7:00 point of the third day of the next day early in the morning together, sleeping on the floor was almost frozen and the fourth eldest among the oldest found, which should belong to their youngest quilt is even the youngest mat in the warmth of their bed . Can Hu, and too inhumane a! ! ! ! (Due to lack of beds, the oldest and the fourth eldest among noble style with their own sleeping bags on the floor, but... Hey)
Out of the tent breathe a pure air of Kazakhstan that Sri Lanka, it was great, you can Xijin our chest in a city filled with polluted air. However, When we opened the misty eyes, it was found entire villages are enveloped in a thick fog where, although the mountain forests, cattle and sheep and Twa unique lodge where looming in the mist, there is a sense of living in the Xianjing But this kind of weather, how can we get a glimpse of the beautiful Hana, l. excitement heart sank, followed with the gloomy sky. No way, should it rain or mother to get married, pinning his hopes on such a moment can one finally parted and allowed several people showed their trouble walking to the station, ready to ride to watch the sunrise on the Guan Yu Taiwan. But when on the road, holding high the first Malaysian fellow asked if we is not riding uphill, the boss decided to lane up the hill with us, we have car, he was riding to the confluence of Guan Yu Taiwan. But the final outcome no one expected. When we first class cars in the mountains around a few laps, the fog grew weaker and weaker, and more and more bright days, the mountains of trees has revealed the original color of the. So we went to a hillside overlooking Looking back, wow! A vast expanse of whiteness throughout the valley, and we have stood on a fog, like the sea of clouds in the mountains like a watch. The distant light of the sun has been disclosed. From the hillside there are thousands of Station to Guan Yu Ting stairs to climb, and we struggled up a few red, hoping to arrive before one finally parted and allowed Guanyu Pavilion. Thousands of steps along the ridge-level extended upward, as if boundless. As some of the planks on the slippery ice in particular, the mountains are particularly biting wind, clothing, before it is too thin when we see disaster. When we finally arrived Guan Yu booths, it was found that the yellow vest of numerous long occupied the best position, set up good Changqiangduanpao. Due to the boss, etc., we have only to endure a four bone-chilling wind on the bare top of the hill turning in circles, finally found a bottom of Guan Yu Ting particularly good viewing location. We are spread out in turn lying on natural stone bench, the excitement will soon reveal the true face of the face of the Hana Sri Lanka. The strange thing is on the Peak of our mobile phones have a signal, but the LCD screen is always garbled, after the telephone call noise is particularly large, with her second child analysis is probably the devils in trouble in Russia.
The sun was out, Kazakhstan thick fog on the lake that Sri Lanka has been torn apart bit by bit, the beautiful lake, the two sides of gold Huang Shulin has been reluctant to disperse swing west to east drift of the fog, as well as the distant snow-capped mountains, blue sky. The other side of the ridge is also the scenery unlimited, distant snow-capped mountains, mountain forests, there is a gradual shift from afar draw out a few pieces of heavy fog over the other armies. Wow, unspeakable beauty of the time and our feelings of shock. We relaxed lying, watch the mist floating in the vapor and diverse change in the United States to Sri Lanka till the Hana. More than two hours passed, more and more visitors to the mountains, but our boss is not seen how the phone can not get through in any event. Left, we are only down by four, but we did not go by car from the same route down the mountain, but left a trail that no one to go, and this bold poorly for us a taste of Sri Lanka and Kazakhstan was the most beautiful part of the walk through In Manshan golden poplar forest, rocks Yi Cao, there are also changes in the lake scene in the United States and ah, mood was great, and we do not understand the way in their own language Jiliguala Kuang Hu and scream aloud, to express our emotion . At the foot of riding through the poplar forest, grassland, sheep, to Kandahar and that Sri Lanka lake pier, we found that visitors to choose this route because of too little, so there is no lake here for the ferry across the river had. Happy watching the crowd get on the other side of the lake in motorboats roaring, we only have exhausted body dragging down the river to the downstream about 10 years the only bridge crossing a walk. However, the scenery along the way did not allow our eyes to find opportunity for a break. When we finally returned to the residential land, but found to be missing more than 4 hours of the boss lying on the side of the sun tent. The few of us questioning, the boss just said to go get lost in thick fog, and turn a few laps did not find the way up the hill on the back. No matter how we pursue the matter, boss is just a smile instead of words. Can not, this is our journey of suspense of the two: oldest lake in Kazakhstan that the mysterious four-hour Sri Lanka were doing.
We watched a group of the station group's "Travel locusts" crazy influx, as well as to find accommodation but have to worry about, and we start the day early Yokiyoshi Buzhi Yu and these locusts hit crowded. As the departure time than we expected about two hours later, we arrived at Mo Guicheng plans to shoot a sunset in vain. After yet quick rush of hot pursuit of masters, we are at 11 pm that day had reached about 8 km away from the Mo Guicheng a small town. Check a small Villa, beds clean and reasonable.
7:00 off the fourth day we set off, the dark Mo Guicheng strangely shaped hills in the chilling, suddenly shot ahead of us to a few light beam, and we shouted in unison "ghost coming", but really scared himself was unbearable. Was originally two car headlights, they are a bunch of photography enthusiasts, from Sichuan, along the Silk Road, starting over, and I do not know the road after entering the Mogui Cheng, and only on the roadside waiting for. Shang teacher was Laomashitu, led the advance team arrived is said to be the best photography spots. A pedestrian start separately occupy all the mountain top, shelf camera waiting for the sun to happen. Reveal the slightest hint of sunshine, cloud the horizon slowly being infected with color, and then Mo Guicheng of the mountain is also changed from gray to golden yellow, red. Bloody strange shape, coupled with the glow of the horizon, excellent photography a good place to kill the crazy film, Shasha Sha! ! !
As we prepare to leave when it found that second child is gone, so look for a few Kuang Hu separately, but without any response. More than 20 minutes later, her second child to go leisurely Zai Zai to Akira returned, said he was just next to the ravine where cruise, but it is strange not heard our cries. The youngest, said to the second child may be fascinated by the devil. Why second child has not heard our cries become the suspense of this traveling ter.
On the way we see Karamay largest oil field, one an automatic drilling machine kept bow rise, it seems that is the black gold from the billions of years ago, calling them underground. In a small town is said to be the birthplace of Tai Panji street full of Taipan Ji shop, still under the leadership of the master, we went to the most authentic one (unfortunately I do not remember too much time and name to a), point to kill of a special fat cock FB once ha.
16:00 We are back to early in Urumqi, where he was staying Zhungeer hotels, 40 taels of silver, a bed. Along the way to listen to the tape is still the master, including a sing Urumqi have three great treasures, "cow dung manure Kei Kei grass, Uygur girl filling the streets", we are dreaming in Urumqi Uighur can see the beautiful girl, so collectively blind to the streets stroll, looking beautiful natural scenery, want to find some beautiful girl's figure. Unfortunately, Urumqi Khan, of too serious, dressed in Kazakh national costumes are the old lady. Since then Sri Lanka has not been enough Kazakhstan mutton addiction, so at night so-called "Pass of Xinjiang," her second child to take us to eat Little Sheep. Has been greatly corruption once.
At this point we are on the northern frontier on the 4th tour came to an end, the next will begin our tour on the 4th --- Turpan in southern Xinjiang, Tianshan Grand Canyon, the Tarim Desert, Bosten Lake, etc.
