Tibet Line Line Drawing
When you order an adult, to refuse to work and refused to socialize, to stay put in his room a daze, is childish, exaggerated and irresponsible. Each person to teach you, encourage you to re-washed and dressed, go out to the streets, smiling perfunctorily, saying that to say so, earn a few little money to be considered healthy. This year I decided to be a self-willed people, since the resignation in March, travel, Internet, reading, sleeping, dreaming, enjoying one's own seven-year-old school has been one of the most full-fledged vacation. Knew passed in October, after a fall, at last, or to work, then more and more treasure from this holiday season, the self-knowledge This is about my interest until the Labor Outreach, the only period of unbridled discretionary, nothing to worry time.
This holiday season, decided to give it a treble at the end, to Tibet.
Go to Tibet, all the city seems to have become slightly some money, skimming the book had several pages of people together in the mantra of the high-pitched cries. I hypocritically to avoid sound, but it is finally cried out. Tibet is not my holy places and dreams, but it really is an experience of the body, of the economy.
And he went to Tibet, they should be in the early autumn. Nearly 30 days of the trip, not to take advantage of my idleness has completed, and so in winter to find a new owner how to get air; and we are picking up your permit in the summer, he could be invited to marriage. To complete contempt for life too difficult, let us smile to respond better. In fact, I knew, but also grateful, not everyone can be so depends on school and ran away.
The following is a true diary every night.
September 12, 2003 officially began today, a trip.
Shanghai, Chengdu fly.
Which heroes online casual recommendation Zhijiao evening when we ran more than an hour, and asked numerous passers-by. This "wide alley" Chengdu young people rarely heard, and Zou Zouzou, my heart glad that the two packages baggage storage at the airport, or obtain other is the courage and strength continue.
Changshun took to the streets, the military three strokes (Gold River Hotel back door) the edge of the old alley is narrow.
That time had been 9:00, dark down, the old folders Lane Zhaizi deep. There are men and women at the door to move the street boasting a bamboo chair, or tea or playing cards, or eating grilled hot string, reveals a leisure and comfortable. Occasional access to foreigners.
Old Zhaizi have a good atmosphere, name, like "wide-Ju", "Ming Garden."
We live in Dragon Inn youth hostel facade and simple. A small garden in front of the magnificent view more, Phi baskets hanging vines, green shadow and lifeless, like a treasure sister's garden corner.
We shop for dinner in the alley, has 10 points, do not feel that night. 豆瓣Fish is a one Chiban of fat fish, delicate fragrant fresh; Raspberry tea, thirst-quenching solution of oil, two for Mapo tofu mixed with the rice, very cool.
Back to Inn wash stayed to sleep, to return to time a student dormitory.
Xu is excited, it feels very shallow sleep. The next day an early not to sleep, eat pears up look at the scenery.
Wandering, the original next door is the "sub-alleys" than "wide alley," some elements on both sides with blacked-out houses. Chengdu Wen-linked yard here.
September 13, 2003
In the late hour and a half later, he did to the Kunga airport, 100 km away from Lhasa. Sky Blue thoroughly, even the distant mountains are blue dye together, very level clouds, the sun shook in white-hot eyes.
All the way to Lhasa along the Brahmaputra speeding, over-time after a roadside Qushui Young leaves began to yellow, glittering like gold broken. Changjiang River and the mountains are big momentum.
Far from the mountains to see red and white building, I knew it was the Potala Palace, Lhasa, is up. Sensory complex, relieved, there is loss, but also touched, but also puzzled.
To the Beijing East Road, No. 8 Hachiro school hostels, living Tibetan standard room. Bed and cabinets crafted complex along the thin walls painted a pattern seems to be Buddhist Eight, all sand and brightly colored.
I very much like the Beijing East Road, roadside house, painted the color, architectural decoration Founder and complicated. Dahongpao Lama walked slightly up some, we have identified to another place.
September 14, 2003
At the beginning, headache, temples Zhang Tong, muscle aches, nasal cavity dry with bloodshot eyes, short, which is more of altitude sickness in the end there is no escape. Sleep until 17 o'clock we go a little more.
Then go to the Potala Palace. Naive solemn, grand and majestic enough, was more cordial to the past. History, religion and politics are the additional hours, visitors take pictures lyrical, Tibetans walk around the village, merchant traders goods, beggars beg, life here goes for the original and elsewhere.
Erection of scaffolding, about repair.
Today also met with the driver of our rented 4500 Tang song, side looks good. Peer couples a pair of Shenzhen.
September 15, 2003
Early in the morning to the Jokhang Temple, Temple of the piggy bank in front of thick kowtowing believers, there are old, five body cast to.
Visiting the street was bought some small things. Pretty much good, but the distance, red and green Jinbi, Shashi attractive. Thangka very expensive.
In the corner of the table and sat down on the second floor Majiami to see between the bustling crowd, drinking Tibetan tea, look at the words in front of the guests left. Beautiful place, are pretty much the same. Of food to eat curry here.
Tomorrow afternoon starting ascetic procurement of water, milk, rice pudding, instant noodles, apples, etc. a vehicle of food, drink and then visiting the Potala Palace, Jokhang Temple. Make a full of tourists, pick a photo handsome monk asked him to shoot the oldest of the transfer by the old lady. Is still to Majiemi, on the top floor terrace to drink tea, eat dinner, and the occasional chat with the travelers.
There reaction, walk a few steps the pain of heart, I can not sleep.
By: ray2002
