4:00 from Golmud Oriental Hotel Paqi. Street taxis are still running the streets in the cold. Compound in the southern suburbs of the hotel to catch a truck bound for Lhasa, three trucks full of equipment constituted a small team.
Windows on the knot with a layer of white frost, the Qinghai-Tibet line has no early winter the number of vehicles.
Golmud River is ice-covered mountain blue shadow and the pink of dawn slowly rising in the distance.
Naij tal, West Tai Tan, Kunlun Pass, budongquan, these familiar place once again come from us.
Truck has a puncture, and the drivers go to change a tire like the red ears had been frozen, inside was filled with cold on the plateau.
We also saw flying in front of the flag, has returned to Suonandajie Protection Station of the side, a kind of indescribable excitement.
"Cucumber" intimate to run over me Cengzhe inside, the warmth of the fire or the like. For drivers to take on the Mianmao again bid farewell to my dear comrade in arms, in front of Lhasa in the warm beckoning us.
Large segment large section of pavement is still bumpy, qumar he, five beams, Xiushui River, Fenghuoshan, Erdaogou, Tuotuohe, Tongtianhe, a familiar place, as well as the source of the Yangtze River are in In the darkness toward us.
Tibetan drivers have driven for more than 10 consecutive hours of car, could see that he's tired. Tibetan song tape was broadcast repeatedly.
The same tired we also need to bring all of the spirit, constantly chatting and drivers open-ended, giving him backwards in water, brought to plum, security has become our biggest concerns at this time the theme.
Ando seems Tonight is not driven, and the driver has even tired to continue playing through his face to refreshing, and everyone started singing loudly at midnight in the high Tibetan song.
1:00, Yanshiping finally to the south of the spa town, and tonight we will sleep this town under the Tanggula Mountains.
A small hotel room in the cow dung was burnt up, and wrapped in cold and suffused with the odor of the quilt to fall asleep from exhaustion.
Outside the stars and the Hoh Xil, the same as the night sky bright.
The early morning of that little bit of burn cow dung had to sleep in the car on the driver rang the 5:00 start of the speakers.
Cold, constant cold, cold hand-to-toe.
On the road is still not too many vehicles, only the collapse of embankment near bus, the dead mourning for a possible.
In the driver's yawn, and the bright lights, the small convoy crossed the 5231 meters high Tanggula mouth, where connecting with the Karakoram mountains, here is that the boundaries of Qinghai and Tibet.
Street lighting is white snow, snow-covered hills in the distance at the moment are hidden in the darkness, stopping at this high point, even without much joy or excitement.
Familiar and can not leave it in Tibet is in our front.
Tanggula, a small courtyard, is to be known as the "best in the world Road Class" in 21 work area, and numerous respectable Tao classes of workers are still in the Qinghai-Tibet line today quietly offer an, dedication with Love and health.
5010 meters above sea level and then climbed over a small Tanggula on is the first county in northern Tibet's Amdo.
Tiankuai Liang, and on-street junction is also thick ice. After more than 20 hours of walking we finally reached 700 kilometers an over.
Qinghai-Tibet highway along the edge of town before, a broad inter-mountain steppes began to parade in Qiangtang us.
Begin to see the brown grass, begin to see the snow in the sheep and cattle.
Sang Qu began after the bridge crosses, climbed over the steep mountain Shen Geli Gong. The road ahead seems much better.
Amdo is the western extension of the clouds away with grasslands, lakes, mountains and rivers, inaccessible Changtang Nature Reserve has.
Napian the country's largest protected areas, and also has numerous Tibetan antelope, Tibetan wild donkey, wild yak, snow leopard and black-necked cranes.
The mysterious double-Lake, the old and Katao northern Tibet.
The largest city in northern Tibet Nagqu is only 140 km away from Amdo.
Nagqu an annual horse racing festival in August is known, reportedly from the Tubo period of this piece of grassland have a Jockey Club.
Now Nagqu town's rapid development has been beyond our imagination.
Spacious streets, newly built houses, numerous restaurants, Mercedes-Benz Toyota 4500.
Mended the road burst two tires, business resumed.
Road still repair the vehicle from passing under the bridge on the frozen river.
In front of scenery is so beautiful, after a heavy snowfall blanketed by the entire world have been wrapped.
The snow-covered meadows, the ice go into the lake.
Ice shining silver of the straight road, snow linger pyridaben the footsteps of the crowd of yak. On board our "photographer" in the camera are continuously shining.
Have gone through in the last paragraph of Damxung sidewalk, in front of the Yangbajain is the best section of the whole of Tibet highway. Length of 1165 kilometers of the Qinghai-Tibet Railway will soon come to its end.
Even more tired drivers and we are more familiar with the Tibetan songs and melodies, and more tightening of the spirit and night.
At one o'clock, and finally arrived in the orange light illuminated the holy city of Lhasa.
"Back to Lhasa and return to the Potala Palace," the songs are like the ears.
Last night in the "Ganglameiduo" bar waiting for the arrival of our friends who still could not wait until we are.
Morning in the "Asia Hotel" squeeze three people occasionally do not want a label Paqi, penetration of sunlight outside the window is still as beautiful summer-like.
Acquaintance's friends came, and did not know friends to know, here is a Lhasa.
"Arrow's position," the taste of Tibetan meal or a kind of tunnel, "Yu steamed stuffed bun," like fast-food chicken soup is still delicious, "Deji sweet tea" and there are still so many Tibetans, "Majiami" upstairs the taste is still the kind of lazy, western suburbs like hot pot shop is still crowded.
Lhasa has not changed over the blue sky, the sun has not changed in Lhasa 4;
The Potala Palace, the solemn unchanged; lit butter lamps in front of the Jokhang Temple has not changed;
Bajiao Street on the turning and knock long head of people also have not changed.
Religion has not changed, belief will not change.
Lhasa winter and I seem to remember a few months ago in Lhasa has changed, with different.
Noisy bustling Beijing Road East, Pa to the ruins of the house has now become a Zuozuo Tibetan's story buildings;
Jokhang Temple by way of extension of the buildings, the newly built hotels, shops and trendy street lamps had just erected next phase twinkle.
Asia Hotel l into two stars, and snow in the winter closure of the restaurant, "stationed a small 2" also went home.
More outdoor shop opened, and the streets are all floating, real or fake "Northface" down clothes.
Numerous Internet cafes new business, and enjoy the Internet while sitting in front of LCD monitors taste the soft, subtle fragrance of chrysanthemum tea.
Many old friends have been left inside, and many new friends also appeared in Lhasa.
We spent the day together, are rich, and we mix time is colorful.
Continue to drink sweet tea, continue to eat hidden face, continue to drink butter tea, continue to Paojiu Ba.
To "Abdallah style" to eat beef curry rice.
To the "backpackers bar" to do with the feast.
Continue to Asia up late and continue to the streets in Lhasa, the sun.
Poly has been full of all the "backpackers" and tours of the size of the hotels, at this time have become extremely small turnout.
"Asia guesthouse" played Liu Zhe, a resident "dragon Jue de la Rosa," a friend actually already enjoy preferential treatment in ten-dollar a night.
The hotel no longer a Chinese message board posters.
In addition to foreign tourists, the streets have "Zhangqiangduanbao" In addition, the professional climbing shoes dangling Jackets of all kinds, etc., at the moment, there is no trace.
Become quiet the noisy streets, noisy bar has subsided.
Active off-road truck drivers have also disappeared.
Barkhor is also because no tourists, lower prices.
The street pedicab driver does not dare choosy asking price.
Even the monasteries in Lhasa has been eased in ticketing procedures.
The Lhasa River in winter is definitely here, one of the most beautiful scenery.
Walk Lhasa River Bridge, the bridge is still in the endless river to flow.
At this point the water was so clear, clear river of pebbles can be seen.
At this point the river is so green, as if the water-like Jiuzhaigou.
Turn the river in the distance, the distance is a clear blue sky, the riverside is a layer of white ice.
Numerous ducks, or loiter in the river water, or in the river glide.
Red River after the Potala Palace in the distance.
Hill, Tibetans lit the blue smoke in the Miaomiao rises, floating with the wind horse flag countless.
Village courtyard in Shuanzhuo puppy cried to us.
During the day, the air went so far as hanging on a white shadow.
To go there Jokhang Temple, Drepung Monastery to go there, go there Sera.
Jokhang Temple to maintain order within the more security, audience with the Buddha, as a devout 12-year-old life-sized crowd is still a long row of the team.
Drepung height of the sun is still bathed in sunlight Buddha Taiwan, Sera's monks still in the debate with them after.
Chuan Zhao Dafa will be stopped, Lhasa, the most important in a Buddhist religious activities in the winter days were held in
Qushui Jiang temple, the Ganden, Drepung, salad, Edwin, thermal vibration, the most of less the five monasteries in the Tibetan lamas who winter in November, conducted grand ceremonies and debates.
A devout believer truck arrived with us there, with worship of money, with dedication of the butter and tea, they are burning incense, and remembered by, knock heads, and pious a step by step into the over and over that great temple of the sacred.
Holy water for them, and butter for them, and barley grains and dried flowers have also been enshrined in the Buddha before.
Sang smoke point, the Fahao sounded, chanting sounds, a big chair with the help of novices are put on layers of vestments.
Boundless solemn undying mystery to it. I also went to the sacred halls of that.
"There is no law, but here there is faith," once again feel of a Tibetan pilgrims to tell me.
Merit temple gone, Zhuomalakang go, hot heap Temple gone, Tashi Gang Monastery went.
With centuries of precious frescoes and the mysterious legends of the courtroom also went to the temple.
Not for that religion, but to a kind of confidence.
Outside the Jokhang Temple more than 400 lights lit butter lamps, a golden cup butter lamps, countless jumping spark.
Light of our eyes, gives us a warm heart.
Winter is still kind of lazy in Lhasa, the Lhasa winter, or as comfort.
Lhasa winter sun is still warm, the winter sun is still bright in Lhasa.
Full moon, and the winter sun is still bright in Lhasa, Lhasa in winter do not have taste.
Like winter inside Lhasa.
(Free feeling of grass in Lhasa)