Langmusi and rumors, as indeed is a very small village. However, some areas are engaged in construction, less imagination in the share of quiet. And is probably coincided with the peak season, which serves some tourists, mostly backpack. In fact, some of Xiahe more visitors, but there was a small place where it helps bring in more than.
And CHE in the temple entrance sat a long time, doing nothing, I was listening inside the little monks, chanting with the master. They are very young as he read the side wink, the master turned around to secretly whisper, his face innocent smile. Crisp sound, with melody, like singing the same nicely. Their little boots are off the floor at the door, East West, a pair of a pair of very naughty look.
The place is settled concentrated Langmusi Backpack guest houses, a lot of foreigners. Roommate had two to see battle lived here a long time. By contrast it seems we are accustomed to hastily rushed to a place, they hastily left, went to the next one place. Diagonally across from the residence of the Szechuan Restaurant taste very good, television voice of the ancient Tibetan stood domestic dramas, side of the Tibetans and the monks drinking tea, watching very carefully to express our comments did not understand. Lama said here is very leisurely afternoon tea has always come here and watch television. Junction where the small post office has a great photographic postcards, do not know is not sold out.
Night without incident, they came in what is called the old LESHA'S a small bar, want to taste the famous apple pie. Opened the door startled, a small one room, full of people. It is estimated that the village may be the only venue for an all-night bar. Shop is a local couple to open a pair of Tibetans, the middle-aged people, and a beautiful appearance, a tall, handsome, can not help but read two more. Wood and stone have been there, and drank a big bottle of beer naturally. No more than a moment, her colleagues, have come one by one, and simply moved to the outside. A red-haired foreign girl had brought with old old guitar, and everyone singing another bomb, in the Wei Leng of the night, and perhaps some of starlight.
Author: zure
