Course of my usual work of art in themselves, and there is no ambition, according to plan, Riding Alone for This time travel is not. However, to the temporary departure of the first two days, would have to be traveling together with my friends but for some reason to give up the long journey. I chose to walk alone.
At 10:00 on September 25 lone journey began, at the beginning of a very calm mind, it may be getting closer from the Shangri-La's sake, I began to excited! I ride way almost to madness, the hand had almost no release accelerator. Add my warm afternoon sun makes the car even before the mood to suffer the transmission belt Jianyang fracture, which could have been foreseen my lone problematical. I have spent nearly an hour only then strap for good (I will be a simple repair, unskilled), in order to reach their destinations as scheduled, I do not stop eating, just a little dry food to eat lightly the day arrived the night 11 points on the 500 km outside the city of Dujiangyan.
September 26, after the morning rush of getting up to eat a bowl of noodles started to hit the road. Fast car into a river valley is in the town through the lovely giant pandas in Wolong has not attract my interest, drove straight to the next Balang Shan. I was the first time to the elevation of 4,000 meters above my heart a little bit of altitude sickness, or fear for safety, I bought a 750ml foot of the mountain reserve of oxygen. The real test began, Ba Langshan altitude of 4523 meters, winding road, my horse this is a pedal-style 150cc motorcycle, mountain hypoxia led to lack of engine combustion, climbing speed of nearly 40 kilometers from normal down to less than 10 km. Few signs of human habitation on the plateau of the road, though it is fast at noon, but more than a dozen kilometers of road shrouded lonely and can only hear the roar of his motorcycle and car tape recorder lonely inside spread of the "Choose a strong" (the band in 1994, Compass old songs). Is fatal is that temperatures fell faster than the speed, the driver's seat on the irrepressible I began to shiver. Rain, wet snow hit my eyes with his hand after Rouyan feel special to sleep, "for the first time to reach the peak of 4523 meters above sea level, is not altitude sickness?" I asked myself. Line of about 10 meters was stopped cars to wipe the snow helmets, really good sleepiness. Is no longer different from the first line of the so-called struggle. I am hard to sustain, until 13:00 leisurely to climb the Ba Langshan Yakou. Can finally called on out of a long-winded.
Siguniangshan could see, and been fog shrouded mountain. Bad weather does not mean my feelings, and I'm glad that my little success. With Meng Meng rain, big bang in to the Danba.
September 27 days is also under a light rain, I entered a natural bonsai being referred to as the East Valley scenic area. There are beautiful Valley, said he took the road met a beauty, but the East Valley River Pang Graceful willow like a girl in general welcomed me. Among the rain and forth in the canyon, gloves, was again wet, and hands numb with cold. The shed in the road, I dried the gloves, but also drank a bowl of the most distinctive of Tibetan butter tea. Parting, the road in front of the Tibetans told me that the cat spine should pay attention to safety, there had been looting. Good-bye to good Tibetans, I started flying in the face of their own have never seen mountains grasslands, man-made hazards (robbery) early in off my back.
After eight along the way the United States, tower of public grasslands, xinduqiao, relaxed and happy to climb over 4,000 meters above sea level high-Wales mountains. On the road occasionally met kids from school to my non-stop wave, salute, I was very moved.
Yajiang the evening arrived at the county seat, in order to prevent flood water from the wet gloves, in the county bought a pair of rubber gloves, gloves, outside of sub-set of line, both warmth can also waterproof, I move for my complacent.
September 28 morning to continue to the west. Highland scenery were all displayed in front of us in the extension of the road but in hard. In this way three days have passed, and I rode Zheliang "single wheel drive off-road vehicles" It is incredible with light rain, snow, sun altitude of 4659 meters of the scissors crossing the mountain bend several of the snow-capped mountains.
Motorcycle enter the Litang county - the world's only an elevation of more than 5000 meters of the county. Residents of the town is like chasing their idols FANS general, had twisted me and my horse has the same beyond recognition after a one-star addiction. "In addition to on television seen such a car is the first time saw." "Wow! Where have you come." "Is it come from Chongqing." They talk with. Their arguments do not attract too much interest in my eyes always watching the distant snow-capped mountains. Tian-fang sunny, and the blue sky revealed itself, and clouds from the mountain top with a pleasant roll. Good-for-oil motor, like me, excited to run on the plateau, vertical snow-capped mountains ran. Foot snow-capped mountains, bathed in UV-rich sunlight, I pressed the shutter not stop, sheep, shepherds were all into me like a machine. Lying on the grass, the wind and mud to the folder with the fragrance of sheep manure, I spent an hour with time.
Set foot on the direction to go Inagi already 15:30, and out of Litang beginning is 12 kilometers asphalt road, the next is the first time I encountered the base of the farming Road.
I came to Haizi Shan, days gradually dimmed, in the muddy rough mountain roads I lone forward. Road is becoming difficult, chassis, shock rock sound pierced the quiet night the plateau, dual foot of the slurry in the cold, the snow kissing the hot face. Orange lights appeared in the distance, I am ready to this lodging house in the warm stone Meimeideshui a night. I arrived in the door, barking to me a while descend quickly, and good car does not turn off the engine while Meng sounded his horn while shouting the fled. That dog's physique is just like the bear must be a Tibetan mastiff, can survive Katrina, has been my great fortune. This in turn forced me to move forward in the dark and lone, and finally five kilometers away from sumdo, settled down in a road in the shed.
Shed in the thick of the twice-cooked pork with chopsticks Tibetan hospitality with the arrival of my distant, their enthusiasm not seen for years, especially the brother. To see them drinking home Jiangjin Laobaigan, not their clothes, I almost forgot I had to Kawanishi. Chat late into the night, for my horse's safety, they have stopped Fortunately, I had carried to the roadside motorcycle shed edge (7 meters away from the road, but also half a meter wide ditch). Looked at a narrow shed, I would like them to shed their own tent side, in their strong pull, I slept into the warm cashmere blanket.
September 29th I was awake Yi Gu choking smoke, they are stirring the pot of butter tea, and some come up with a sticky wooden bowls Huo DCB prepared breakfast. Wood burning in the wet and rain out of imidacloprid imidacloprid Baba played the symphony in the shed blah run out of breakfast. A group photo with them finished, I said farewell to a passionate shed. The three-way intersection at Mulberry heap, he saw two backpacks of tourists anxiously looking forward to the arrival of buses, I am smug: cycling is not the same, would like to stay away, like Ting Jiuting. To the pool of red grass, the sky is still shrouded by thick clouds, can not see a trace of blue sky. God is really fair to me a safe and Inagi, but do not give me good weather. Although there is no vibrant colors, but red grass, rounded boulders tower, Toyama still able to take me entry.
Daocheng down river to the town gas station, where strange is the only gas station and 93 # 0 # diesel fuel, while the 93 # gasoline per liter, 4.50 yuan higher than the other regions more than one. Mount drink to eat a high-priced oil (usually drink in the last 3 yuan a liter of 90 # gasoline), about noon, one o'clock, after driving out of town registration (to ensure the safety of motor vehicles) embarked on the road to Aden, 110 km . At this point there blue sky, white clouds showing a radial arc lines, Mount drank the sake of running up high-priced oil is particularly strong (40 km uphill per hour), along the river downstream terracotta down, and soon also to the Geneva Township. It took 120 CNY to buy tickets before they move on.
At this point the roads are rugged, full of mud and stones paved, the road is wet. Russia in the beginning of mountain climbing a left turn sharp corners, I fell three times a row. The first time was hasty turn, I did not step foot stability when slowing down the car to the left side down even further. Righting force, after a H-oil, toss to the left rear of the car right down even further. Similarly, in situ threw a third. This threw me anxious, when the road is very angry, and why not many shops some stones used to pave the way for mud, rain wet, sunny weather more than ash. Sitting on the roadside, the smoke of a cigarette is hard to have to move forward. Yao Jinya Once again, righting the car at heart, read "Hum do it Mehong Uta" (Tibetan Buddhism Guanyin Xinzhou, my godfather taught me), really useful, I would smooth the road. When Russia's first mountain climb, the sky it began to rain again, this time from drawing near Aden, and may be greater under the more rain. A roar, I thought it was the voice of thunder, Zhuanguo Wan look ahead, there is a deep cloud of snow-capped mountains, will not be the voice coming out of an avalanche bar! I continue to march forward, the roadside gravel on the slopes rolling down from time to time, and occasionally hit a motorcycle muffler on a bang bang sound from. I stare at the slopes at any time of falling stones, turned out as expected - Highway collapse, and a huge stone block my avenue. Faced with such a pile of stone cave, I am helpless. The car parked in a safe place, waiting for the arrival of bulldozers road. When I was with relish to enjoy the snow-capped mountains in the fog, the sound of the rumbling of bulldozers broke at this time was a quiet. After about an hour, and finally launched a one-meter wide road, which I can not wait to launch a motorcycle driving past, is too loose Pavement reasons, the rear wheels into the mud, no matter how the H-throttle, it will not move. Tibetans came to help repair the cart, before driving out of pit.
Yamashita finished, also to the reception center of Aden nature reserve. Stop the car well, carefully read the scenic area in front of maps, 80 liters of hiking back pack straight Chonggu Si. In the extreme excitement came Chonggu Si. At this point there is that the afterglow of the sun shining Xian Nairi the top, I stumbled to rushed halfway up the mountain, supporting good tripod began constantly pressed the shutter. Finally the sun disappeared into the clouds, my beating heart slowly calmed down. When I received the camera when we come to regret on this trip have not brought the discovery of modifier-modified mirror, this time gone.
Came Chonggu Si reception center, more than 20 large tents really interesting, both men and women, whether met all pass shop. What a pity, in Aden protected areas is strictly prohibited in private tents, a lot of tourists to this end confusion. In the narrow platform, watching the stars over the sky, looking forward to the arrival of good weather tomorrow. Have been fairly quiet Chong Gusi beginning to stir up young lady did not know where they come from yelling to want to go home, perhaps after a long trek and altitude sickness made her uncomfortable, it can be too busy movement of her partner. Reception Center staff for her a shot of glucose, the quiet down. In the dim of the lights, we have to drill into the sleeping bag, and unfamiliar road and off with the pillow and rest. I figured tomorrow's run-length.
September 30 opened his eyes dreamily, a thin girl had his backpack and walked out, this time approaching 5:00 am o'clock. I quickly got up, skilled wrapped bag packed with sleeping bags out. She just went to the groom inquired the way to the sea pearls, with my plan, as they wore Woliang headlights in the dark forests and shuttle. With my many years of experience in the field and in front of scenic map, pearl harbor in front of us. And she was a bit afraid of the wrong direction and waste of time and physical strength. In my insistence, a smooth sea to find the pearls. Pearl harbor little does not beautiful, like a tear falling Xian Nairi magnificent beads. Xian Nairi reflection in the sea pearl and Ma Nai heap of white hada echoes, seems bleak and mysterious and holy. Initial rise in the peak of the sun shining in the snow-capped mountains, mountainside blue smoke constantly Piaoqi repeatedly, rising to form clouds enveloped in Xian Nairi the top. 10:00 o'clock, one after another up the hill to the visitors broke the quiet sea pearls, clouds have not yet spread, and we had to go back. Back to the little girl in Guangdong Chonggu Si goodbye I walked straight to the Luorongniuchang enjoy Kamiyama Yang Maiyong and Xialuoduoji.
Walking horse manure covered with mud track, Dingdang Dingdang voice echoed in the mountains. Weather changes very fast when approaching Luorongniuchang rain. Yang Maiyong and among Xialuoduoji hiding in the clouds. , We will be under the sheltering cliff, when the rain stopped to go back, the ray of sunlight in the wet body. Gone to the distant clouds, Yang Maiyong and Xialuoduoji presented in front of me. At the same time you can see three snow-capped mountains, luck is really good, sincerely touched by my exclusive use of three mountain god.
Back to Aden village, I ride away when he heard of all this praise exaggerated and say tut-praise, which indeed I have some floating in the air. Tibetans have an intention to bid 10,000 yuan to buy a motorcycle to my left mark, which made me have a few minutes when the hero. Taking advantage of the afterglow of sunset, I was ten o'clock that night back in Inagi.
October 1 noisy took me from a dream to wake up and open the windows when I looked down, Inagi people are celebrating the birthday of the motherland, dressed in colorful costumes and a procession of local soldier buddies, who was basking in joy, while I fully intoxicated In the "real Shangri-La" in the magical beauty. According to plan, I have successfully completed the journey, you can backtrack returned. However, as beautiful towns and, Zhongdian, Lijiang in the front, to go or not go, for me, not a problem.
A second person can make a crazy decision to solve the problem it takes wisdom and courage. From the towns and start to Zhongdian, 200 kilometers of roads have neither gas stations and very few signs of human habitation, and my car's fuel tank is just the greatest mileage of 200 km or so, if the road to avoid some errors, I would be isolated and helpless to throw at an altitude of nearly 4000 m cold wilderness. At the same physical and mechanical limits of the struggle, the sober has gradually moved into.
In the towns and gas stations fill up at noon, we began my adventure - Riding Alone through the Shangri-La Gorge. When I line to the Snowy Mountains Yakou when a cute monkey across the road, stopping in my avoidance of the moment, monkey and I Simuxiangdui little guy's eyes full of panic. Deep monkeys themselves to disturb the quiet and sorry. Can be seen everywhere along the roadside mineral water bottles and small food bags, my heart was exacerbated conflicts. Tourism is really happy without disturb their own this will do that? I am numb to march forward, and when I realized that I did not change the fact that when a rainbow hanging in the air behind in my Shangri-La Canyon accompanied by rainbow forward, my eyes moist!
Yakou to a small snow-capped mountains, has been the evening, low clouds for me adding to the somewhat repressed. Night in a rural township grid咱hotel, met to come here on foot through the Shangri-La Valley's hometown, although chat was relatively happy, but when the monkey with my Simuxiangdui that moment made me a long time can not be forgotten.
October 2nd row just less than a kilometer, traffic congestion, a! A big truck's front wheels slipped a roadside ditch, knocking down a thick tree sized. Only in the cliffs on the left less than one meter distance for people to walk. I carefully squeezed from the edge of the cliff the past, happy with my choice.
After long and difficult journey to arrive a half-day morning Zhongdian, a look at gas gauge, just a pointer to the red line. However, the 15-day holiday has also been consumed by half. In order to schedule Fan Yu, the Meili Snow Mountain in Shangri-La County, Shuo Du Lake, Napa lake and so did not dare to go, and only on the road feel the magic and beauty.
Approaching the town of Tiger Leaping Gorge, met with three friends in Kunming, riding a motorcycle, and their destination is Daocheng. I have introduced the road after their respective hurry gone.
Night in town to eat a bowl of braised pig's trotters, two nights of rice, a bowl of yellow seedlings cabbage soup, checkout time is really low - 10 yuan. The same price, could only eat a late night Egg Fried Rice. Back to the hotel, pulled out a map carefully calculating the home line, calculate the mileage.
October 3 morning, I still find time to go sightseeing in the Tiger Leaping Gorge. In the rush to go to Lijiang ancient city on the way I fell, and injured his right foot swelling in the ankle. I reluctantly drove more than two minutes in the afternoon went to Old Town of Lijiang. Dragging my feet a foot injury a serious trouble for loitering in the Square Street. Get tired, they sat in a small river, Ba Jiaoshen immersion into the cold waters of the. Hungry, he would buy snacks Naxi Tim belly. Wait for the street people are dispersed, and that I would go back to the small courtyard leisurely.
October 4 finish a bowl of noodle and start a genuine back caught up with him. Although you can give a lift to the mysterious daughter of the country - Lugu Lake, but time is pressing and I have been cut, had no choice.
But at this time me and my horse have been extremely tired, just out of Yongsheng county, the little car a trance on the Lianren Dai fell in winding cliff road, 200 kg of pressure in the foot motor let me move no. Until half an hour through here in a bus saved the I was able to escape. Out of an accident on the road is still very driven. However, the past few days due to road construction and continuous rain, the mud pit half meters deep. Looking back once passed through the Shangri-La Gorge is also much better than nothing.
Panzhihua evening, when asked by a young woman and almost scared to stay at Mi Yixian's C Valley town, I found I just like the terracotta warriors and horses unearthed, shoes and mud like Century egg, like the car, the black has been a second layer of skin began to fall.
October 5 while into the 108 national highway, but road traffic was very poor rate of return in time to mention unpleasant. Together with the Yi's quite panic to enter the land, and my heart even more off the mark. Liziping in Shimian County's traffic congestion, and when I passed through the convoy two kilometers, after an eye-catching sign with the words "landslide danger!." The inquiries found it was not clear yesterday landslides. In desperation I have erected a tent on the roadside, eating 2 sausage on the bed.
October 6 Naoxing I was a pedestrian street, their native Tizhexingli and walked to the landslides in the mountains. Drivers on the road to light a fire to start the luncheon. However, one would have thought of acquired work, special anxious heart. Watched drivers leisurely look, in addition to waiting for, or wait. Stream side of the road, I put shoes and socks washed and dried hanging in the trees, lying on the lawn to pray the road open.
Afternoon, where the county government had come to inspect the cave site was informed that there is still blasting the mountains to blow up the cracks in the rocks, the earliest opening three days. 3 days, really waiting for three days on this. I pulled out a map to find a new line, drivers were also surrounded by round. I decided to return from Vietnam Western Bypass Yu, drivers and some advised me to wait a bit more secure in this, and some told me not to hurry the night, try not to ask for directions to prevent looting. I quickly drove to the Mianning County, Lugu Township rush.
22:00 o'clock went to Lugu Township, parking is preparing to stay at hotels when I found my hiking pack out. Down sleeping bags, winter clothes, tripod, etc. I have two months of total income gone. Are my main idea, in the gravel on the I did not move at 60 kilometers an hour, I am pain buttocks Tang also noted that there backpack. Homes to avoid financial disaster!
October 7th hurry I got up at dawn, and noon to prop up the more the West County is the town's path when I was blocked. Another cave, no such luck bar! Small size of landslides, open carts of the workers told me that by early tomorrow morning. Fortunately, at this time Heaven let me encounter a friend - Riding Alone for a lone person in Chengdu, and I different is that this illustrious company by riding a bicycle (even more important than my horse environmental protection), while the traveling time is already up to 10 years. Really always other able men.
Join us back to the more western town, I make a telephone call to the unit of account of the situation took a day off more.
He asked me to eat a full meal to drink the wine, take advantage of tipsy talk into the night.
October 8 he was ready for my breakfast, also gave me a towel to wash your face. At this moment I really think that God is fair, given the difficulties of the way, I also gave my kids the same as those who, like the Tibetans, and his honest, almost every day makes me feel warm.
We also hit the road, with modern equipment, I put him behind them. At this point the road is difficult to line down from the hills, deep-fried rock is very sharp, the tires punctured on the tragic,; newly built bridge could not before, must be half-meter deep river wading, if exhaust or engine water lead to disastrous consequences.
To Ebian county road was again blocked the avenue is a stone cave, I turned around and fled to the Hanyuan County, this road should at least 300 km long. At this time, I like a crazy horse, it will not be diverted to U-turn, a burst Mile.
Overload the car for 14 days but can not stand, and front and rear wheel bearings in a long time under high temperature operation and bumps have become badly worn gear oil began to leak. When darkness arrived Hanyuan County town after a simple repair of the motorcycle fled Ya. Night 11-point climbing over muddy mountain, this time emerging dazzling sky, lightning, the mountains are increasingly thick fog, with visibility of only two meters or so, can dim to see the white lines along the road. Followed by heavy rain came, and the biting wind forced me to stay there at the foot of the mountain hotel.
October 9 nap for a while, the rain stopped, and ate a hot steamed buns not on the set out. To the Rain City Yaan, traffic police are already to work. They stopped my motorcycle dirty scurry interrogated illustrates errand after the release of less than 500 meters, transmission belt break again. To this end I wasted more than an hour's time.
Jianyang dark when I arrived, when I start from Chongqing after this road, road conditions were good, I accelerated. 12-point night, is driving the motorcycle, headlights suddenly go out, and also panic in the face to evade the car, lights a flower in my eyes a two-handed a loose, straight and fell out of the sand lying on the roadside , the head is only 20 cm away from the pile of rocks. Out of a cold sweat, rub rub a sore spot, smoke a cigarette, I was riding the leading motorcycle has been distorted hurry the throw.
At 4:00 on October 10, the roar of motorcycle scratched Shapingba ciqikou the quiet old town. After 15 days, travel 4,200 kilometers, I finally returned to the point of departure.
Washed a bath, a change of clothes, ride a motorcycle muffler Doudiao went to work.
I feel quietly to my friend described the experience with friends, not with me sorry but a matter of course at the same time it with "magnificent feat" the word together. But I did not hesitate to reject the feat this title. In fact, this is a natural process.
Just starting in the first few days, especially in the Daya Ding, the plateau Xianchen I do not dye the more forward the sanctity of the more sober, but along the way I am every day to re-understand their own.
Journey to the West is not simply a tourist, at least I'm not so read. Imagination is not just exotic than the higher layer of the significance of tourism. That I am a person's performance art, is my own art. Higher than the layer of the significance of tourism, adventure riding a motorcycle all the way west, is looking for my hero complex, a balance of reality, (I can also Zijia) This is a kind of meaning and value of life quest. Civilian heroes such role is the role of classical Chinese, we need more mass following. Indeed, we need more mass following. Because it gives us unbearable mediocrity, but mediocrity might be a bit too much. Let us a lot of the time, and even face looked stiff stiff and expressionless. We should have a more abundant life.
Once again I want to go home had played a nine-to-5 office workers life, spare time is mostly used to take care of themselves ciqikou rural town bar opened gallery. But such a quiet life will not last too long because I have already decided the next target location is to the west - Tibet, Xinjiang, ... ...
