The tenth day of the morning, packed his luggage, set foot on to Zhongdian cars. Sitting in the car the last row, all the way, such as clouds. Zouliaohenjiu car in the mountains, when the eyes become accustomed to everywhere verdant, the vision suddenly open up, piecemeal glimpse out the window while speeding over the Tibetan chant tower; A moment later, looms on the horizon played a sparse architecture; then drove in. Even the cowboy stores has also been, in this small town just developed.
We follow the established arrangements only to find a local restaurant a 2 star hotel the people (if you do not know, ask the locals, where it is well-known), the standard room 25 yuan / person.
Because of Zhongdian high altitude, so a lot of things to a boiling 80 degrees will no longer unfamiliar, and we first lunch in Zhongdian is a small shop opposite the bus station of this half-baked noodle soup. Originally Zhongdian is our heart is a fascinating place because it is from Tibet, only 22-hour drive, the locals have a more than half of all Tibetans, although they have installed more than wearing a Han Dynasty. We had wanted to spend more days in Zhongdian, because we eat can be a rather bad taste, along with the whole city is sparsely populated, the streets dust, and even a bowl of decent Ersi have done neither fish nor fowl, so when we, like the completion of task Side went to the ira grasslands and Songzanlinsi, the immediate decision, the next day back to Dali.
It so happened, each of us to a place must go to your local post office to buy a postcard sent a letter to family and other friends (until I got home, I sent a postcard from Banna not send it). That is, when we sat writing postcards, post office, when a Tibetan guy came to us for him to write addresses, because he would listen to say, but can not write Chinese. Friend quite arbitrary agreed, wrote his name: Dawa (Tibetan "Moon" in Italian), all of a sudden heart startled, because when we came back from the ira grasslands, because such a long time have not seen cars to (where The bus is the case, Iraq is a road car grassland the last stop may be because not many people go, so that not every train will be transferred to the prairie ring the door stops, but we have come in the next retro car turned a lap again to meet us before), we highwaymen intercepted a private car and left. We asked the owner what fun people Zhongdian, he said, if later, the baishuitai has also repaired the road, and a newly opened attraction is also able to go, and now Well, there is only one place called style park okay. And customs, is also the Tibetan style. Garden master called Dawa. You know, this way, the Dawa driving a car (the car asked about the security situation in Zhongdian, 18:00 Dawa said that ideally this will not be alone walking in the streets because there were, after all, is still relatively wild, I hope you This time the situation will go better, at least not nothing but confused sounded industrial manufacturing dust of) sent us his style garden to play. Previously, he also returned Songzanlinsi we opened, because we have been in the car did not regret the small shop knives Teramae buy it back. Those knives really cheap, I bought a very pp, and his asking price to just 10 yuan, I have not the nerve damage also. I also bought a few students to bloody water transport of the daggers, but I think that weight too light, but stiff style, there is no echocardiography.
Tibetan hospitality in that night I almost can not afford. A door is a cup of 60-degree barley; sit down, after three cups full of drink, and as long as one can see your glass is empty, someone filled up, gosh, enough to choke, but finally drink the authentic buttered tea, but also sweet and salty. That night, we dance with the Tibetan Tibetan dance, ah diet to lose weight.
Back on board, Dawa said that either we set a return ticket, he can take us playing it for 10 days then.
Author: petshopgal
