Day13: Bianba County - Yuhu Village
Living in a strange place far away from the city, I repeat pedaling countless times every day. In this monotonous and rhythmic journey, from canyons to mountains, from villages to fields, my mood changes with the scenery.
In the morning, I packed my bags, checked out, and went downstairs. Many shops were not open yet. I saw someone pushing a cart along the street selling breakfast, so I hurried to fetch a thermos. I ran over to buy steamed stuffed buns with marinated eggs, and filled a pot of soy milk;
I haven't eaten a decent breakfast for many days, and I have enough energy to ride a bike while it's hot, and I have to climb a mountain again today...
All the way up against the current (a tributary of the Nujiang River), the hillsides on both sides are lush with trees, the road winds and circles among the valleys, and the bends one after another, the vision is also widened; this is easier than the endless uphill with no end in sight. You can avoid the sun's exposure, reduce your psychological pressure, and climb hills without being so tiring.
Near the foot of the mountain at 2:30 p.m., there are several low-rise private houses on the right side of the road, all of which are relatively dilapidated. You must know that there are many houses built by XX along the way. The activity room of party members in XX village has a prominent name. It's also very stylish, and even the toilets are spacious and bright.
Looking at the scene, weeds grow on the roof and the walls are dilapidated, indicating that it has existed for a long time, and it must have been abandoned. But seeing someone walking past the house with a cow, is it for grazing as a temporary residence for villagers? This possibility cannot be ruled out.
After half an hour, the weather changed suddenly. Looking around, there was no place to hide, so we could only continue forward. Fortunately, we got into the pipe culvert under the slope before the rain wet the backpack, and the weather on the plateau was unpredictable. , when the clouds cover the sun, it may herald the arrival of a storm.
To this day, it is a habit.
I hid in the culvert for about half an hour. The clouds cleared and I saw the sky again. I leaned out and climbed up the slope. When I looked up, I saw the glistening raindrops hanging on the handlebars. I took off the rain cover and poncho, shook off the rainwater and put it in the Backpack, crawling along the mountain road; under the sunlight, the water vapor on the ground slowly evaporates and rises...
Living in a strange place far away from the city, I repeat pedaling countless times every day. In this monotonous and rhythmic journey, from canyons to mountains, from villages to fields, my mood changes with the scenery.
After a storm, the world changed.
Climbing from the foot of the mountain to the middle of the mountain, the opposite mountain top was covered with a layer of snow, to be precise, it was hail. The place where I stand is about 4,800 meters above sea level, and the floating clouds are surging in the sky above my head, as if I can draw a ball out of my hand, hang on both sides of the bicycle and install a pair of wings, take me over the hills, ride the wind back, and disappear into the vastness skyrim...
Climbing to the pass at six o'clock, the road sign shows that the altitude is 4998 meters, and the air is damp and cold without the sun; this is a new road after reconstruction, and the original pass must be higher in altitude. The old-fashioned pass signs are relatively high and can be seen from a distance. Changing to the current double poles reduces wind resistance and improves stability, but loses the "momentum" that symbolizes the pass.
In addition, prayer flags, Longda, Hada, and Fengma flags are also common things in Yakou; in Tibetan culture, many customs and lifestyles are inseparable from these, such as: turning around mountains and worshiping lakes , simmering mulberry, etc.;
In recent years, with regard to the resulting environmental pollution, there has been a ban on hanging prayer flags in Saronda, but the problem is not because of this behavior, but because of the inferior products in the market, forgetting the original intention! In fact, the Tibetan people's way of life is very environmentally friendly, which is perfectly reflected in the cattle.
The rain blurred my glasses, and I couldn't see the road ahead. At this critical moment, I turned my head and saw a figure flashing by the side of the road. I didn't care to put the car back and ran over, and ran into him who was covered tightly by a turban. the man.
She pointed to the black curtain at the door, and I plunged in. When I entered the room, I took off my glasses and couldn’t see clearly. After I finished wiping and put on my glasses, I found a man in the corner making butter. He was busy and beckoned me to sit down. When it came down, the rain gradually subsided later, and the hostess came back from driving the cattle. At this time, there were four people in my room.
In the evening, the hostess made the batter, which contained beef and noodles. The host was afraid that I would not be used to bringing tsampa, so he taught me how to knead it. The man wearing the scarf I met at the beginning was washing his face, and only then did he see the original tsampa. is their daughter.
After I entered the door, I was busy clearing away the firewood that was wet by the rain. They were very curious about my sudden appearance. The host knew a little Chinese. During the chat, he mentioned that there was a child who was studying in high school in Qamdo, and he dialed the phone number to talk to him. My son got on the phone and said that there was a problem with the phone and wanted me to take a look (it is estimated that the male owner wanted to change the phone).
We chatted until 9 o'clock at night. I thought that everyone would live in the house. After all, there was a place and bedding. The hostess turned off the light and went out with her husband and daughter. Only then did I realize that the family had another place to live, and they were walking on the roof. The sound of mice scurrying around made me fall asleep in a daze...
#Tangfan Ancient Road Thirteenth Day#
From Bianba County to Yuhu Village, the mileage is 55 kilometers, the cumulative 882 kilometers, the average speed is 8.4m/h, the cumulative ascent is 1085 meters, the altitude range is 3545 meters to 4965 meters, the departure time is 8:59, the end time is 20:04, and the exercise time 6 hours and 32 minutes
Today's expenses: 65 yuan Accommodation: 30 yuan at a villager's house Shopping: 24 yuan for apple mooncakes
