New Year's Eve Monday D1 has long been thought of good, and this year's Spring Festival, a man before, back luggage to enjoy freedom of loneliness and isolation. New Year's Eve, before leaving the lonely, or so I can not help to friends made a short message: I have to go, and you do not intend to send to send me? We chat with the waiting room, carefully avoiding the parting of the bleak, unless of that Yi Sha, I do not look back, never fear ahead courage.
Wagon, passenger buyers, people whispered conversation with, crack Ke oval, looking through the magazines, playing poker, and the air was filled with a touch of nostalgia, lifeless to linger in every human heart - Today is New Year's Eve. They will have their own reasons for a last resort, the total does not like me, an "inverse sub", deliberately chosen today, I think.
Column Che Xingzhi Deyang, suddenly Lala up a lot of short-distance migrant, the generosity of the dining car - free of charge Nianye meal dumplings, to scare it back. I had to lie on the couch, imagine cup lights staggered home, grand, no Zi tasteless way to spend my New Year's Eve in 2002.
D2 who started Tuesday morning has broken, the window stretches of high loess slope reminded me that we have entered the territory of Gansu. I stared leaned against the window, what do not want to, but also as if anything can be thought, "Meditation" General. Occasionally, a shock-ling, they sigh open to: This land was dregs, did the yellow smoke of the land actually nourish the leisurely five thousand years of civilization.
Lanzhou approaching, and I turned over the self-help travel brochures, contemplating the next step is to Shandan Junma Chang, Gannan Labrang Monastery, or Xining in Qinghai Lake, a few pages of this manual from flash, and I still indecisive. This is the lone charm: Development of stroke, but not in order to implement, but to be changed, you can maximize the implementation of new ideas emerge at any time, no one will interfere, in addition to M & T.
Delayed one hour, the train pulls into the Lanzhou station, I finally selected Gannan, because there is no right to go by way of Xining and Shandan of the trips, but also because I love the Tibetans and Tibetan blind, this will be my fourth into Tibet.
Lunar New Year's Lanzhou slightly depressed, it is not from the carnival last night, waking up after sleeping. I Beizhao Bao in the street, while the weather is too early to rush "the world No. 1 Yellow River Bridge" - Zhongshan Bridge, a famous bridge than to meet in private muttering, to reach the bridge, I am afraid that is far better than the psychological significance of the tourism significance. Reluctant to abandon a temporary aversion to photography and desperate to press the sheet, "but this one tour," because his mother promised to bring along some photos to be back. The Yellow River, the original is not yellow! May find themselves among ordinary trance was still standing in Chengdu, overlooking the South River. I have to admire those writers poet, the tireless efforts of thousands of years everyone believed this fact, the river is our common mother. Perhaps the ordinary is the mother's character.
The way back to the hotel, I am stall to be a bowl of noodles and a grilled bun, noodles actually sung at the plate, top doused with potatoes, cauliflower, beef mixed in with a Zhulan the soup, tastes, one can not stand garlic . Baked bun chew on both sides of the temple with my health pain, vowing to chew out of childhood memories in Xinjiang.
The entire hotel on my one guest, are preparing to sleep, the students received a phone call from England just returned inevitable New Year's greeting, working啦and living啦... ... Seeing the mood was again Sang Sang flying back wages, jobs trivial troubles in, it is a fumed. That night, I had a dream to do their own due to salary increases, and the boss kicked one.
D3 on Wednesday, two days arrived at Lanzhou West Station is not yet dawn. Inquiries under the Gannan Tibetan areas of the shuttle to go all the stops to open, because the Tibetan people and Han people must be the New Year. Fortunately, just before Eid al-Adha Muslim brothers, so I can go Linxia Hui Autonomous Prefecture, and from there transfer to Xiahe.
A total of four people on board to go to Xiahe. Zhang Yi, a devout Buddhist, to labrang call on Buddha; Ma Zhuo, passionate photography enthusiasts, from Beijing; Beijing is green in a "donkey" is said to never go hand in hand with others, but many network called "fellow traveler"; plus me.
Dealers soon will enter the Muslim enclave, in front of the mosque is vaguely hidden deep in the memories of fairy tales in the Arabian palaces, bazaars into a pile of cattle and sheep emit bursts of bloody foul. Irrespective of old and young men, wearing white skullcaps, elegant point, and then embroidered lace; women are surrounded by a headscarf, with a different color to distinguish between Marital status.
To the Linxia is noon, fellow-travelers as expected and left us. Zhuo Ma and I first went to the station side of the small food wrap belly, thanks to my persistent rhinitis, sheep Youchao noodles I eat with gusto, Ma Zhuo an empty stomach, but also hard to swallow.
Back to the car, Ma Zhuo bag out from the thick "lonely planet", my eyes are green, but I find that the long-regarded as a "Bible" book. Zhang Yi obviously we just go play with the attitude of Labrang Monastery has some critical words, but we are still enthusiastically invited monks living at home.
Because of poor road conditions, 80 kilometers run a full 3 hours. Zhang Yi's friends Tung-chi, a medical school education in the Labrang monks made a special trip to the station to meet us. Xiahe public buses are the surface, vehicle 1 yuan, fair trade. Chile's lead in the East, we first went to meet one Xia Buddha. Labrang Monastery is said to over 200 living Buddha reincarnation hereditary.
Enter the courtyard, a surge of rich Tibetan incense Hunzhaoyanyan butter flavor. Lama out, is a benign countenance of the elderly, Zhang Yi was moved to tears involuntarily kneeling Ke In the past, Zhuo Ma and I went so far as nervous know what to do. Living Buddha for us Zhidianmijin, Ma Zhuo choke for a long time, had something out of nothing, we asked the cause of their own future, the original just a day dedicated to Kuan Kung, can be resolved. I have slightly raised to mention their own work, life, and comes with a "loss" is the word, immediately they regret it, how to translate the East-chi, Buddha will understand how secular intellectuals in a small hesitation. Zhang Yi in the side of the blind and captions, is the personal problem has not yet resolved, defense quickly made me blush. Living Buddha Qiazhiyisuan certainly Road, as long as I insist would be getting better. Yes, we should this sentence, the decision to help others, you can evade their own responsibility, how wonderful.
Living Buddha farewell and return to the East-chi home, the sky was dark. Tung-chi, the enthusiasm of their parents, let me by surprise, and nap Canada, Eastern intellectual brother is a beautiful Tibetan boy. Grandma is not Chinese, just busy in the kitchen, a short while side bowls "auspicious food", white rice, mix the butter, then sprinkle with sugar and ginseng fruit, home hospitality of Tibetan food. Unfortunately, I no happiness tasted one, and then dare not second spoon, falsely claimed that their own not very hungry. Fuyuchi PHS ring, and Huang De kang jumped from his channeling to go barefoot on the outside, rough-cast plus shook his head exclaimed: "Oh - Arco have all this," full of a helpless old woman by the world sigh. (ARCO, Tibetan for lamas honorific)
Lamao plus love to sing, will soon be sent to the local art troupe Southwest Nationalities College. We sat in the front of the TV side and a nap Rongzhongerjia plus humming a song while reading the scriptures Fuyuchi, medical code, while talking about Buddhism, Buddhism in their hearts, enjoyable. I was most ironic that, according to Labrang monks to research, Clinton spent a past life is actually a monk, still enshrined in the Temple. The dog thing Surprisingly,咱Chinese people change!
That night, I Zhang Yi, Ma Zhuo nap plus four crammed with fully clothed and sleep on the kang. Middle of the night, I do not live up to expectations in the stomach cuckoo Zhijiao, but also for fear of Zhang Yi and nap plus heard, had secretly blasted out with my fists so that it no longer oppressed voice space.
D4 third-year on Thursday, just four points, the East-chi brings us toss woke up, saying it was junior high before dawn each person had to switch to End Labrang Monastery. Tung-chi, inviting voice to be recited his morning classes 100 characters curse, my mother has been on the end of breakfast: a pot of hot tea and fried noodles fruit sugar. Braving the stars, we are starting to turn upon the. Kind of excitement in the village go to the market, there is to go with friends and families stopping by girls, dressed in colorful costumes; a walk the night came from a very distant steppe nomads of worship, there is such a heterogeneous Zhuo Ma, braving Pentzl headlights, haughty disregard of others.
Labrang is surrounded by more than 2000 turning cylinders, there are wooden, with copper, there are large, small, there is heavy, there is light. Turning to be a clockwise direction and keep my right hand to toggle through each of a cylinder, a short while the pain was stiff, and then stopped to take a rest, take a look at stars in the sky and listen through the barrel of the "squeak ah" sound, Didi De again feel the Tibetans were chanting, way again. A half-hour was finally transferred to finished all of the prayer wheels, Zhang Yi also we bid farewell, and she completed the aspirations of today's get back to Lanzhou.
Sky gradually brighter labrang shrouded in the morning. In the way to the mountains, Lu-yu of the little boy stared at the oranges, I Shou Lin, "to do", "should", the little boy took the oranges and jump ran away, not to cover up the straightforward, so you also for his pleasure and infection. Climbed the hill, the whole panoramic view of Xiahe, Labrang occupy more than half, large halls, Kungtangcang pagoda, a seat Sengfang, rows of prayer wheels, large-scale surprise. This is the world's largest institution and the Gelug Sect of Tibetan Buddhism, one of six metropolitan temple.
Turning continues, a constant stream of people also came from the Quartet, there are those who long head knock. Zhuo Ma Nikon put up, was busy capturing "marvelous moment," not to beware of, is squatting in front of the little girl back to catch a glimpse of, panic too quickly to stand up to the staring contests, it looked clear to say: "Man has three acute and shit there What is a good film it? ", Ma Zhuo endless grievances. Labrang scenery, both men and women, a squat down toilet, skirts Yi Liao, local solutions. There have been online wen denounced such uncivilized acts, I say, your civilization, how can others, vehicle exhaust, drug, white trash is more uncivilized!
After lunch, in order to live up to that warm sunshine, we Zhaoleyichu mountainside where the sun was very relaxed, quiet. Dafa will be 3:00 before beginning. At turning the paths on foot, pious who still insist on kowtowing, our one and a half hours away, he had a six-hour march, the faith and horrible. Xiangfo's heart was not young and old, as well as 10 age children, have decided to put their own life in a knock on the road in exchange for the next life secure. Distance windy, and dust overwhelming, driving the wind hit, Wei as spectacular. Ma Zhuo running around in circles for the lens, saying that wanted to make a sandstorm in the Labrang.
I am the photographer was very do not understand that it is "harmful words meaning" move. Travel is the spiritual experience, why use cameras recorded bit by bit, for people to share. If, in memory, but also not to forget that laws of nature, touch hearts will always remain in the memory will never obliterated, why deliberately demanding. This is my concept of photography. Suddenly SMS from your phone to a friend: Today is Valentine's Day, and the roads passable too casually grasping personal bar. I look at the rise of Ma Zhuo, also tampered with his camera, so can not help but "Puchi" laughed the sound, and toxic drugs to wrote back: I want to get rid of him tomorrow.
Dafa will soon begin, and we went through the hall, good fun, a group of monks are fighting for football, has absolutely no tricks of 442, were each array, to grab their efforts to run uphill to play, not Shihai issued a "Oh ho ho" in cheers. Zhuo Ma carrying a tripod were excited, I want to ask why the Football Association not here to film commercials, which shows that Chinese football movement enjoys popular support. But monks have only started this year, three days before they can take such liberties. I also wonder: how measurement of the level of the ball of the draw? Ma Zhuo ridicule Road: probably on the list, sub-Why are so clear. Had to self-mockery: dull, the laity must be done out of victory or defeat Gaoxia theory.
France will finally begun. All sides of the influx of Christians gathered in the Jing-tang, the silence, the stage dressed in monks robes, sat, like the East-chi's morning class, as the high chorus chanting the text. Han, I also do not understand, but boring. "Ming" is heard Fahao, ARCO vied with each influx of Jing-tang, step left no time to put on a both the Sengxie, "Oh - ARCO were all like," I suddenly remembered nap, then added, they would understand its profound meaning. Ma Zhuo would be a tripod to my hands, a plug, go grab the crowd with their own camera, I got to swear again, tomorrow we must get rid of him.
D5 fourth day Friday labrang most popular drying Buddha, butter Festival, King Kong Dance Festival to be initiated until after the beginning of 13 really can not wait, and today we bid farewell to the East-chi, a day. Zhuo Ma beat ZHANG Zhao proposed for the whole family, my mother immediately dug out the robes for each of us put on, rough-cast plus also deliberately hang himself and that the fine knives. Farewell, the grandmother Youwang we bag stuffed with snacks, fruit and beverages. Fortunately, the basic package in Ma Zhuo. We Fuyuchi leave each other address, and Meet, rough-cast Calais Chengdu to school, I must be his guide, and I am again on the grasslands in Gannan, the rough-cast rate of increase is to take me to ride.
Labrang The debate has been drawing to an end, paused to stay at the Jing-tang, and we directly went to bus stations, waiting for a train, when the East-chi again, and insisted to take us the last trip, we like the same for many years familiar Yiyi dismay. Good-bye, Labrang! Good-bye, Dong Zhi! The summer, I will come again, Zongma Sangkecaoyuan.
Cooperation is the capital of Gannan Autonomous Prefecture, but the street seemed to return even more than the Tibetans. We live in Gannan hotels, waiter opened as usual, only a standard room, I hesitated: it was in the East Tomoie are limited, last resort, and now two rooms can be opened ... obviously ... I do not know how to tactfully explain my horses Zhuo was not her kind of relationship for granted. Come on, youth hostels do not all live mixing of men and women? Moreover, Ma Zhuo pretty behaved, I thought to think so.
To lay down their bags, despite the strong opposition Zhuo Ma, I quickly asked for a bottle or two of hot water, step on down days, I have to wash his head to say. To know, from the New Year's Eve've been away five days of no shampoo. I was all over the world at the Labrang find barber shops, all close our doors Guo Danian gone, wanted to address in the East Chi house was Ma Zhuo an "excessive" scared to mention are dared to mention. Washing of the head a bit lighter, as if theosophy also clearly a lot.
Because tomorrow have to go langmusi car and decided to first go to Milarepa and temples for a visit. Desolate road, I have identified an unknown road, Ma Zhuo laugh at my blind confidence. Hui came up a little boy asked for him take the initiative to take pictures and leave mailing address: Co-Grand Mosque, Qi Hussey income. I immediately fell in love with this very "desert" of the name. Kite fluttering sway in heaven, spring has come. I suddenly have a while like flying kites, flying the old year unlucky impulse.
Milarepa is a white to teach architecture and temples, dedicated to the Venerable Milarepa and his disciples. It was nine-story wooden attic, looked far from a solitary Red House, both eye-catching spectacular, but also solemn and temples where the monks are debate the scriptures, than labrang lively academic atmosphere, a bit boring and dull, let us also not out of the atmosphere. Attic floor anomalies clean, barefoot, on the ninth floor, white socks or white socks. I would not feel a reminded Buddhist Ji Yu: Bodhi-tree, mirror nor stand, originally no one objects, where the dye dust. It seems that I have a Satoru.
Without food for dinner, returned to the hotel, watching television, until the hungry, it pulls the two of us bag of edible thing, but also milk, sesame paste, and Chile Dun "rare meal", but also count for the MA Zhuo share those concerns problem-solving, he had long been complaining about the weight of the backpack. It really does not live is because there is no finding trash, Ma Zhuo pour the remaining sesame paste in the basin, the dawn was so good a while attendants whispered: What is it, then the nausea!
D6 fifth day Saturday to langmusi start until 7:00 am. Ma Zhuo 5:00 Jiupaqilai excitement, boredom to turn on the TV, somewhere rather being there, God willing, the TV is playing the grand Buddha sun Labrang Monastery, Labrang Monastery think about yesterday, is still to think of further Big Buddha on the sun for a few days, and I figure out this 5:00 of TV programming is specifically to make up my mind to regret, or even unwilling to add this.
A dark street, only if we armed and wore stern wind went to the station. If they had to wait until eight o'clock, car was starting slowly. In luqu our short stay, after amqog, Gahai protected areas, as well as pieces brown grasslands in pastoral areas. Gahai winter is silent, in the summer there is a haven for migratory birds. Grasslands, scattered on the cattle and sheep have been hard at digging food, rather some non-Nai, in addition to grass and sand, what then?
Near noon, we have to get off. Along State Road 213 into one forks in the road there are 3 kilometers is langmusi. Decided to walk forward. Along the way, no one, but the sky, distant mountains, wilderness, sunshine, snow melt, hay and wind the full enjoyment of such a deserted me. Ma Zhuo was complaining: his bag was too heavy, and somewhat mild altitude sickness. Head-on a coach full of tourists, in a friendly manner with us waved a sudden, I see, and when Walker met with the coach, the kind of mental superiority how wonderful feelings. Langmusi motorcycle hotel wanted to take us a way, I would like to continue to enjoy on foot, by horse Zhuo ride ahead.
Langmusi Hotel 25 yuan for every shop, has received a number of foreigners, cost-effective does not up to much, but renowned Chinese and foreign. Just booked rooms, corridors Upload familiar voice, out look, a "fellow traveler" in Linxia with us, respectively, direct on here come. Chatted a while later, chest and stamp their feet hanging straight for us: just missed out this morning at the burial.
With regard to this, Ma Zhuo instilled to me all the way it is harassment and the dead person glimpse of the privacy of their own adventures, to meet the psychological misdemeanors, in addition to seeking bloody sensory stimulation, that is, to gossip, talk about funding. I hate his side of the banner of moral hypocrisy to pull up a plausible explanation and one side had to admit that he can not refute the theory of nature, had to be more hypocritical to claim to such a detached view of the matter insights and experience the soul of the best shortcut to heaven. Fortunately, "fellow traveler" busy going Maqu, does not have enough to us in detail the whole process.
We are wandering in the village, one in the High School girls in Chengdu, four generation ashamed of me, a tomboy dress up, traveling alone, catch on, abruptly. Why can I eleventh grade, ah, would innocently left alone at home. Tomboy strongly recommended to us lisa's coffee, then push the door in, Xunde black walls, rotten old sofa, a small wooden table and walls shaking covered with a mess in the English menus foreigner message ... ... hard to believe belonging to this small restaurant with the "LP" release all corners of the world. Lisa proprietress is very beautiful, faces, the overall smile. Several visitors are also talking about burial, two vultures tear a case of the intestines, high spirits, extremely rich. I would like to view Zhuo Ma and proximity to a big step. "Celestial burial has begun selling tickets, and a 7 yuan." Heard of this, the original still remaining glimmer of hope in their hearts has a lot of gray: burial is now able to "income." I langmusi, alas, is more worried about it, business will stifle the wave of all civilizations, whether it is Christ, Allah, or Sakya Muni, have escaped not only the famous market, while the invisible hand.
Lisa busy years, I personally cook, stir-fry dish of sour cabbage, starving people do not distinguish good and bad, Ma Zhuo praise.
Rush to fill his stomach, rushed through the hall of the debate by the Council. Sitting in front of a group of young ARCO, suddenly wink with our funny, suddenly scratch each other, cause trouble, no moment of law-abiding. Zun-generation high-bit while those sitting on the right through the middle hall, or a low voice whisper, or impassioned, or going to Heaven and laugh, or wrestling with revel in Buddhist mysticism in life quite happily Seven Sages of the Bamboo legacy. Although you can take photographs, an enthusiast to use flash moves opposite the living Buddha, or make us angry. Langmusi of tolerance and friendly does not mean it spent a minimum of respect and carry out wanton harassment.
Out from the Jing-tang, we have decided along Bailongjiang River upstream, deep canyons seeking dating back to its source. The northern winter is always cold wind whistled, and in langmusi also carries a right about face of the dust, blown people standing instability, could not open eyes. My pants became a Dust Filter, you have turned gray.
Bailongjiang source has a WANG Xiao-pools, clear bottomed out, many fish. Beyond that, the streams become ever smaller and simply do not last into the gravel and could not find the. A river can be had from scratch, the first time I actually traced back to the rivers are the source. Canyon quiet and spacious, Ma Zhuo walking beat, marching slowly, in order not to incur my complaints and let me out of bankruptcy, "sinister", while the shutter asked me to listen to the "Kacha" sound, a moment to appreciate the frame I the difference between telephoto and wide-angle, while another 135 films detailed landscape photography charm in an attempt to cultivate my interest in photography. Fortunately, I have always maintained a clear head, had been almost too poor to feed the luxury-loving tourist, and do not let photographers take away my bowl meals.
Near dusk, we hurried back to lisa's coffee, to an apple pie, yet the tables on the rich aroma overflowing Unfortunately, the boss does not taste the signature dishes: potatoes, roast beef.
D7 sixth days of Sunday's sleep, I decided to still go to Tian Zangtai to the one wish, not to mention it is selling tickets, to keep its integrity is not worth me. A kindly elderly Muslim guide walked us to the hills, Ma Zhuo adhere to his principles, in the semi-Road to stop it, and the phrase "irrepressible desire to write creatively," and continue wasting his film.
The more I line up, the more colors in the morning langmusi of obsession. Mountain cliff in the golden Xiaguang Weiran stand, the dry grasslands Weidun color shrouded in the clear under the burning sun, as if there is also interest-bearing. Villages lying quietly on a gently sloping hill, everything is still asleep, immersed in the quiet, there is no trace of smoke-filled, only the morning mist Yinyun. The Bailongjiang far as the bright white of the tape, draw the village before, but also in the wilderness where a few bend bend, fold a few off before reluctantly heading south to remit a larger river. "This is the most I've seen good and quiet little village," simple and pure!
When approaching Mountain, I saw a lot of streamer inserted into the beam, facing the sun, the wind breeze. Said to represent a soul of a streamer fly the sky. Next to the stone, clay mixed Lei Cheng round units, Is this Tianzang Tai? Montreal is not what has been described bone fragments, torn sleeve, blood, and a long machete. I am convinced that the fork to go own. Not upset, and my heart actually flashed a trace of nearly imperceptible lucky. Only later did I understand that I completely agree with the concept of Ma Zhuo's burial, but unwilling to admit it themselves. There is no better arrangement than this, and I no longer find, Shun retrace their steps down the mountain.
An appointment and Ma Zhuo rendezvous time, I found a block of grass to sit down, listening to the gurgling water sound Bailong, basking in the sun, the name of sleepy, doing "another apple falls, the smashed head" of the dream, any time, such as moving water ... ...
Lunch lisa's coffee has met those few visitors, so the afternoon to discuss chartered to Ruoergai. Unsuccessful negotiations with the boss, just a Chengdu to Zoige shuttle, because the driver visited langmusi relatives, to return. Do not have to talk about 15 yuan per person, on the bus bar. Also up two in Guangdong and a Korean, "tomboy" also hurriedly rushed to the scene prepared to go along, but also seems to have forgotten any important objects, does not go into. Korean is also working with lisa yesterday, bet, non-said, she was a boy.
Car carrying us go away, langmusi are set in the memory cell into an ink landscape painting, has become increasingly clear ... ...
I quietly alone taste the scenery outside the window, or grasslands, or mountains, like the scenery, not the same feeling. Cars onto the mountain slowly circled. Steep cliff, silhouetted against the sky, the momentum of coercion, it seems Taishanyading who put their body jolt lame, Meng press the shutter. Line to the Mountain, "Oh wow -" soon as everyone could not help but exclaim, mountain steppes lie at the foot of Zoige front of the endless vast, but lonely people get heart palpitations, because it's brown, barren, empty, and dust-oriented. The side of the ridge, is also true that just passing the mountains and peaks of two compared to the time to form a strong visual impact of conflict and soul. Korean people excited again and again declared that South Korea must not have such a view. He must have never heard of "tolerance is a virtue, Virtuous" in Chinese old saying.
Driver stopped cars, we'll follow shouting "Hey scattering Ronda -" together towards the ridges, rushing into the hands of the "Dragon up" throwing the sky, suddenly flying Wu Zhao, "bon voyage," the blessings of heaven at this time sun and moon TONGHUI spectacle seems to also predict that this blessing will accompany each one of us traveled the rivers and mountains in the future and will also bring those who are still on the road with the wind good people.
Vehicles in the grasslands along a straight road driving for two hours is also not seen silhouette, Shashi boring. Finally, the distance seems to be horse-riding nomads, just cars and bad, and photographers who put the camera facing the toss that some pastoralists. Pro on the train, I do not know who is thrown from the windows of two film boxes, I detest the civilized and the uncivilized behavior, but also the courage to pick up those empty boxes, Anhen their own hypocrisy.
To Ruoergai After dinner, they chatted in the hotel courtyard to discuss the trip tomorrow. From the four yard looked out, the sky clear and bright, crescent like a hook, the stars bright, clear and charming. I do not care about tomorrow itinerary issued only in the mind is willing, in the summer will have to wear a tent camp in the grasslands, and accompanied by bonfires a few stars.
D8 seventh day on Monday, big New Year's, Zoige extremely cold winter streets, empty, does not festive. Because of remoteness, bad weather, people are seeing friends and family to the mainland, and this period is basically a ghost town Ruoergai. County bus fleet will have to resume tomorrow, and we had to spend the day in this ghost town. Hard to find a phone to the family reported the sound of peace, the father was trapped in our concerns raised by, for another two days in relation to work. Plateau has been some early morning sun shining, I walked alone to the grassland outside the city.
Half-way I stopped at a micro-cargo, the original Ma Zhuo, they would seek a 2 car, decided to go all the chartered loose fan. At this point, I also received a horse Zhuo SMS "back to hotel now".
Settled down to get his luggage back to the start. Beijing girls, and I bear inside a crowded, more reluctant to miss the scenery along everywhere, decided to stand up on the train compartments in eolian Pumian also spared no efforts for another. Feel the fresh air and a broad perspective, we are fighting in the car on the clap cheer. The coat hat covers his head, then covered the driver's military coats and leather jackets, but also not too cold, just think of a four-hour trip, inevitably some are not Haner Lisu.
Britain lame car a lot and we just started Shuishuixiaoxiao, fresh is incomparably did not take long as the animals no longer hibernating Landai move. We rely on the Juansuo together, hungry and cold, the first scale canopy surface. I am saddened by her mother, her daughter are living the same day of street children, and intend to go to Tibet is also in the future follow this approach. Pondered, puzzled eyes, and I do not know how long before, we suddenly awakened at the same time, 20 meters away a few mighty vulture, are lining up watching us, there is one, open one long wings to the far Department glide. I wonder why we woke up, I am afraid it is difficult to explain exactly coincidental with the vultures on the subject of these few seconds, can only believe that is really a very intelligent birds of prey.
Half stroke, I could no longer endure the biting cold and the dust return to the cockpit, Ma Zhuo took the opportunity to ridicule: Korean praised the way the Chinese women really terrible!
Drove through a few ice road, from the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, under the second staircase to the third ladder, 5 o'clock before we loose fan to the county seat. Chengdu, and some had to return to work playmate farewell, I then decided to go with the other people with Jiuzhaigou.
Chuanzhusi is a loose fan the only way to Jiuzhaigou and Huanglong,那座far from the famous Red Army monument, and was very eye-catching. Since then along the road are the craft shops and yak meat, plus workshops, I do not know people who come here to Han. However, because of the gradual rich vegetation, the air becomes moisture up. Down to 2000 meters, the days dark and the lights in the parking lot, modeling a chic-star hotels and luxury coaches are telling me the same thing: Jiuzhaigou up. From Lanzhou to leave now, I did smell a little taste of the city. Into the hotel, standing on soft carpet, actually some are not accustomed to the. At first glance, the room white toilet, Ma Zhuo said he had the impulse to want to shed tears - finally returned to our civilization world.
D9 eighth day Tuesday was barely dawn, we will backpack into the groove of. Did not expect fares so expensive, ticket + tickets and 150 yuan, or the off-season discounted price. My appearance could have been posing as students, the enjoyment of student tickets, a time slip of the tongue in the absence of student identity card before Weiweiququ to do a back to adult.
Tourist vehicles are a family and with the mouth of visitors in suits and ties, and our full range of outdoor equipment is simply outlandish clothes extremely drilling, and my heart can not help but barrier was intended. Zhuo Ma get off on foot, lorry, I have to hurry, tomorrow is the last day off, and even Tao soon as "goodbye", this parting, I would like the free and easy.
Every one attraction, tour guides a limited time, we rushed down to seize the terrain, Sao first get the waist, "Kacha" about certificates for this one trip, and to facilitate future Tan Xing, leaving them with no place to make the film, all simmering to Jiuzhaigou to spend like. I am tired of this way of tourism, just too lazy to get off, casually sitting in the car looking through the self-help manual but also travel more pleasant.
I regret extremely, Jiuzhai line is superfluous failure. Scenery alone is concerned, it is indeed beautiful, reed beach mood, exquisite pearl sea, Wu Huahai's bright ... ... but my colleagues, as well limelight, love to show off, that do not understand subtle beauty of this beautiful too flashy.
A ditch, four inquiries back to the car loose fan, no, then it has chartered a number of unconnected individuals together. Long time no less than asking price cut, but also stopped less than a ride, had jeopardized. To the Pine Fan and Lu-yu went straight to a restaurant in Changsha teachers - no meals a day in Jiuzhaigou. During the meeting, talk about their experiences traveling experience, quite a sense of knowing each other. Afterwards, the nasty-nice boss unceremoniously Chengdu is "sword", I thought bitterly Road: too heinous a! Almost lost the confidence of the city.
Back to the hotel, for fear of miss the 6:00 shuttle tomorrow morning, the room door lock was broken again haunted the people had to lie down fully clothed in bed all night, afraid to close my eyes.
D10 ninth day has finally climbed back to Chengdu on Wednesday, the car, I have been almost completely own body butter taste and nausea Suanxiu dead, sitting next to people who do not know what to think, pipe, he does, I have to go home. Think about the original intention of starting, as if to give a phase of missing to prevent colon added to give the next stage, the result is satisfactory, I do not mind.
