"It's your own way to go.
The year of turning mountains.
I didn't mention it in the circle of friends when I went to the mountain last year.
At that time, the original intention for me to go to the mountain was probably that a friend lit a pack of cigarettes at the 1314 km of National Highway 219, saying that it was to commemorate a friend of his. Went to a wish. I guess the person commemorated should be the imaginary enemy of Tibet. A child of God goes to the place of God. The person who loved Tibet all his life, I know that friends and imaginary enemies are also friends, but I didn't expect him to travel so far for his dead imaginary enemy.
Already exhausted, I couldn't bear his softness, so I had to agree to go to the mountains with him.
Without any preparation, the two of us set off with six bottles of mineral water on our backs. From three o'clock in the afternoon to ten o'clock in the evening, from Tarqin to Zhire Temple. Find a temple accommodation reception, 50 yuan a night is the best room there. After eating a bucket of instant noodles, I fell asleep in the halo of a candle. This place is 5,000 meters above sea level, with sparse vegetation and extremely low oxygen content in the air. At three o'clock, I finally woke up completely from the cold. My friend glanced at me and said, let's go! I said, let's go! The two of us went to the front hall of the guest house and wanted to ask the boss to pay for the accommodation, but we found that there were Tibetans lying on the floor of the front hall in disorder, and we couldn't tell which one was the boss and which was the believer. Not daring to make loud noises, for fear of disturbing other people's rest, my friend and I went back to the room, took out a can of canned food, lowered the room fee of 100 yuan, and hurriedly set off in the night.
It was only when I went out that it was snowing heavily. As soon as my shoes got in, the water soaked in little by little. It took five hours to walk a five-kilometer uphill road. From 5,000 meters above sea level to 5,700 meters above sea level. This section of the road is really disappointing. The Tibetans who walked to the top of the mountain and turned around the mountain exchanged food and huddled together to keep warm. When going down the mountain, my friend kept wrestling, because he is indeed a fat man who is fatter than me. After going down the mountain, he said, without you, maybe I would have retreated. between men. There were not too many pleasantries. When we reached the finish line at three o'clock in the afternoon the next day. I can't get up when I lie down. Ask the driver master to bring two bottles of water, and drink it up in minutes.
It took twenty-four hours. I did something that many people can't do in their lifetime.
Because what you are short of is not money.
But the place I want to go to.
I also told my brother that no matter how much money is given to me in this life, I will never go around the mountain again.
But now it seems that this may not be possible. In 20xx, I did things that I once said I would not do. "
The above text comes from my friend’s circle of friends. When I was eating at noon, someone suddenly found that someone mentioned me in the circle of friends. When I went in, I found that it was the above text. Although it has been more than a year since I turned around the mountain last year, I still remember every bit of my turning around the holy mountain Kailash last year. The above words brought back my memories.
The person I want to miss mentioned in the article is indeed, as my friend said, the imaginary enemy teacher, the child of God. The last selfie in his circle of friends was fixed at the boundary marker 1314 of National Highway 219. After that, the false teacher was in his favorite When Reyongcuo Lakeside ended his short but brilliant life, the departure of the fake teacher once made me very confused. I didn’t know if what I had been doing was meaningful. Then I took the opportunity to lead the team to 1314 of National Highway 219 to see An old friend.
At that time, besides my friend and I, there was another driver, but the driver was old and refused to go around the mountain with us. When we finally set off, it was only me and my friend, and the driver was outside to meet us. It was September at that time, and the snow had begun to fall in Gang Rinpoche. After passing the Zhuomala Pass, the road down the mountain was too steep and slippery. Even the most devout Tibetans would choose to walk down the mountain instead of prostrating their heads. At that time, my shoes were not non-slip because I was not prepared enough for the start. Fortunately, my friend gave me his trekking poles.
After the turnaround, my friend and I lay motionless at the ticket checkpoint. I called the driver and asked him to pick us up at the exit. It would be best to bring two bottles of Coke or Sprite. After lying down for about fifteen minutes, a Tibetan on duty came out of the guard box and asked us to check the ticket. Fortunately, the ticket was still there. After checking the ticket, the Tibetan went to the guard box to sing again. I took two photos for my friend and sent them A circle of friends said that the 24-hour mountain tour was successful. I asked my friend why he didn’t post on Moments. He said it was too dangerous to go around the mountain, and he didn’t dare to post on Moments, for fear that people who were worried about him would be worried if they saw it. I asked him today that it has been more than a year, why did you remember to post on Moments? He said no one worried about him now.
Some roads have to be walked sooner or later. It is better to walk early than to walk late. Looking back at the Gang Rinpoche that I have walked through last year, it is indeed a very wise and lucky thing. We are all getting older day by day, and we are not sure about tomorrow. What will we face, if something is missed for a while, it may be missed for a lifetime.