May 4 at noon, we reached the foot of tha cheen Kang-jen Pochin. Whether to turn mountains, we have not been finalized. However, as days of the rush and fatigue, I feel physically very tired, dinner at noon time, I propose not to turn mountains, and if they go, I can and Lee together in tha cheen other master. Did not think that my proposal has aroused a heated debate. Kobayashi determined to go to turn mountains, Xiaoyun insisted that turn to turn, or else do not change. Xiao Jun who do not declare. We are deadlocked and no results. Xiao-jun said to me: Kobayashi, Xiaoyun want to switch to mountain, he was indifferent. He suggested that I do compromise and come to pass big mani pile Department, he accompanied me to return, then, Xiaoyun not oppose it. I would like to travel 10 kilometers, which is not too far agreed.
Comments after the reunification, we have four things that go into the two bag, looking for two back-fu. Li Zang language teacher with two pairs of 1000 exhorted 10000 porter asked, so that they look after us. Many Tibetans Wai around us, a few just to switch back to the mainland mountain people who tell us some experience in everyone's treasure the sound of three in the afternoon we hit the road.
In order to reduce weight-bearing, and only Dai Lege Kobayashi and small Army kettle, each of us has made a few pieces of chocolate and an apple. A guide in front, one in the final, in the middle followed by Kobayashi, Xiaoyun, I and Xiao-Jun. Because we have already spent 10 days in the highlands, and we have no altitude sickness as early as the road is not difficult to walk. Soon come to pass Mani heap. A huge streamer dancing in the wind, dark clouds of the sky, so that the surrounding mountains is more solemn. A few more off-road car was parked in the wilderness near the Mani heap, some people are shooting. We have also come across the frontier-line crew of the. They see that we have to turn mountains, and some amazement and envy, very sincere blesses us. Although we are not devout Buddhists, but still mani prayer before the heap.
Mt few people, due to the cold weather, the river is frozen, and ice covered with thick snow. But the way the snow has completely melted. Always be able to see knock heads and other body length of Tibetans, no matter what kind of road conditions ahead, gravel, or snow and ice, they do not hesitate to crawl down, using their bodies to kiss the earth, to express the most sincere tribute to the Buddha. They do turn down, takes about 20 days. I have been saying that I do not know how to go back, but I would also like to see Xiao Jun rpm. Hesitation at the thought to want to go, we have reached the first camp. The time, only about 5 am, so we decided to rush the second camp.
Under a darkening sky, and on the road almost no change with our counterparts Yamahito, and Kobayashi, and Xiaoyun decided to move forward rushed to the accommodation. I am very tired, farther slow, Xiaojun stay behind to take care of me, finally pulling him in front of me move forward. When everything becomes dim when the field of vision I have is myself and the small Army trek.
When darkness fell, we have come to the second camp. This tent is very simple, like the same piece of cloth sacks忽忽a trace of wind, a door right and left sides is a brick base of Kang, 78 Tibetans have been covered with a quilt stayed to sleep. Middle of the aisle was only a narrow sideways through the body. Kobayashi, and Xiaoyun there are two back-fu, surrounded by a burning candle in the drink buttered tea. Ash stand in a bowl on the deduction on the ground. We are crammed together, drinking butter tea, I felt much warmer. Kobayashi eating tsampa and Tibetan loud talking and laughing, Xiaoyun went to another tent to try to discover the message. I sat silent, and Xiao-jun, very tired. I brought the bowl, watching the candlelight in the rising heat, hands were frozen Sheng Teng. Wind on the body, while wearing a down jacket, sweaters and Jackets, still not stop the chills. Tibetans sitting opposite me asked me in Chinese with blunt: You Come From? I told him Beijing. He looked at me, puzzled, said: It is the capital, ah, there is food and clothes, are you doing to this suffering? His words are touched me. I hears is silence.
Cold and sleepiness are the most pressing problems. Tent, only two do not see the color of the quilt. Left us with the land could only stayed to sleep three people. Other tents have been inhabited Mt of Tibetans. Kobayashi, let us sleep on the three, he and other Tibetan crammed sleep. We have a quilt pad at the bottom of another bed in our sleeping bags on the cover. Wearing all the clothes and got into the sleeping bag. Feet can not be straight, otherwise out of the tent. While wearing so much, although I have to resist the sleeping bag was minus 15 degrees goose down sleeping bag, still feel cold. Did not sleep long, was frozen woke up, the wind in their faces, like the same knife. Sleeping bags have been down to my chin, breathing out hot air has been sleeping bags on the end up with a layer of thin ice. Cold I can not sleep, from the tent cloth top cracks can see a bright moon. Fortunately, there is no snow tonight, tomorrow will be a good day. Does not want to know whether Xiaoyun and Xiao-Jun, fell asleep, and should also be very cold bar. I forced myself to sleep, so tomorrow will have the energy, time will ever faster.
Re-open its eyes, the sky is already bright. We have walked 22 kilometers, almost half of the distance, but the most difficult to go in today. We simply eat something, a good irrigation water, it set out. Did not take long, into a snowy field. Snow-capped, the sun shining bright. We, together with the large allocation of the Tibetans to go, they see that we are all very friendly and greeted us, and sometimes even active dragging our hands, with us to move forward; or at the back, so that we can save some physical . We are every hour on the sunscreen wipe it again 40 times, when sun is not dark, but sun injury. I Zhaixiamojing, dazzling snow light reflection into my eyes, stinging eyes, black eyes, nothing of sight. I quickly shut his eyes, wearing sunglasses, after a few minutes and found that visual acuity gradually recovered.
Some Tibetans roadside rest, they sat slopes different, 12 of the mani stone pile Lei Cheng, throughout the entire hillside. Still some blood on some of the stones. Worn-out clothes and hair are also scattered on the snow slope on. This is the turn on the mountain, the famous days of the hidden field. Mt of Tibetans here, she would leave him something, which is equivalent died once. You can wash away the sins of the body.
After a Tianzang Chang is the steepest of the third pole. Turn winding mountain beauty of the people into a team to the 5800 meters of Zhuo Mala Hill walked. Distance of people into black dots in the white snow on the exceptionally prominent. We take two steps have to take a rest, breathing is difficult. Tibetans believe that we have altitude sickness, a sympathetic look at us, strangers who come up with their own yak dry and rock sugar gestures that we should eat, that eating is not a headache. We are each other by the arm forward to finally boarded Zhuo Mala Peak stands a huge pile of Mani Yamaguchi, numerous colored streamer fly on the Peak of the wind. Deep blue sky, to make more white crystal snow-capped mountains. We leaned against the side of a break. Looked up the back with us husband and all the other Tibetan singing loudly pray, then prostrate on the ground. Even if we do not believe in Buddhism, when atmosphere of solemnity, but also so that we can not profane the sacred feel. How many Tibetans lifelong wish is to be able to come here to knock heads. Tibetan difficult living conditions, so that the Tibetans have the right desire to live their faith in the afterlife. They are kind, patient and put everything this life has been dedicated to their faith.
Down the road about a foot wide, due to snow and later formed a thin ice of my shoes are very slippery packed. One side is a steep Suidan Po. Porter see me walk on the road difficult to backpacks thrown on the ground, to back me, I pushed him and said: I want to find their own path. He told me thumbs. He was pulling me, and wanted me to follow him, hint, I stood on his feet. How can I have the heart to step on people's feet move forward in it. He foot the roadside, my foot rests on his inside, he was outside Dangzhuo me, we shall proceed step by step down the hill, and good in this section of track, not very long, about one or two kilometers. Go on, we have a very thirsty, but the water has all they do finish all. See the roadside snow white, we could not help or raise the snow stuffed into his mouth. Porter is also squatted beside us, to tell us: Do not eat, and stomach ache.
A very good rest of the way to go, we have been to go, climbed over a mountain, but also a mountain, wading through a river a river again. My legs have been mechanical, that is, Run! Run!, Mind a blank, that is, to move forward. Sun has been quick Xi Chen, and the road was still in the mountains surrounded by endless. We turned a mountain bend, the road is clear and spacious, and it found a rut and India. Should be far away from tha cheen, and we move forward faster. The sun was going to fall, and sunset to shake could not open our eyes and see everything in front of a blur. A long, long shadow pulled too old to vote in front of us, a shepherd and his sheep in front of us. We will have to tha cheen, my legs seemed to lose control, and non-stop to wrestling.
We finally see our Toyota cars, and Lee teacher in front of a restaurant waiting for us. To see us, welcoming us into hastily said: I have been in the intersection to wait for you, every time to see people come out, I asked them where are the four children then. I have even better, you have now put buttered tea are all good paint, fast-Drink. As we sat down, I feel whole body is extremely tired legs as the irrigation of lead and could lift no more. We drank a pot of butter tea almost everyone. Porter kissed the hands of each one of us, and we bid farewell to.
Author: rommo
