Back luggage, alone the road, no traces horizon, you are not also do this kind of dreams? Whenever I read an article on travel, always feel that itch back, as if the president a pair of wings.
But in reality not the same as the total. Although only ten days, if not asked all my friends still can not find companions, if not I have given up in Xinjiang, Ningxia, I still have the courage of a person Sheung Road. Cheat parents are with the tour, promising to call报平安every day, they reluctantly nodded, and at times can not believe that they have had more than 20 years of age. A friend joked that, do not talk to strangers. I replied that I had said nothing, because everyone is a stranger呀. When will tickets are catching up with civil aviation inspection, not all areas are open ticket discount. Toss a pass before leaving the first day finally got a ticket, or much more expensive than the budget.
After the journey is like boats sailing downstream, as if well-meaning strangers have I met, let me forget all the taboo single trip. In Shanghai, has been clouded in those two weeks, I felt painted with sunscreen, sunshine in Yunnan reluctant to leave. And unfamiliar people I meet, respectively, also met separately.
Back to Shanghai, days have been raining. I thought after the holiday, people will be the spirit of a hundred times, but found himself doing all can not feel dejected, feeling like a dream, Hunhundundun's.
And friends to talk in messy journey story. Continuously depends on Ctrip on the Yunnan-line posts, himself running account in addition to travel outside the he could not write a word. Every day before going to bed, dream, woke up happy on the road segments will be remembered, laughed again a little melancholy.
Dry skin smooth again after a week, while the syndrome does not rule in Yunnan and more of.
Why does everything want to go to tourism? Because the world is enormous, because life is very short, or because it lives elsewhere? Sometimes I think, will really have wings on my back.
Lugu Lake, there are no lights to go out after the discovery, seven more around the dark and the. Strong winds, blown human ear pain. My heart pulled out playing drums, and two Mosuo people, but an appointment to look at them. Thought for a minute, or along the lake away.
The moon rose up, as far as there is water on the ground, like a mirror-like reflection. Lake, "Wow, Wow," the impact of shoreline. Out of the village fell into the water on the road even more resentful of. I am deeply shallow kick kick exploration, face was wooden in the wind. Walking for half an hour, and finally saw the fire. There are six or seven people around the campfire, one of which stood up waving at me said, Come on Kaohuo, nipped the bar. I sat down and baked 10 minutes, then answered a bunch of where to go from where the problem came only through fire and found my friend looking for is not in this group of people inside.
Stand up and continue to move forward, finally found their tent - actually just a plastic sheeting do shed. They are put lake fishing nets, if you are lucky, the next day can be picked up a silver fish net. Grilled whitebait is very fragrant in the afternoon is also in this lake, they asked me to dinner, baked potato and silver fish, I eat a lot.
We picked up some branches in the lake, lit bonfire. I said a little afraid of the evening came true. They say it does not matter where the girls the most secure, because it is the daughter of the country Well. I bought the Hongtashan smoking, they say usually such a good smoke only in the presence of someone else's face was drawn, and now no one else is really a waste.
While roast fire, wind lake at night is still a bit biting. Then one of them a smoke, drink a wine made of maize. Sing a song it, they said. Round of the singing it, I said. In fact, the afternoon of boating when I already have all remember the words of the songs are sung all over the. I sang again, "Olive Tree." That two-year-old's Mosuo people suddenly said, really happy ah.
When his turn came, he sang his "working song." I do not know the name of that song, only remember one lyrics, "no good clothes to wear, no good tobacco smoke." That day I heard him sing five or six times, he said that this song is the best child to express his feelings. He also said he is now the biggest goal is to make a fortune. I say money is not the end of the bargain. Another year on the larger point echoed Mosuo people say, Well, Well yes.
They gave me the afternoon planning a three-hour boat, originally said the money to the 20, but on the shore, they say, that since we are friends, and how can income for your money?
Our noise has attracted the two next to the tent to join. Branches burned very quickly, in order to let the fire go out, can burn everything around all burned. Finally, they even took a shallow basket, apart thrown into the fire. That shallow basket may be a bit damp, and burn up smoky, Xunde I brush the tears stream down.
I said, the first Mosuo people sing song. So they sing in unison, "came that friend, Madami." I vaguely remember the day before the drowning the village bonfire evening listened to this song. They asked me would sing "love songs Lugu Lake." I say heard, but will not. So we duet "15 of the moon."
I sing I can think of all the songs. They taught me Mosuo, I teach them to speak English, but also talk about how Shanghai is like. The moon rose slowly from the east transit, light pole, and lit a glistening surface. Bonfire gradually extinguished, leaving only a little more than flame. I surreptitiously looked at the two tables, and then say I want to go back. To send you, they said.
Back on the road, that two year-old Mosuo people ask friends how to say in English? I say friend. Then you when we're friends Well? He asked.
Sleep in the warm quilt, I think the plastic tents that they were unable to stop the lake winds.
The next morning, I was traveling back to Lijiang. Put the driver disc folk tape, inside I can not sing the "Lugu Lake Love Song", as well as that song "come to is the friend." Vehicles in the winding mountain road, circling, "Madami" and singing has been repeatedly. Do not smoke a little, my tears are shed along the cheeks to Saibian.
Tiger Leaping Gorge to see the hotel brand midway when the sun was setting and completely. Seven hours of mountain walking, my feet does not appear to own. Encountered on the road a few foreigners have been first for half an hour, in the view of the best days of the stage, eating and drinking.
My companion is from Nanning and Guangzhou, a man and a woman. Remember the name too much trouble, we have each other in Shanghai, Guangxi and Guangzhou title. I have contacted and Guangxi on the Internet, an appointment with the foot Tiger Leaping Gorge. Guangxi also pulled in the youth hostels in Guangzhou, they formed a temporary "Three Musketeers."
A la carte, I pleaded with him to eat soil chicken pot, and Guangzhou, Guangxi, insisted not "corruption", the result was his victory. We have a candlelight (mountains, power outage) to three vegetables and a washbasin rice swept away. Then go to Guangxi, said the famous line of "best in the world toilet" to visit. A while back, asked him how the landscape, he said that America had turned out he forgot to do in the. Midway hotel built in the cliff edge of the toilet, like a balcony, opposite the row of the Yulong Snow Mountain is a mountain in the evening, there Haoyue and Stars keep company.
And the bilingual menu, like everything here is simple but, they are all according to the requirements of the West. The boss said that prior to 2000 not received the Chinese people, he was completely self-learning English and communicating with foreigners is also without a hitch. That night, in addition to our three, the other guests are all about a dozen foreigners. Foreigners like taking a bath, so that more than 2000 meters of the mountain even have hot water for showers. Although only a small finger of water so rough, or near-luxury.
Guangxi, one night, and brothel owners in the chat. Guangzhou stand the cold,躲在房间里roasted brazier, reading a novel. I would like to look at the rooftop of the Yulong Snow Mountain on the moon is shining appearance, but only the brown mountains around the shadow, the moon has not yet rise up. I listened to the Guangxi mp3, is Faye Wong's song, her voice has always been casual is going up, so that only the scattered stars of the sky even more loneliness.
Guangxi back room, and I had to lie down in Guangzhou. He rushed to the crying, the moon rose up, and a beautiful sight. I forgot his wearing a Mianmao Ku, jumped up and ran downstairs. Wooden staircase issue "creak Ya Ya," the voice of the dining room alerted the cat, "meow" and soon as he went between the legs from my yard.
Back to the room, Guangxi next day to get up early, I and Guangzhou in unison to protest. Mutual questioned about snoring and warned not to sleepwalking in Guangxi, the first one next to the pillow to sleep.
Dali, the head lying on rocks before the waterfall, a piece of cloud overhead of passing fast. Light has been dark valley, and not suitable for picture taking of the. My companion said that I delay too long in front. I said I did take pictures, so take a look at cloud is not bad. The sky is sunny, the wind like a naughty child, taken the trouble to tear up the clouds, until the white slowly into the blue of years.
My companion was a rush coach. His carriage ride, when I said we should climb Cangshan, he said Cangshan came up two days just caught two robbery, a person safe. I do not have the money, I said. 20 you give it, I'll give you a tour guide, he said. Then he was up for me to plan to buy five dollars a pound cakes and mineral water can be, and the water will not have lines, spring also drink, cable cars are expensive, we can climb up to the ...
Tiger Leaping Gorge, just passed two days ago, I was sure to do the tramway. However, their poor-mouth the first place, had no alternative but to follow his mountain climbing.
I thought the robbery just to talk about her surprise, he picked one up the hill on a rough tree trunk, carrying, said being prepared. Results robbers did not come across, to the occasional head-on encounter other tourists, I met him, all the colors are cheeky frightened. Although the mountains are covered with a sign of fireworks is strictly prohibited, he had been smoking. But always be careful with the stones to cigarette exterminate. Otherwise be in jail, he said.
He took me to a dilapidated mosque, a towering rock in the top. The walls of a mosque filled with all sorts of "this one tour." He said he had a child carved. I said, What's your name, and we look for to see. Perhaps too long, we did not look for a long time.
Posted along the cliff walk down the steps, there is a cave you can squeeze three or four individuals. Sitting in Cave, the foot is covered with pine trees of the valley. He said that he and a friend each time to climb Cangshan will come here. We are whispery sound of the pine forest at the foot, the same sub-Follie stream, far from the dip in the sun inside the Mu Dali, more distant blue Erhai, Gyejoksan, Dongshan, Erhai Lake over the long cloud. It feels like flying, he said.
9:00 am start climbing, because I always stop-go, to the waterfall was already 16 o'clock more. That waterfall has a pleasant name, called the seven fairy pool. He said the child had fallen into the water falls below, the good news is the summer, swim up, you use branches lug clothes, walking naked, until foot of the mountain of clothes drying.
We are on the stone stairs picking up a tourist falling sausage. Have not been touched, he said. I smiled to think that if I am one person, will not pick up the. I lay a stone on the eating of bread, he we drink mineral water bottles filled with an empty landscape, and another bottle of mineral water bottle which is more than clear.
Way down the mountain covered with pine needles, just like the same slide. He wore shoes, threw a two-day ankle had to put shoes in their hands and walk barefoot. I asked him why he did not wear sneakers to climb. He said that I did not expect such a crawl, thinking that you can spend an hour or two to kill me, and go back to business, Who knows to play for a day.
We are like two snails, crawling for an hour, still halfway up the mountain. The sun was setting and the sky growing dark. Yunfu a large group in mid-air, half in sunshine, half immersed in shadow, like color of chocolate ice cream. I am tired and hungry, but the bread eaten earlier. Now he just picked out the ham handed it to me.
Communism, sausage, he did not know his horse spent a day at junctions, will not be freezing cold, and perhaps have to give it back to eat traditional Chinese medicine.
We finally returned to the ancient city, it is already half-past seven. For three consecutive days over the mountains, I have scattered throughout the skeleton faster. Passing through souvenir shop, I went and bought a package "Hongtashan."
In the hotel door, he gave me my backpack. 20 yuan I gave him money and cigarettes. He was a bit surprised, while hiding the side that the smoke would not be needed, either, or, to take you ten dollars. Pushing and shoving when the car headlights for driving a sharp scoured from us. We are scrambling to stop by the roadside. Car gone, I found that I had successfully put things stuffed in his hands. I wish you a pleasant journey, he said, and then along the dark lane to the junction go.
A minute later, I collapsed like a sack, like in a hotel bed, motionless. I thought his horse did not know a cold or not the thought of forgetting to ask his address, his photo can not be sent him.
Author: morpha
