Backtrack, blue sky come when more off than many, although on several occasions to stop and enjoy the scenery, we were still going very fast. On the road randomly selected to enter the residence of a pastoral visit, solid, Shek Mun, 2 door ajar, we will follow the tour guide got into into the hospital a little pass some of the main Grandpa Chinese and enthusiasm will lead us to principal room, which enshrines the They believe in the gods, there are three generations of a great man of China, Mao Zedong, Deng Xiaoping and Jiang Zemin's portrait, in addition to a Jet Li's portrait (which is his house, his son's idol), buttered tea room there is a set of home-made device, next to the cellar beams dried chatting up the dried meat and cheese, and two sons greeted the owner, my grandfather poured tea for us, sub-cheese and tsampa, everyone curious to taste into the mouth. After eating something, we become presumptuous up, pick up the hosts who looked to touch things, smelling, has entered a few of the hosts who looked the other room, host family from beginning to end sounded a smile, warm welcome and hospitality. When all the curiosity satisfied, we left a little money to return host family's profound friendship, we began to retreat. More than three in the afternoon went to the Yangbajain with the past, it was a number of cooling towers still in the Nyainqentanglha steaming mountain front kick into gear, a surge of smell of sulfur, a few big dogs flee to flee to, has already received are used to tourists The Tibetans were holding the Malays to sell the business. Lap of the restaurant, surrounded by two large rooms in the middle of the pond, pool houses many people, not deep pond, which braved the huge bubbles, blue sky overhead is blue, the sun in the clouds down the middle of oblique, 4 weeks is the endless snow-capped mountains in the distance there are a few thick low clouds. In the 4,300 meters in Yangbajing bathing in hot springs is absolutely a wonderful experience, this feeling, and almost immortal. . . . . . Here is sunny, over a pass, the sky began to rain as expected, and then turn into a downpour. Days more and more dark, this section of road is very bad to go, all with potholed dirt road down the mountain, there are many roads have been washed landslides cut off the road is very slippery, if accidentally dropped a cliff, can can not return home alive, is the problem, and indeed there is a car out of a car accident, and so on for half an hour on the road finally talked. Winding winding mountain roads where there are steep slopes, where there are cliffs, we drove a white horse for the master's mind like a clear-cut, he drove too fast, while we got out of the rain area, 20 o'clock we finally returned to Lhasa . Twilight has completely enveloped the city, Toyama have been dim. The Potala Palace in the background of dark mountains Yingyingchuochuo, appeared calm and tranquil. Dinner is a few days ago to discuss a good Tibetan meal, we have found a good tent set in the designated location at their seats, as late as we had to sit in the back of the order. Placed above the table in front of ginseng fruit fried rice, stuffed peppers, stewed potatoes, Tibetan yogurt, rice and other items, the degree of highland barley wine is not very high, a small cup of drink, and not much response, buttered tea taste is relatively pure , ginseng fruit fried rice and Tibetan yogurt pretty good. Let the atmosphere and further warm up the Tibetan song and dance performances, dancing and beautiful girls, boys, lively movements, there is a program also dressed as a yak burst into the tent, and threaten some of the female visitors, first Huarong pale, followed by a hearty laugh is not idle time . A memorable night in Lhasa on so that rave parties were sent off.
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