Third, look for Qinghai Lake sunlight woke me from sleep, looked at his watch, seven o'clock, Cai Shui for more than six hours, went back to sleep, may be the flavor of the quilt has tenaciously harassed my sleep, had not willing to climb up, back the room, out of the hotel, the streets but there is no shadow, but do not see selling rice. I rolled maps, along the 315 national highway about 40 kilometers can go to Jier Meng, there seems to close from the Qinghai Lake, thinking that a cis-car ride on the road is not on the list. So I proceed westward along State Highway 315 a.
Stepped out of the town are found in hill and dale rape, yellow one in the county are more Gangcha cottage, together with a few smoke, looking down is also a tranquil rural scene. I certainly would not miss such a landscape, cis-ray backlighting of the film more than a dozen Zhang. Side shot while walking, but the total never see a car passing by This note at the foot of National Road turned out to be gravel, as if mixed with some asphalt. God, on this standard can also be called the National Road, then a small town south of the wide concrete repair their own way can be called the Inter-Continental Avenue is not it?
Vehicles finally opened the old Beijing Jeep over, which seems to plug the 6-7 individuals, would not have stretched a hand. Looking back, unconsciously, had left the town for some distance. Hero does not turn back, Moreover, there is such a beautiful street rape sea. So, I pay attention to give a lift car side while walking forward.
Walked about an hour, his stomach began to sing the empty city, This recall last night, no dinner. At this time, finally came an empty, Mitsubishi vehicles. I probably hard to see Chairman Mao's old, so I also set to open ocean dirty. Waved his hand, then turned car stopped, officers roll down the driver window and asked if I going? Very far, took me to town in front of the line, and the first fill their stomachs. Well - these words is not that officer to say - ah, call is heard, and that the car had to fly in general drove off. Chairman Mao appears to be too close too the way I first went to work even harder to take care of comrades went.
Eat chocolate point and move on. Approximately half an hour and went to the four tractors, two open, another two planes in front of the car. See I asked ride, the driver uncle did not hesitate to catch me, now I understand, the elderly will not let me sit in military vehicles, had prepared me a better convertible.
National Road in dilapidated tractor bumps ahead, I have noticed the train schedule and found that the next stop called Gangcha topaz, Gangcha station 16 km away from the three in the afternoon bell has trips to Golmud car. Calculating a moment to spend two hours walk from the station, 315 national highway, just look at Qinghai Lake, where another train is not bad. Then asked the driver to stop at the nearest intersection from the station, under the bus. Along an approximately 3-meter-wide tractor-plowing Road, walk for half an hour to see a tent, in the past it is a question of beekeeping, Zhejiang, specialized households, where Fang Feng. With the Department, East China, villagers here are also considered a half. That I have not eaten breakfast, the owner told me that there are warm green bean porridge, whether it is necessary. Certainly a good thing, could wish for, I am blunt, ate two large bowls, but also in the cup and dipping a bottle of honey to continue my journey.
13:00, I finally came to the Topaz station. Standing on a railway station on the edge, I finally for the first time saw the Qinghai Lake.
Qinghai Lake quietly lying on the distance, nearby is a large expanse of the unknown weeds, white, blue, and purple are orange, far from the mountains, blue sky and white clouds. The behind only large pieces of yellow rape.
Is a strong desire to rush to my mind, I would like to personally go to touch the waters of Lake Qinghai. But walk past the next trip is likely too late to catch the train to the station an employee inquiries. Station workers quite enthusiastic, telling me that you can take the motorcycle in the past, but to pay some money, how many? 50 yuan. Though a bit expensive, but the Qinghai Lake is one of my two goals, how can we go into the mountain of empty-handed, so straightforward agreed.
By a young man riding a motorcycle out of things, and a while to come back. Taking advantage of the empty and others, visited the trip dispatch room (usually not allowed to enter the station, but the oh), and the station employees chat on the day. Such a small station, only 4 times a day bus passes up and down off less than 100 people, as many as 400 workers. When the road to safety of the railway station are generally about 10 kilometers away from the town. I do not know can ride on this railway was not my luck, but this is definitely the era of railway tragedy.
Finally, I take on the motorcycle, a small road in the grass between the Flying Spur. My car was parked about 30 meters away from the lake where I went to the lake one person alone. Only around the lake at the foot tapping sounds, the real blue sky and white clouds, green mountain and water. Looked back, weeds, cauliflower, low mountains and sky blue four levels form the Orange, in the mountains above clouds dotted Jiduo.
When I want to personally won the lake, to taste the taste of salt lake, they were seen lying near a lake where the birds have been rotten. Let us now look not seen one alive, surrounded by birds, the lake has not seen traces of fish, a deadly silence. My heart could not help a heavy up, hastily took a few pictures, then left the lake.
Back to the station soon, the train will arrive. Back luggage, and continued my westbound trip.
Author: dxj2
