Altay, Urumqi, Turpan - the final trip
Bid farewell to Burqin, bid farewell to the peer companions for three days, I went to Altai on the road. 22:00 more, the sun is still wandering the edge of mountains, suddenly wanted to see the Northern Lights brilliant colors, and perhaps one day will really go, back luggage, Zaiqu realize a dream.
11:00 Altay more to find somewhere to live and have been hungry Buxing Le, but fortunately, still bustling night markets, while eating side to Doris, Zhang teacher called报平安, fully understand the benefits of modern science and technology. : p
Back to the hotel, so many days since the first serious look at herself in the mirror, my Maya, black like coal briquettes eyes with sand, Oh, do not wipe clean glasses. This is how back could see people, ah! I cried ... ...
Calculate its departure from Beijing to this day there are more than 20 days, and lying in bed, looking back to the road is every day, a colorful picture of rate clearly surfaced in front of me, memories filled faster. I think it is in the back, and then a long journey is also the end of the, ah, be prepared to wait for the next departure. I have decided not to Fuyun, and went straight to Urumqi.
The morning, go birch forest park looked, in fact, that is, about the meaning, but there is still pretty quiet, leisure holidays to consumers is also okay. Back to the city, feeling quite depressed Altay is a place where the streets are no people. At noon to eat a small Guanzi Li pilaf, a surprisingly tasty, the boss is a fifty or sixty-year-old uncle, fat, and he said that they had Kaifan Guan in Beijing, Xinjiang village demolished, he would come back. I am sorry again and again, Beijing does not know where can also find a very authentic meal in Xinjiang.
18:00 more, shuttle to leave the Altay to Urumqi go through. Left the Altai Mountains, the window began a desolate, the path is gurban Tongut the east. Dangling night, I sleep tightly, and hey, my mother always said I was an pigs, we know that eating and sleeping.
More than six in the morning to see the shadow of Urumqi, and I was really shocked, really did not expect such a big Urumqi, such a large scale, regardless of the momentum is still building, are far better than I have been to many of the capital city . Such a place to put the Silk Road, the really do not give Let's shame. However, thieves have heard here are many remember wary! ! !
It is the morning, you can catch the bus to the Heavenly Lake, immediately to find hotels. Shining on-line down to the Raiders, to several backpacker hostels called to ask, I ft, from time to time by some people that there is no bed rental (hotel front desk has to say), some simply dismantled, and season, ah, Who is who was slaughtered. Easily find a place to spend the night at it, anyway, tomorrow, to Turpan.
Hongshan Park, sat at the side of the car a day trip to the Tien Chi, no enthusiasm, and scenery looked a slip enough, here too hypocritical affectation, Mist who met Taiwanese temple was almost on the burning incense.
Five-point multi-returned, and go to the bank to take money to buy a ticket to go home, Hey, how can not get it? Bank staff turned over the eyes, looked at the clock, said the work, and hear me puzzled. Look at my dull, MM added sentence: "5:30, and Beijing's banks work, and network is all blocked up." I would have such a thing! Ganqing bank's servers to the point work ah! Or first went to the station to see then. Bad! Just in time for back to school, vote no! No matter, and anyway, no money now, up tomorrow.
Went out erdaoqiao, Jiuyang daimyo ah. There are many people a little babble of. Erdaoqiao Bazaar The Grand Bazaar, compared with the Kashgar is a far cry from, things are not so much, texture looked more crudely, the price even higher if more, In a word, not satisfied. But just met a person shells plucked Uygur Er, looked a little taste of professionals, from time to time to tune tuning, and the melodies sound is also quite difficult point. That the piano has a meter long, the piano and trimmed with delicate black and white patterns, such as piano, I asked in Kashi, one to several thousand dollars, but the look is really attractive. I stood there, listened a moment, reluctant to leave.
By the way, there are different Dongdong Urumqi, Kashgar is still slightly better than a chip, one is more delicate delicious meals, two does, hey, that is more beautiful giant really see I elated!
Back of the room the next morning, go to the bank to collect the money, I went to the station. Resignation, transfer more than an hour had not got any tickets, including ticket brokers Department, the increase is too high, a sleeper to add 300 or so, it is the conscience of big bad. Saw a body in the XX with the ticket brokers to discuss their own set of tickets to sell him, my anger to the extreme, corruption, ah, the Chinese can not just by their ruining!
Well, can not buy long-haul, short line to buy咱No ah, to Turpan! Existence of the pack station, to my last one goal.
Turpan can really live "Fire Island" and reputation, the car I have deeply felt the power of the sun, by the end of August the weather, I could have been roasted smoke. In Dunhuang, Turpan to hear people say just come back was simply described as hell on earth, so scared I do not dare to get off too Turpan straight to stay up until today. CHARADE rented cars to go around the scenic spots around in circles, did not back a few minutes had been soaked, and across the mist like the flowing air, everything seemed all like a mirage in the desert. Because they do not give a lift, I gave up Jiaohegucheng, went straight to Gao. Inside the large, the estimated walking time to stroll a little nervous, I rented a vehicle at the door carriage. The coachman boy eleven or twelve-year-old appearance, brought one of his classmates along the way Shuishuixiaoxiao. That boy's singing was really good, I have repeatedly pleaded that he sang was shy, saying that to sing his beloved girl.
The next day, the Turpan to hold the annual Grape Festival, a large number of visitors has come, Turpan city were all the hotel prices, I returned to daheyan (station location) accommodation, the next morning back to Urumqi.
The train passes through there, there is a wind power station, hundreds of large windmills turning slowly in the dawn light years, it really spectacular scenes.
Back to Urumqi, has undergone a minor ticket controversy, I also began to tired, as if there is a little homesick.
Early morning, Urumqi airport, the aircraft slowly slide into the runway, I felt inexplicable sadness and nostalgia, too colorful place, too many memories for me, I know I definitely will come, the next time will not be just great have gone through.
Porthole, the majestic Tian Shan sparkling shine; high mountains of melting snow on earth weave a net, and finally disappeared in the dry sand on the floor; desert, oases, lakes, cities ... ... away, and everything gradually away, my Chunchi Jian still sported cantaloupe, figs and grapes of the fragrance.
Author: youngxy
