In transit on the
---- From Shanghai to Urumqi, one from Shanghai to Urumqi, our car would have no Baoji Expressway, and may instead we are thrilled to. Been a full day out, and monotonous uniform high-speed road and where the toll booths are the same only the immediate landscape, we no longer need to ride feeling. Santana will be blue and silver-gray Sail parked in Baoji, a high-speed road, companion has been a point of a table full of food plus a large watermelon, Shaanxi Province, more than the amount of food and the band cheap spicy, so all the way to eat Highway fast food we salivate. Zhou Zhou Xi'an, while chewing on the side of people doing Tai Panji finally sigh escaped the usual circle of work suits and ties cautious and suggested here starting today with the five men grow beards, and so the end of the line in Xinjiang, which is the beard has How much long harvest there, and we have quipped that he would like to Baiku also find reasons, but also at that time, accompanied by two cars slowly began to familiar with the eight personnel.
For the first time with the self-driving trip from Shanghai to Urumqi is 5,000 km long, in the Xiao Lu "Shanghai to Urumqi Express ---- Kana Si horseback tour" of the post where I first signed up, and then I Block ride is a journey already has 180,000 kilometers of the old Santana, even though owners of small Luluo out a lot of his past driving experience, full of self-confidence in speech, but I was for him Nie Bahan, until the Internet to find has 20 years of driving experience in Hangzhou Tong peers, I am back 55 liters This great package already begun in the early summer afternoon in the hot streets of Shanghai go into a retro blue SANTANA, but also when the line to Jiangsu Jiangdu Nanjing, starting with a confluence of small Sail began our long westbound.
As the high-speed, smooth the road was beyond imagination, all the way through Suzhou, Wuxi, Taizhou, Gaoyou, Xinyi, Xuzhou, Anhui, Henan, 0:00 or so into the next day at noon has arrived in Baoji, Shaanxi Province. "To Urumqi is simply impossible for five days." Xiaolu a proud hands on the wheel while on the phone with friends. Can be side by side, we experienced the hardships of the journey. Kaifeng, the first night of high-speed overnight service station, had already 1:30, and also refused to take a bed to sleep in the 30 yuan as long, the storm was collapsed down, less than 6:00 have been insomnia companion did not wake up after the continued on our way to eat breakfast on the. . . However, the excitement of travel and the road will soon be a smooth journey Lawton left the behind, especially after too also saw the famous Xi'an Qinling Mountains, although one end of the expressway see only a vague shadow of rugged mountains, However, the imagination of the majestic 3767 meters above sea level Taibaishan hiding in the shadows behind Mo Yang, was enough to bring high-speed exercise at the boring day of our delight.
2 from Baoji to Tianshui is not a high-speed, Tong Xiao Lu, replacing the drive, I sat behind the wheel as the deputy, "accompanied driving", so-called "accompanied driving" task is just to keep the driver let him chat with the spirit of lax Buzhi Yu Yan Yan Yu Shui. But that afternoon, I almost did not how to work the margins of the rear Xiaolu in doze off after another told us two stories about the desert's reasoning, brain and eye movements together sleepy pond where there is still time.
From Shaanxi into Gansu, eyes began to show high loess slope dry and desolate, the sun especially eye-catching, in the asphalt road of reflection and loess actually relieved against a number of dazzling. Our Santana Feng Jian in the slope of the bottom plate Watari a full afternoon, the Baoji-Chengdu railway line with our ambiguous on to follow a period of peacetime train inconspicuous cave drilled in the yellow dotted the slopes between the blink of an eye suddenly became photographs of a beautiful roadside Touchan white towel from time to time farmers and cows leisurely trip, some women and children rushed a heavy pack donkey, a number of scattered small town train station alone in unknown to guard the railway side, and observing the day after station staff to Night and desolate people as partners in awe of the dedication I can think of eighties movies simple romantic love story. . . . Accustomed to looking at the highway for us, the trip to this the most exciting one, except for the exercise of a large truck in front of the black exhaust emitted from outside, all was calm and serene and comfortably. In the hands of the roadside farmer's wife bought a 2 yuan a basket of peaches (cheaper too people speechless), to be catching up with Nanjing retro wash a new small Sail, they have been parked at the roadside waiting for us for some time.
Map view, be regarded as Gannan, Tianshui, a city, especially in the vicinity of the Maijishan known. Originally, Maijishan to play our way to a point before the trip have been carefully figured Guo Xiaolu, like Maijishan including Dunhuang, Jiayuguan Turpan, Hami and even can wait to come back to keep on playing first targeting Urumqi. But the fact that such a decision or made a mistake, on the road are too many uncertain factors, and no one can not guarantee that the itinerary can be followed in advance of your budget. We are not into the over-Dunhuang has become the biggest regret of this trip. However, this is another story.
In Tianshui a small hotel run out of dinner, came out but see the afterglow of the setting sun as it has been 7:30 prosperous years, the generous sun will still shine toward an unlimited extension of the road, both sides of the gray hills from time to time in the sunset in the transformation position, lure people to guess what they are like, cool breeze coming down from the window of Qingqi car holding the steering wheel can not help but sigh Tao Xiao Lu "ah, it's beautiful." . .
11-point multi-arrived in Lanzhou, you see the city lights could not tell the cordial feeling just wondering hotels in the tourist off-season will be full, residential hotels under the bridge is 1:30, though a little tired, but the feeling of the journey is so real.
Sanyuan Zhu Yiye city hotel that you can finally sleep good one Lanjue early, 6:30 or by relying on sleeping pills to fall asleep wake of Nanjing old Liu, and Xiao Lu Xing Zhong rubbing eyes were rankled that the long-distance driving for at least There should be a day two days, 8 hours of sleep guaranteed.
Pull curtains, from the 10 floor windows of hope, the not far from the city's mother river is a cross----- Yellow River, Yellow River turbid water color and I saw last year in the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River are somewhat similar, Sang Sang is not Interest eastward course, thousands of years, so complex, and the Yangtze River than it is a little more vigorous and bright, can not help but associate it with some soul-stirring songs and poems. The middle of the street riverside garden with every city, there's morning exercises for the elderly, is a hale and hearty impression of Hong Yingqiang of playing the old man, agile and powerful.
Finished 2 yuan a bowl of beef noodles on the very road, the scenery seen with yesterday's very different, and desolate Gobi little slopes and green, I almost suspect yesterday in the Gannan see is not real high loess slope of the , a popular Xintianyou more than 10 years ago, almost on the lips: "I lived in the high loess slope, slope winds from the scratch..." a real high loess slope is not so monotonous and desolate as Cang, there is no a little bit of greenery. Later, I saw in Xinjiang, the vast expanse of the Gobi and desert, are not the first time to see the high loess slope then the shock, it is a breathtaking sense of intake, desolation have people like tears.
Driving through Wuwei, 312 national highway road conditions like a good high-speed, Xiaolu unwittingly put the speed of 120 yards, combined with the distance cover hidden on both sides of the mountains and the Gobi Desert where there are cows and sheep have more attention, we feel exceptionally good, while and other small Sail of effort, down to the cars to the roadside camera, the outside temperature may be a bit unexpectedly low, covered with a moment of our summer will be frozen again went back to the car.
Shandan not far away from the town of Zhangye, and finally saw the big book, "Szechuan," "mutton hot pot" and other signs of roadside shops, followed by a small Sail Lane, Nanjing old Liu said he had been hungry to use walkie-talkie to open not move car. So stop eating, eight people will be soon wiped out five dishes, where the Yuba peppers doing really well, hot tears may still could not help but want to eat out.
Access to Gansu, northwest of poverty and desolation have been revealed beyond doubt, but way more common desert wilderness, such as no man's land, and stayed in Shandan really see the living conditions of local people still could not help but stunned surprise at China's gap between rich and poor, It seems imperative that the western development indeed.
The more west line, was a heavy accumulation of call of history has gradually replaced the laments of the land barren.
After returning from Xinjiang, I have a map when we went to the exercise pen sketched out the route and found that this strip of territory in Gansu's Hexi Corridor, even account for one-third of our entire trip. From Lanzhou to Xingxingxia, it is a common road, we spent nearly a day and a half.
That afternoon, I still act as a "accompany driving." Afternoon, 2:00 o'clock, the sun began to rise with impunity, we have a blue Santana leisurely exercise from the Shandan to Zhangye Jiuquan, Jiayuguan Youxiang marching on the road, on-street from time to time, and put melon watermelon to share the Guanong , there are hawkers selling red dates, was very lively. After the car had Jiuquan, followed by a small sail to remind us look at the left side of the mountain, in the gray-black desert at the end, stretching dozens of kilometers with a large mountain system, the sun, the clouds, the mountains change from time to time with various gestures, it is is enchanting, old willow with the intercom telling us that this is the famous clock in Qilian Mountain, elevation 5547 meters, followed by the map I also found its place, away from the road about as big as we exercise twenty or thirty kilometers.
Had to wear sunglasses block the sun sinister, too soon to the Qilian Mountains in Jiayuguan, there is still snow-capped mountains looming in the Sienna stands at the end of the Gobi, as well as the ancient Great Wall, the old tracks, the vicissitudes of history can not help a sense of rushing toward us. The car parked on the roadside, next to the Gobi Desert and the Pimpin crazy camera placed in various positions for the first time to see the excitement of desert scenery, let us temporarily forget the long journey tired. There are not far from the quietly lying on the ocher mountain crook of the arm inside the Yihong blue lake, it was pure blue, blue and very melancholy, very elegant blue, blue and too fascinated people can not own, in the dry desert of desolation to see that people can not help on the scene a while moving.
In the shop the road passing through yumenzhen meal, that shops have a good laugh listening to the name of ---- Xuan, no rice, lamb operation is the only store features a large bowl cake lamb Tonga 8 Nang is to prepare our dinner, at the strong request of companion and wife that she added two of our cucumbers. That mutton soup taste really good, delicious taste without smell of mutton, but the dry hard Nang cake on to boast of.
After dinner had been more than 9 points, and the sun was still shining there is no night that the temporary signs. Will be re-pot filled with water again the road, began to fantasy "The Yellow River is far on the clouds, the one isolate them Maninsan" vast imposing Unfortunately, there were willows and can not spring into the Jade Gate to listen to the complaining. Laxia the window plug-in into a moving landscape, street straight poplars rustling in the wind shake pull, and gradually also dark down, but I did not appreciate the long time on Yanyanyushui of (this is my visit I first met poplar, and later saw everywhere in Xinjiang, such as the soldiers guarding the road on both sides of upright like a poplar neat and shuttle them to catch a donkey wearing a long beard Uighur octagonal cap uncle, that scenario is even more deeply fixed grid in the of the mind).
1:10 p.m., at the end of the day tired and Britain Anxi the road, the desert places on the roadside restaurants, three human conditions of the poor to be expected.
4 to wake up in the northwest of the dawn, was advertised by our peers, "Minister of Finance" forest disappeared, so flurry, and then I could not stand his roommate's snore at night went to another room sound sleep, and Nature inevitably burst of goodwill ridiculed. . . Breakfast is a bowl of noodles is not oil and water, the boss wife dealt the cucumbers, we are also immersed in the topic of forest disappeared, the suddenly found each other's tongue have become green, Oh, here cucumbers can be really powerful, could there pigment dyeing it? So three companions in the pond's digital camera tongue and pretending to spit the green ghost photography. . . Later, two minutes to save the photo was deleted, but this is also easy to seamlessly with joy did not last long, finally arrived in Urumqi in the smooth familiar with the joy did not bring about a stronger friendship, on the contrary soon disintegrated .
Anzai's names in my memory and that is the first linked to the famous Tang Dynasty. Hongliu source on the road there is a less than a well-built trail, not far from that inside is a Dunhuang. My heart could not help but fascinating to follow up, on the map to find the "yumenguan site", "the former site of Yang Guan" and "Crescent Moon" and other monuments, experience the "Encouraging more into a glass of wine-jun, the West out of Yang Guan without cause people" heroic feelings, and my heart silently Road, to come back must go to visit.
One had received Xingxingxia Toll Station, Xinjiang Mobile sent a welcome message, and my heart could not help but burst of excited, ah, Xinjiang has finally arrived, hoping to for so long, fantasy was so deep in Xinjiang at the moment has finally into the possession of my heart, friends sent SMS jokes I became Xiyu Ren, let me at gas stations next to the sunshine actually no reason to give birth to a little inexplicable pride.
312 State Road, Section Xingxingxia to Hami is my section of the road trip to this beautiful scenery, is still Yimapingchuan the vast Gobi Desert in Gansu are becoming less of imposing ocher, black and the asphalt road winds like a snake dance in the hazy light of the earth , the sun baked the creation, the blue sky and white clouds overhead from us is so clear and so close, as if one could reach out touch the distant snow-capped mountains from time to time there is an unknown slowly walked, camels and cattle and sheep also have the car out of the window transform role. . . In retrospect, that feeling and I was Bank of Tarim Desert Highway, there is somewhat similar to a more heroic than the desert crossing.
Hami arrived at noon meal, the boss wife is a Zigong people (have to admire the viability of Sichuanese, but then I am isolated in the southern small towns and villages can be seen or business or working Sichuanese), may be married to Xinjiang of the bar, and her husband runs a small roadside restaurant, life flies are quite satisfied, especially since she burned carp taste really great.
Rest in a small store run out of meals, they see a few more than we have time for a big truck arrived one after another, as if iron empties Tuozhuo big truck steel lid that is seen when Lanzhou to Shandan may be the speed of release of goods too upset, felt like they are climbing like an old ox pulling can be a blink of an eye kung fu is not actually worse than we are, it must be the driver did not sleep a night. Anxi morning meal had come across a long-distance lorry driver, nibbling dry bread, he told us that year, two-thirds of the time line on the road, refused to take a drink for dinner, hungry, he would fill their stomachs on the roadside to buy a steamed bun It is trapped may not work on the steering wheel on the children nap. . . Could not help but to those who hurry to get somewhere awe of the lorry drivers, is not ah, all the way over to see a lot of signs reading "Wan" "Su" and even "Joan" in the license big trucks, they should be a walk for a week bar , both the verdant green of the South or the vast Gobi desert, never too busy to enjoy the scenery of them can do is to mechanically manipulate the steering wheel, the company of fatigue and loneliness. . . Then there are two riding a bike trip from Xi'an, the Japanese young man, came across them one after they are difficult Diego to Hamid from Xingxingxia 312 State Road, has been a full 21 days out, and close to 70 degrees surface temperature on the large bag riding Tuozhe What kind of courage and perseverance ah. . . Can only wish them silently in their hearts, and wished hard tired truck drivers, and I do not know what the reason for Japan's long-distance riding young man and our own wish, and now line the road had been friends, I wish you a safe journey home along smoothly!
Turpan Hami to change from driving by the pond, naturally, I sit behind the wheel to the deputy, and burn the midnight oil to make the Xiaolu rest, I have the third act as a "accompanied driving", but this incompetent, I praised Pimpin the game bent on breaking the record, until the pond forcibly ordered me to put down the game chat with him, saying that so as not to distract him want to sleep. I had to do so, and thus the days talking to the Flaming Mountains. The Huoyanshan photographed a few hastily-phase, heat waves will soon be back to our car, Huoyanshan really well-deserved reputation, and later listening to the local weather forecast said temperatures in the day Turpan beyond 40 degrees.
Into Xinjiang, beginning to see the neat roadside poplar tall and straight and dotted with donkey cart and dressed in turbans or Muslim women in peacekeeping, as well as beautiful mosques. Although not harvest fruit season, there are stacked hills of cantaloupe, and later in Urumqi on the streets, selling only a dollar a cantaloupe, so I wanted to come still envy. Last night away from the toll station in Turpan, about 100 meters of the roadside shops to eat the authentic Xinjiang Da Panji, a pedestrian sitting on the roadside sipping tea and watching sunset, dreaming about the destination, is the bustle of the most relaxing day time.
Turpan to Urumqi are highway, as Hangzhou to Shanghai as easily, the day we have been wandering into the sky dimming only the road, seems unwilling to believe that so much earlier than originally planned days to the destination.
Until now, I can still clearly remember the day 0:00 when the car into the Urumqi urban area in the heart, it is in the vast Gobi and desert at the end to see a brightly-lit modern city when the mood, excitement, pride, but also mixed with the joy of conquest. . .
Postscript from Xinjiang, has been back two months, life has reverted to past stereotypes and monotonous, then miss the feeling of the road. But the cursory experience and skimming over the surface of the feelings of everyone. Sometimes feel that tourism is a quite hard thing, you have to look at a lot of people have seen the landscape in order to communicate with them, but also have to look at something no one else saw the things they are not to parrot.
In the face of nature, I know that he is no right to deny that.
Of these, or happy or touched, or experienced loss record I do not know whether there is only accompanied by a friend have feelings. But we are also dispersed, and the third day of arrival in Urumqi, in the Tianshan Tianchi swim the night, in the 5,000 km-away from home. Zhou Zhou finally did not build up his beard was a symbol of rebellion; we do not like Xiao Lu finally the return trip as planned diversion of Dunhuang Jiayuguan way to experience the "Smoke in the desert" and the "long river sunset" tragic; travel on the road Pimpin Zeng proposed that the theme of the journey called "catch the sun" can be down-hill and the sun still hanging in the west, we are ahead of the escape. . . Online friendship had so fragile, we can be free of a night, then do not say a friend, you can also overnight became estranged.
Only occasionally, in a person's night, waves of memories will filter out dust and dregs secular, will I pull back to this summer, we strangers eight people, two very ordinary car, a walkie-talkie, 3 days and a half across the whole of China.
Author: sally8129
