When the plane landed at Hongqiao Airport in the moment, actually, but some back to God, the indistinct indistinct in trance to ask themselves over and over again, Silk Road tour over? When the answer is yes, the heart actually filled with dismay. Sitting home, car, looking out the window neon sky, I heard a colleague, said: "We are now resting in our Xinjiang, the days it was still lit, hard to say also it may be hot." "We" in Xinjiang, I can not help laughing, in Xinjiang, more than I recall with nostalgia the original one can not help Sixu back nine days ago ... ...
August 29, since 8:00 am to catch the plane, three in the morning should get up at a time when the Olympic Games coming to an end that day, they just broadcast Shimi Tai diving men's final and women's volleyball finals, I will simply not sleep night after reading straight sets to match. Time the aircraft took off from Shanghai Hongqiao Airport, although the plane did not gnaw on the food, the flight attendants are not loud noise, but it is still not affect my excitement. That the snow-capped mountains stretching out the window, blue mountain lake, attracted, I wonder from time to time. 5 hours after the plane landed Urumqi, to lay down their luggage straight to erdaoqiao Grand Bazaar. Before traveling, I have made full preparations, where some play, where some eat, where to buy some, I have 11 on record. Erdaoqiao cruise in the afternoon, arts and crafts can not read, there are a lot of dried fruit at home (her husband brought back from Xinjiang in the first half), white jade afraid of fakes, the results had nothing to buy, with a total thought there anyway time, do not worry, may be the next few days with a day on Prix star, never a chance to, and feel pity for the fact that Xinjiang's shawl is still very good gift, either from wear or give as gifts. Fell in love with barbecue noodles for dinner at night, too tired, and missed the Olympic Games closing ceremony.
August 30, the morning of departure to the Tianshan Heavenly Lake, had heard that the Tianshan Tianchi not up to much and do not regret it, go to a more regret, to entertain the idea, they started to feel is not so bad, a quiet pool of water accompanied by tall and quiet of the Bogda Xuefeng, let me waste a good few films. Afternoon, go to the Nam ranch, according to the online guide to the Kazakh yurt guests, very disappointed, too commercialized, and has gone the simple hospitality of the Kazakh people and replace them with the operation of corporatization, tour guides and managers to bargain and yurts in Attendants terrifying, milk tea, snacks taste so-so, want to see folk dancing, take money, boring to the extreme. Sitting in the yurt in less than 5 minutes, then slipped out, about two male colleagues to go horseback riding, tour guides said that Xinjiang uniform price 30 yuan an hour, where it could not work, 30 yuan also only go to the back pasture turn circle, also a half-hour to 40 minutes, like, pipe, he does, step onto a high-head Malaysia, by a Kazakh PLMM with a gallop all the way, both fresh and exciting, that is, the beginning of a bit pointless, a running horse up in the stirrup on the foot on the knock came back two feet like a steamed bun, like swollen. 23:00, and a group of colleagues to miss a long time 51 night markets, Bianchang delicious, namely: Hand pilaf (not used to), yogurt son (very good), a kilogram of Kaoquan Yang (at the time felt good to eat After a real Kaoquan Yang found out that hardly any), barbecue (preferably to eat), baked fish (can not Burqin ratio), grilled ribs, grilled hearts, roasted waist, grilled liver (not as good as barbecue), Yang Du soup, Nang, eat a mouthful of the oil flow.
August 31, because it is 12 noon plane in the morning Meimeideshui a feel that this is the only Lanjue nine days later to get up the days are Beijing, Xinjiang, time to sleep. 13:00 arrive in Altay, ride to Kanas. Along the way first through the Gobi Desert into the mountains, the scenery gradually charming together, holding the camera all the way I shoot film呀, issued from time to time to marvel. This is not what the tour guide said that the United States does not yet risen Jian Zhao! Really, I'm looking forward to. Sure enough, a piece grassland Jinxian front of the green and white yurt scattered grassland, cattle, sheep, and horses graze leisurely in which, grasslands, forests, cattle and sheep, rivers, hills form of a beautiful landscape . Each of us can see one, they asked off camera, and each time thought it was beautiful, it may after a while can see better, the car had stopped time and time again, no way to guide told us that the "You want to see the sunshine today, do Kanas" This convergence we have a little. 19:00 into the Kanas scenic spot along the Pentium the Kanas River, all the way through the Wolong Bay, Moon Bay, the light is not very good, but still fascinating, and cars to the gods Bay, will have to switch to the range of scenic spots car, is said to be studying Jiuzhaigou, but I do not think learning in place, shuttle bus is still burning gasoline, pollution, large enough, the management also particularly rigid, depriving the heavy baggage that we put forward for quite a long way to go, but also a big slope, the whole scenic area called "Villa" plethora, messy bear, accommodation conditions are very poor, poor food, but also terribly expensive, can look forward to next year, the entire residential area to move to Jarden valley, to the time when there are blessings Kanas . Tian Sean down, the wind up and kick into gear and put on sweaters, coats, cold wind is still drilling bones. Miss son, called home to tell her husband where the north wind whistled, her husband said I was bragging, laughing can be Tiandeliangxin, really cold, where the attendants were wearing down jackets it! The evening, to participate in bonfire party, lacks meaning, but feel the atmosphere around the bonfire dance, the idea is very happy. Memorable is the party started when he heard someone exclaim, looked back and one as large as the galactic disk of the moon rising from the hillside, well OK the United States, that is a lifetime to forget the moon. Party does not end I left because I began to nosebleeds, this defect has been with me the whole tour in Xinjiang. I live in Villa be in good condition, it may still let us feel very suited. Companion, someone brought along a hot-water bottle, and we made fun of for a long time can be made to the night, found out that she is quite wise. Middle of the night awakens to find electric pulled out of the heart, a little afraid, the result could not sleep, and standing at the window the stars, unknowingly passed the night.
September 1, got up before dawn every day, and early in the morning went to Pier, as the first wave of tourists swim lake, tour guide said that the lake morning climbing the afternoon, so that other visitors can be staggered to avoid congestion. Leapt up the white mist on the lake, people in which is like fairyland, and some missing. The hills are still green lake deep, I imagine there is no dye in the row of trees to make the scene, but there are a handful of a handful of golden yellow, red and there, tour guides say that this is also thanks to an autumn rain yesterday Kanas wait until after the 20th will be a night to become colorful, brilliant fun. On board more than once heard someone Kanas, compared with the Jiuzhaigou, and some said that Kanas is good, and some said that Jiuzhaigou is good, I think that compared to some of Kanas broader atmosphere, while the more delicate Jiuzhaigou more charming, the same is that both are so beautiful, such as the fairy-tale-like world. However, the dead trees Kanas Long Beach without my imaginary magic, at least not yet, compared with the Jiuzhaigou water driftwood. Yacht on the water more gradually up the quiet lake is broken, and we asked the tour guide again and again why it is so beautiful lake to use petrol to pollute it, and can be tour guide said it was nothing, Kanas development for so many years, but also not seen deterioration in water quality, but I can clearly hear the lake in the groan. Two hours later, the ship dock, home visits to families to travel to Tuva. Tuva Mongolian people are a branch, to the nomadic, hunting, of course, the Twa Kanas received home visits can also be a living, and that's a lot of money in revenue. However, a guest at the Tuva people than in the Nanshan a guest ranch in the Kazakh yurt is much better, eating cheese, listening to Su Wu Er, time is pretty unconsciously. Take the afternoon shuttle bus to the hillside and went to Guan Yu kiosks, on the way the scenery is beautiful, and through a meadow, the tour guide said that if Wu Liuyue copies, here are the colorful wildflowers hill and dale, the United States could not help get people in which the roll. It seems I have come really bad time, missed the mountain flowers everywhere, also missed the row of trees to make dye, no regrets, but how can it, no regrets how it attracted me again. From the hills to see Kanas is not a good feeling, light green trace white, as if a pot of stew was透透of carp soup, with fragrant with a sticky, people can not help but want to drink one. Way to run into a visitor went to the white Haba (White Haba is my longing for a place, I have repeatedly called for travel arrangements, which may have been poor roads, roads not ring true refused), he said there is a god place to be is the road to the bad go faster Britain out of the intestines, and this tim next letting me a regret I have to have the opportunity to come back. Four in the afternoon left the Kanas went Burqin. Way back in the good-bye grassland is still feel that to see could not see enough, but in order to be able to ride the time, and we hold back no longer get off, who wanted to summer pastures in Kazakhstan riding, I thought I could also have thoroughly enjoyed themselves more cheaper, but getting into the fall, many pastoralists all transitions away, hard to find one, people do not let us ride out the price and high horses less, no recourse but to go out to the ring riding, Mai Menpiao not say the price is also half an hour to 20 yuan, now that came, and also attend to the price Gaobu Gao, and assert that we are entering the time, there is another group of people riding Mai Menpiao ready, we just-do, grab a count one, young and old Qi battle, depriving those people who bought a 10 yuan ticket Quemo horse is really pathetic. The riding I have experience now, and horses belly a folder, all the way, flanked how a really cool Zile De. 9:00 arrive Burqin, this is a clean and tidy town, everything was orderly. Dinner purposely left a little belly in the evening on the night market to eat grilled fish, ate fish and two dogs black and tastes great. Products with Cabas, eating grilled fish, what Fan Chen mundane are tossing in the back seat, really a great joy to life.
September 2, really hard day, starting early in the morning along State Road 217 back to Urumqi, the former more than 100 kilometers all sidewalk, Britain had all the bones fall to pieces, the most I could tolerate the Gobi desert one, would like to sing a song of the there is no place, no nai only under the chorus, "folk songs", which for our gang of people who grew up in the city is really nice, a very terrible thing, Who knows, there has been the first second, Xinjiang, Gansu, and leave We sing folk songs under the shadow, gradually have not seriously but it does feel much better than some of the roadside a small latrine, but also to Meet the next years, must go and see a place to sing there grow mushrooms. Passing Urho Mo Guicheng, I heard inside was covered ventifact, swinging for a long time but I have not seen one, depriving the fun of being companions, said there should be ventifact have long been picked bare by others, which rounds to be I, or a man walked on his own depths of Mo Guicheng, perhaps there is escaped. Mo Guicheng sunset tour guide said, is the most beautiful, it may not happen to most of the time except at night living in Karamay, he says, I was fascinated. Driving through Karamay, both sides are all pumping units (kowtow machine), an awe-inspiring. After a Karamay the road is very flat, is not it is a high-speed highway, we also took the opportunity to Bubu feel good in the car. Drowsy in just to hear someone screaming, "Look, Sunset", looked up a look, Gobi Desert Heaven and Earth line, red red sun hung in the horizon above the surrounding clouds dyed red layer, a layer of purple , a layer of gold, appear more feminine and flirtatious, when a group of geese flying over from the sun before, this mood, tut, people unspeakable. I innocently looked out the window, it seems that there is nothing between heaven and earth, and Hao Bantian had not thought necessary to shoot down this rosy picture with the camera. The first reaction was over, shouted parking, no matter where the driver can stop (our teacher is really a very good driver), let us get off to enjoy the wanton enjoy sunsets. Shidianzuoyou back to Urumqi at night, tired, and no effort Zaiqu Guang Yeshi, although it wanted to eat barbecue.
September 3, today to leave in Xinjiang, and the day went to Turpan. Turpan is another round of scenery, attractions many solemn Sugong Tower, Ancient City of Gaochang bleak vicissitudes and Grape Valley where fruitful, the Kaner wisdom ... ... what is most difficult for me to forget or Kaoquan Yang. Dream Kaoquan Yang should be in the vast grasslands around the bonfire, a sheep tied to the pole, in the fire roasted呀baking, so when I sat down in a restaurant, a sheep was placed in the dining car was pushed out, I feel very disappointed, but tasted a piece of meat, before we know before, it will simply eat meat can not be regarded as lamb, mutton and that was really Kaoquan Yang Human Need. 21:30 left to go to Dunhuang, Turpan.
September 4 to September 6, at the Dunhuang Mogao Grottoes in Gansu tour, Mingsha Mountain, Crescent Moon Spring and the Jiayuguan Jiayuguan City, cantilever Great Wall, Lanzhou waterwheel Park, White Pagoda Park, due to the quality of tour guides differences, although these views are the long-awaited, but it can not afford to raise spirits, thus, also increasingly in memory of Xinjiang.
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