Meet difficult for Bie Yinan, in the blue sky under the influence of the buttered tea, people learned to Ziqing. In fact, the reunion was the beginning of parting, parting to the next reunion.
--- Tibet is Tibet
Six days later, ushered in the seventh day.
When the morning through the bed of glass, eight Lang Xue Hotel was full of hanging with the red and green bedding and blue as the sky appears to be a good fit, and pleasing.
Today is lazy, and taking advantage of idle, go to Internet cafes pass photos. Spent a whole 4H, was uploaded more than 200, TMD, really slow.
Chuan-Guo photos, came to read bars. Asked for a tea, a few people sitting at a bar the door, basking in the sun, there is the Xia Liao Yi Cha Yi Cha did not, from time to time over money, and anyway there are notes, daughter cleared also come again.
Gossip, it was left, it was over, and ultimately, people, and ultimately, laughter. When a person alone would be inclined relying on, close your eyes to dream up something: In the taste of the mad cow auspicious Tibetan meal, in the street was the bargaining with the small traders (usually I rarely buy souvenirs), in Rob Linca of wandering around (hit holiday, here is the reward of choice for Tibetan Opera), Yangbajain the hot springs (small hot springs in Japan for being fake )...... at this time, I was like a fish in the water children, freedom to travel with, that kind of feeling, that is a word: cool.
Half-asleep and daydreaming doing, cell phone ring tones think of. Brigade members in the reminders in preparation for back-up material in the evening to enjoy the last FB dinner.
The car took us to turn the city in Lhasa for several laps, he finally picked up a fairly large store, something on the shelves of supermarkets fairly complete. "That's it!" Last night we took out to be good stuff out in a variety of procurement list, jumped from the car down. Into the supermarket and that feeling, like a Hong Kong films, where the gangster-like Haoqiganyun, backward in a snap your fingers, bought the whole thing here! Supermarkets where the staff is busy busy outside, according to our list one by one into stuffing boxes.
All finished, they go first, and I went to the Agricultural Bank of added purse. As I went to Ali, after a back and they do not directly by the new line of Ben Yecheng away possession. The Potala Palace Square, next to the Agricultural Bank of wasting nearly half an hour. Thank God, finally taking the money out, the card I endured its share of headaches, which comes later. Then came the Latin American duo Gang said earlier that a good bar, played the final madness.
Gently I go, as I gently fashion. So long thoughts, but can only have seven days stay. Mind repeated: Good-bye, Lhasa.
One summer night in 2004, I left Lhasa before a night telling myself, I would like to come back.
Everest tomorrow, to advance! ! !
Author: triparound
