Tower of public grasslands is still a wide, blue sky, white clouds lhakang under snow-capped mountains remain solemn. Only the edge of the temple began massive construction projects in one after another, hotels, restaurants have been some encouraging progress Ni side.
Just like last Jinmiao ago, I was in accordance with local custom external switch to a lap around the temple by the wheel. I pray for peace for him. From time to time, there are Tibetan old hand by turning the wheel, his mouth silently passed from my side, I think I was standing in their midst, must be reconciled.
Sunshine Yes, everything is calm. Overhead occasionally 12 eagles off, feet on the tummy sun dogs, nor the slightest aggressive. I intently and silently the blessing. Walk in front of me, is a Tibetan grandmother back very deep bow in one hand and turning the wheel, one hand column with a walking stick. Suddenly she stopped, bent a waist, I followed, watching her every move. She bent down to pick up a something. I have come to her side, she smiled at me rise in hand is a small insect. Then slowly walked away into the hands of the insects gently aside and get back into the Road to continue through. I was behind her, but I have been unable to continue meditation of my blessings. After a long time my mind was all in the eyes of her laugh, his face with wrinkles furrow, as well as that of the back of the Gou Mountain hunchback. What seems to have electricity to my chest, suddenly a hit.
I looked down, is barren land, and put on the heart have been shocked Sheung.
Second, Ran Wuhu moon
Camping in the Ran Wuhu did not I think of as romantic and smooth. City people's selfish in difficult circumstances has been fully manifested. Vast majority of people seeking only to their own tents and waiting for dinner, I can not find the time tent, a moisture-proof pad, so I am very frustrated. Only the driver and one or two people are busy collecting wood and frame bonfire. Is almost cold and hungry.
He one day without food, bad mood, I know he tired. With him to the lake Xiguo fetching water and found that he had no strength, especially when heard him sigh deeply, I may feel a chill. Bonfire vague shapes of each person's face, I suddenly do not want to charge a few of the crowd. Back to the tent alone, I have buried in their own sleeping bags, the sleepy they can not sleep, listening to the tent outside the bustling noise and his heart cold cold, can not help but burst into tears. Some people come say hello, I eat, I turned them down. Were scattered outside, almost until the time I walked past and speak to him. He He Menjiu the same without food.
Finally there is a sister left behind, she tours as a kind of real life and pressure to escape, I think I am also of the. But I do not want to hear other people's stories, into other people's emotions only make me worse. We seem to be in the conversation, it seems also to himself.
The moon rose up, chill the lake to avoid people, the wind flapping啦's. I do not care how people think, to pull him into my tent. When he slept like a child's middle of the night when the cold in a dream of his body curl up to yelling. Tent there is only a moisture-proof pad and sleeping bags. I have no sleep, late at night when the stomach pain find themselves unable to stand, only to go out. Did not think the scene outside the tent is so let me forget, the moon is very bright, is silver, the bonfire has not yet extinguished, the crackling firewood. Silver lake is almost a shock wave followed by a wave coming. I looked up at the stars and the distant snow-capped mountains, has no more complaints and grievances, tents Qilingbala's take on the shore, I would then sit sit. . .
3, 12:00 Abdallah and Well Jie Mi
Has experienced 14 days of the Sichuan-Tibet line, I finally saw the Potala Palace. The thought that I would be excited to shed a tear, but it is strange that I do not feel, but do not think I imagined the majestic. Arrive in Lhasa, which means that he wants to break up, and we all understand this, watching each other's eyes where more than a farewell.
We are open to avoid the crowd did not want people to disturb the last few days, in fact, although we recognize that for two years, only met three times face, all the time added up together have less than two months, but between each other concerned about it very deeply. We have put together to Lhasa, as one of our plan, to imagine it is the most sacred of the most romantic journey, I did not expect today, we promise so easily accomplished. Respectively, the night before he was to give me birthday in advance. Together we went to one called "Well Jia Mi" bar. Bar is located in the corner of the street was, according to legend it was the Dalai Lama and his lover dating VI where we do not know the story beforehand, in the table found on a lot of message in this, so a one imagine what will happen next . Many of the comments are boring, not Qingqingwowo is the next must come back to Tibet the group. Only one sentence, let me forget.
"Some people say that people born in Tibet, will be their last one six years of transmigration. So, my love, to wait the World, I can only wait until the day of reunion with you, ah!"
See this sentence, my heart a hot, at this moment for me, very appropriate. He points a lot of vegetables and wine, candlelight his face is so young. I did not talk a long time, but picking up a camera and photographed a few pictures. After dinner, I do not want so back to the hotel, middle of the night dragged him straight to Abdallah. It was dark, Abdallah submerged in darkness inside. Sichuan-Tibet line, along the way have seen many knock long head of the people, I faced the most holy place where the Tibetan people in mind, this time a kind of a sudden impulse to want to kowtow.
I bent over him with their bodies and land to the touch, Thanksgiving and tranquil. Thank you for letting me meet you!
Fourth, it wood wrong, the wrong lover
If someone asks where I most like in Tibet? My answer is definitely wrong and that wood. I can not use words to describe her beauty. Walking in the lake, I can only hope has been Bop go, it would particularly like to be able to hold hands with him to go. Unfortunately, I was wrong a lonely wood, and I have all along been walking alone.
That wooden wrong, it must be a place to stay fairy companion. You see, pairs of standing stones, the birds are pairs of flight in the morning the lake are also couples figure, even the island's dog Tashi love the tummy dual access to the sun . I climbed a hill on the slopes covered with the wind horses, and Hada, in a cove, a pair of young lovers lying in full streamer inside chatting days. Alas! It was god to them to do nest, they now must be better than a bird is also freedom and happiness!
The mountain is very quiet, Dapeng flying overhead so I am surprised admiration walking in the sand heap, one could hear his foot to the rustle, unknown birds have been called upon each other, I felt very at ease. At the roadside, I met a Tibetan girl, we have the language barrier, can only be used to exchange expressions. She lives in the island, she was very eager to take me to her house. In fact, it is a cave, half of the room is a small temple, half of her family's living room is a place, the primitive to the point where I can not imagine. I found that they used the wrong small white wooden shell to washing dishes, and it is very, very small species of shells, she found that I really like these things, caught a lot wherever I Shou Lise.
Why do I now believe that wooden pipes Tibetan holy lake called the wrong, and it is not just scenery, to her, language seems too pale and weak.
5, Lhasa, last night's crazy
And all the companions farewell, I a bad person in Lhasa. On the last day is empty, because he is gone, I was exhausted by. I shut myself in Pat Lang school hotel room, the room is facing the major road, the window came the sun shot looking forward to see the dust floating in the air. Room dirty mess, dilapidated facilities made me feel like a shed workers. He is a morning walk, and his good-bye, I said, "how can you not roll?" I use rude language to replace I'm afraid to face the sorrow. But he closed the blink of an eye, I could not stop tears, a person enjoy the cry, and do not, it is close to howl, and anyway I am the only one person, no one knows.
Overturn a stuffy to sleep for a whole afternoon. In the evening, I went across the street a "concept" folk music bar. Before, I wanted to go, because many nights, I have been attracted by the music coming from bars. A person to a food, began to Meng Chi. Today, the bar is very busy, then I know that this is an anniversary of the bar. When I finished, and would like to pay for leave time, a long-haired man pull me. He is a bar owner, said to me: "girl, come sit with nothing to chat!"
Idle is idle, sit at their table, I began to drink and chat. On the table a lot of people, many of them are like me, individual travelers, but also so-called "Tibetan drift" family. To talk to them quite interesting. Boss started giving me non-stop pouring, I will not stop drinking, then began to be filed. Tube bosses My name is "Shanghai dead girl," because I speak too direct, non-left face, I laugh very loud, very exaggerated. Later, on the table very few people believed I was Shanghai person. The boss himself playing music, the rise time playing music and singing to us, he put a song's lyrics Xinjiang changed to where I am also allocated to the lyrics. The whole atmosphere is fantastic bars, each a little drunk, all dancing, someone beat a drum, someone is singing loudly. I and every stranger a drink, regardless of where they came from, what color of skin. Some people thought I was the boss, I am happy to get carried away. I am very pleased to know a pair of lovers, the Swiss girl isha Malone and India, they fall in love in Tibet, along with travel. However, the same tomorrow, they will be pursuing their own course, I am happy to share their love story. I laugh with them, cry together, along with downtown. Continued until 2:00, or no one wanted to leave, I think that night I was playing crazy.
Finally, the bar owner said to me: "dead girl, leaving Come on! Stay in Lhasa!" I smiled shaking his head, loudly replied: "Impossible!"
6, birthday, marijuana, philosophers, and the strength of Asia
From Lhasa and a few foreigners with chartered and spent a day and a half to Zhangmu port. Coincidentally, the night in the bar with the crazy girl in India with a car is also Isa. It is said that Nepal has recently been in the strike, the national martial law, impassable roads, it is necessary in order to pass after three days. She and I both did not want to waste time at the camphor intended to bet on in the afternoon take a great departure of the King directly.
In fact our choices are wrong, we trapped a small village in Nepal border. No hot water, the language barrier (a good thing isha), not online, do not have any fun. All vehicles are parked in the village, the village side of the military fort and the guns of the military guard. It is interesting that while China is only separated by a river, but I can use the domestic mobile phone calls, not counting international long-distance, because here there is no mobile phone signal towers of Nicaragua.
Isa and I began to disappointment, do not know how to boil it for three days, because we all belong to the kind of people love to walk. In the evening, she and I sat in a daze the door of a small hotel, a traveler came to look like Western men, and we spontaneously came forward and greeted him in the hope of his mouth get good news. Unexpectedly, the man simply said, "Why are you not here to enjoy the journey then?" This trip can also be considered? I almost think this man a little idiot. Iscia continue and this man speak, he is from Argentina, like the oriental culture, in particular, interested in Buddhism. They are very speculative to talk about my life, and his English is not to talk about cultural connotation and philosophical issues, but did not, and they have to say I would have a human hair silly. Later, in Argentina, a man asked me what I? What is Zen? What is a Confucian culture? There are how the power of the universe to see? The existence of the death of so. My head began to hurt, even in Chinese, I do not know how to express and understand me in English, I had no interest in talking about these is also a loss to understand the topic, might as well give me knife comes Excitement! I am caught in the middle of them started doing dumb.
Iscia seemed like the philosopher, and with him there is always lots to talk about the topic. The three of us chose the same small hotel, two adjoining rooms. Fortunately, that Argentina, one man carried a "hot fast," I use it to cook me to take coffee and tea, I am lying on the ground back home drinking tea, listening to the night of inexplicable language to talk about the topic of inexplicable . The next day, the philosopher, he brought us to the one found near the hot springs, in fact, open-air bathroom. Away from where we live, where there are 10 kilometers, we can only go on foot, the way the scenery is beautiful, totally different from Tibet's desolate, a green, so my eyes as if in the shower. On the road, we saw ducks, sheep, snakes and animals that they saw such a lovely feel the sanctity of life, poor I have been Lenovo, Laoya Tang, Kaoquan Yang, Salt and pepper snake segment.
My birthday arrived, I was trapped in the backcountry. Blocked in a small village, more and more visitors, I met a Japanese girl and a retired South Korean military. Fortunately, their English than I am bad, they even felt that I was lying, because in their understanding of where a Chinese girl is impossible in this place. That night they decided to open a birthday party for me.
This is my most memorable one ever birthday, isha I bought the best biscuits in the village, philosopher sent me a totem he believes is the universe of the hanging-pei. I went to did you get the village can be made into all the varieties of vegetables, by the hotel's kitchen table doing dishes, inviting them to dinner with friends. My insignificant skills, actually who they think are Chinese cuisine, especially the philosopher, while eating while Lian Hu, too delicious, and nothing is a miracle! My vanity was greatly met one back.
After dinner, we have five people from different countries gather in my room chatting. Japanese girl is very careful to ask me a political issue, I told her I do not like Japan, but we are now Kunzaizheli, it is inappropriate to talk about politics is meaningless. South Korean military seems to be more like me, he felt that I have at least more than the Japanese girls to be independent and mature more. Iscia do not know where to put it out of her mysterious gift --- the so-called cannabis. The few of us decided to try it, in addition to me that they were previously smoked. Iscia very skilled to roll marijuana cigarettes into the years, several of us began to take turns sitting on the floor with a cigarette smoking.
Rounds after the extraction was complete in two. Isa's eyes began to blur, talking Speed began to slow, it is clear a bit incomprehensible. Philosophers have been sitting cross-legged in the corner, smiling, and do not, almost always giggle, others ask him, he would have been answered with a smile. Japanese girl, the biggest changes and suddenly she was fluent in English, and gave us sang Ri Wenge, could see she was very excited. The most interesting is that the Korean people, when he began to have remained silent, and later he found his feet with a finished bag of garbage juice packaging, the above in English of the "REAL" words, he suddenly jumped up and grasp straight from the box that screamed "IT IS A REAL LIFE!" Later, this slogan has been lingering in my mind, a few days shall not be dispersed. As for me, because it is the first time touched the thing, misgivings and dared not spend more. But looking at their performance, I was holding the pillow, laughed for a long time had not stopped. That night I slept very comfortable that I have a good journey times in the small sense.
Finally, can leave the little village of. I and the Japanese, Koreans with the pack of cars dilapidated cars intention to proceed, in order that the may go to Kathmandu. Few days of heavy rain linked become very muddy mountain road, there are large mounds of debris flow rocks sandwiched cross the road. Our small car seems to have become broken off-road vehicles, the toss up and down continuously, in addition to the other part of the speaker does not ring in ring. Several times in a row over insurance off, finally a big rubble before stopped an hour later, vehicles have piled up, waiting in the queue. Looked like a hill like a stone, I have almost lost the confidence to increase both its intention to return to Lhasa in. But behind the car, people do not think so, more and more people are moving to join the ranks of the stone to go. There is no tool, plus a branch with both hands. The ranks were mostly Nepalese and Indians, with them shouting slogans, even the pushing and pulling. I stood on the side, was moving speechless. But the team which has not a Westerner, they are not their own is sitting in the car on foot Bei Zhaobao not come down, those who rely on to secure the Americans and the British prefer to efforts to climb Mount Everest, also unwilling to spend a roadside Quban rocks! But they are physically the strongest among the crowd again! I glance sideways at them one, with contempt.
Which god is probably moved two hours later, we can finally move forward, and the crowd a round of applause! We are excited about the three individuals on board the more backward a cry! After a while another child, our car was opposite to the stopped car, I thought it could not go again What's the matter, the result turned out the opposite was found that our car tires have problems, let us know. Driver got off a look, faster shocked, the original one of our all deflated front tire, and on relying on steel wheels forward, if not the other reminds us that we always have a car full of people could meet God!
Finished tire change, in the dark, I finally arrived in Kathmandu!
7, when the English teacher in Nepal
Through friends, I know of a local, Robin. He had opened in Canada there is a language school, their own Chinese also speak quite good. He told me very enthusiastic, and asked me to go to his school class, I told him that the children would be mistaken, he has repeatedly insisted. To learn Chinese are a number of businessmen, they more or less and China trade. A class with 10 individuals, I do not have teaching materials nor read the book on casual chat with them, teaching a little business might use language. I went to-day for three days, every morning for two hours. After that, Robin told me that my students liked the class. Especially remember the one I teach, "business is not, friendship in the."
I'd really appreciate the meaning of friendship. Robin with his motorcycle around the set I went to see sights, for me to explain, but also took me to his house for dinner, cross section of local people to pull carts. Because it is with him, I almost did not take tickets and fares, but also felt the most authentic Nepalese style. Nepal because of the recent political turmoil, many people go abroad to develop them. I have found that language courses are very popular here, especially the Japanese. Almost a half of people are working hard to learn, they all want to go to work in Japan. At the same time, the Japanese government and the embassy were very supportive of them to learn Japanese language examination was held for them on a regular basis, teaching materials and exchange and so on. In contrast, those who study Chinese, a lot less, but also to do things that no supporters. Robin said that once a person learned the language of a country, then he will be forever a friend of that country.
I like the Nepalese, they are almost always friendly, no aggressive eyes, various religious and ethnic living together harmoniously. However, economies of their countries but never until now has not been 94 years of development, in addition to tourism with little industry. The years of civil war Gengrang as before the days of people, many people may not choose to leave their homes.
Robin said that he could go to China. I said, you are welcome to! In fact, my heart would have preferred him to have a better in his own country's development, because I could see that he is very patriotic person.
8, 24 hours, from Kathmandu to Shanghai
From Kathmandu to Shanghai non-stop flights have been canceled. Shanghai non-stop, if only less than five hours. Because only two aircraft, the Royal Nepal Airlines, one of which broke down in the repair. I have learned a lot of home ticket agents, and finally decided to take the cheapest but also the most demanding of that class. Nepal Airlines plane that first flew in Madrid, then transferred from Madrid Bangkok, and finally to Shanghai.
Nepal Airlines plane took off at three in the afternoon, my usual one hour ahead of schedule to the airport, after a complex searches and baggage checks, I finally sat in the hall and so receive boarding pass. 3:30, when it came the news that the aircraft was delayed, to delay, but the airport staff promises to help us solve the dinner. So I continued and so on and so on and so on呀. To the more than six times, and finally to a car, a mini-van that was packed with passengers and luggage, we pulled into a hotel. I have been worried that I can successfully transfer the next day in Madrid, a good thing I took into account the possibility of delays to aircraft, scheduled for 6:00 the next day. In a hotel eating a free dinner, we have a large group of people sitting in the hotel lobby to wait for news. May be surprising is that these people do not have a noise inside and grumble, but their silence break. Change made in the country, passengers are not quarreling strange genius!
So bored in the hotel lobby when the take knowledge of a female teacher in Poland. Her to volunteer in Nepal, where rural primary schools to teach English, the time period of six months is now over the course intends to come home. She told me that she has served in that capacity to travel, has been ten years! I envy and admire her not help this way of life, but in the end she told me that the meal free dinner is eaten during these six months she was the best food.
Middle of the night 1:00, and finally back to the airport handlebars I re-found behind 2:30, the aircraft finally took off! More than three in the morning, I went to the Madrid airport. I do not have a visa in India can not be a waiting room. So I have a bench where Dake Shui. Shortly after midnight the airport is very interesting, there are holding a toothbrush opposite the water pool of people brush their teeth, there are mosquitoes while sleeping while shooting the person, as well as burying their heads in newspapers, people who snore. Unfortunately, my camera is broken and did not shoot the pictures.
The journey back on the fairly smoothly, 22:00 I finally returned home to Shanghai. Looking at the room, a thick layer of dust, the mirror tired and dirty I am. A time. I am also not sure I've come back, or that I had to go out too.
9, snow child's heart
Sichuan-Tibet road companions are more than a dozen individuals, regardless of experience or qualifications, they are higher than my lot. I liked many of them who learned a lot from them. Huang Sister moderate, small leaves of the wisdom of Grandpa conservation Shi, Zhou Sister understanding. . . . . .
One night, I and my sister live with lobular, because no sleep on a chat with. I said I do not know what I should have been something, looking for another without any idea, often influenced by their own depression. She then gave me a story:
"In winter, snow. The kids had a snow pile outside the house of people. The kids are motives to take the Snowman, to play with him every day. Snow kids love these children, but the night time he it can not go inside the house and the kids play. So, every night outside the window he watched the children while the fire inside the house, he always felt that the house has the power to attract him, but he also understand that if the inside of the surface What would be his. almost never a night at the torment he has. he began to secretly Wang Wunei involuntarily moved, albeit a little distance from the day he eventually came to the house door. That night, snow children feel that they a happy life. dawn, after a night of hot air, the snow melted a child in his left feeling the last moment, he knew the reason why the yearning for stoves, because his entire body is supported dig stoves do an iron bar The. "
Having commented on this story, the small leaves did not continue and then go on, just say the story made her a long time hard to forget. I think a lot of things that night. I do not know what my heart to do, probably somewhere there is something pushing me forward. Why do I like to walk? That is because there are certain things in front waiting for me.
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