Farewell Canada Yina and sisters, we went along the road to continue moving north Kanas came 46 km away from the Kanas turned in to a fork in the road to the right path. Burqin come from the way is a good asphalt road, but the way here to the Kamoku Township is very bad, the beginning is a gravel dirt road, and then further walked the road covered with large and small pits, some of there are more than half of the wheel so deep. Bumpy dirt road in the jeep slowly crawling, rolling land in the car outside the stag flying, people in the car to swing involuntary. But the car out at the scenery has become increasingly the United States and Autumn are increasingly concentrated in the mountains a piece intersection with red, yellow, green trees. Through the valley where a small village, several cabins, the simple but very picturesque, a number of Kazakh women and children in accordance with the fence on the curiosity of our shooting, and friendly manner and we play the response call, but also come up with invited us to eat home-made cheese.
Finally the sun sets, we reached the Kamoku. Pay close attention to the last line before sunset twilight, first shot at the entrance to the village, then called the village home 'tourist home' hotel to settle down (beds 20 yuan / person), the boss put the whole five-room dedicated to us. Here, we recognize that the three were friends from Beijing and Guangdong, as well as a bike hikers from Shanghai Wei Chu, his bike traveled half of Xinjiang. Dinner, we drink together, chat, exchange travel information, of course, small Chu for us to talk about his adventure. The dead of night when we go out 'restaurant' cabin, looked up at the sky of stars and the moon twisted clean feel the autumn chill with the North, and then back to our own cabins.
On the 18th morning, we are out of the room, the quiet village is not the slightest of movements on the ground end up with white frost, backpack on the thermometer indicator plummeted to minus six degrees until it slowly to a halt. Came to the river, passed wooden bridge, climbed the slopes of the north to find the best location, here the government, as the whole condescending Kamoku Township. Look down from the hillside, above all, a large birch, birch forest is Hemu after the river, the river to flow Hehe, wooden bridge on the river lay quiet. River opposite the village, a characteristic of the cottage between the rich northern neatly scattered in the valleys of the plains, these huts is sized thick white birch tree trunks to build. We have a good tripod and camera frame, while the soldier's pancake Nie, while waiting for the moment the sun shines into the valley. Finally the sun climbed the opposite hill, the sun floating down the valley, everywhere, put a piece of birch leaves, dyed golden yellow, put a wooden cabins outlined bright lines. At this point, a blossoming smoke rising from the wooden roof, groups of cattle and sheep along a path onto the hillside to form a beautiful and deep the North with the mood of the painting, animal husbandry and rural.
The birch forest side of the river the ground is covered with yellow leaves; stream reflected upside the birch gold clothing, Yi Gu flowing like molten gold. The children playing in the river, Dallas was about to cross the bridge and saw three strangers standing on the bridge carrying long weapons are aim at themselves, did not dare to hesitate a forward left.
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