DAY6: Qamdo - the foot of Langla Mountain
Throughout the trips to Tibet in the past few years, you will meet pilgrims on the road, kowtow, walk with backpacks, pull a shelf car, drive a tractor...; everyone comes from different places, or with their families, or alone, There are many old women among them. This is the lifelong wish of many Tibetans. They are dressed in rags, but their hearts are clean.
After five days of riding, people and cars are dirty to a certain extent. I don’t care about it on the road. I have to pay attention to my image when I enter the city. It was rare to stay in a hotel last night, and I can finally take a hot bath.
Next, I will take the provincial road to Tibet. I don’t know if I can take a shower again, but I enjoy it. When I’m tired from riding on the road, I sit down casually. Anyway, no one knows you, let alone travel alone.
For you, putting yourself in an unfamiliar environment, walking a certain distance, and meeting some people is a yearning trip
Leaving Qamdo City, all the way downhill, I saw a steamed bun shop on the street, bought a few pancakes, and asked a few supermarkets along the way, wondering if there was no Wujiang mustard. I heard from the boss that the Tibetans here like it. Eating mustard mustard, thinking about finding a cool place for lunch at noon
I looked up and saw two people waving to me on the side of the road. I parked my car and walked over to see that they were two pilgrims. They were sitting in the corner like this, asking each other about their origins.
The two believers and the Tibetan grandmother in the picture above are from Dege County, Sichuan. They went to Lhasa with three steps and one kowtow. They have been on the road for more than two months. The grandmother rode a Sanmazi agricultural vehicle with all her belongings on it. Find a suitable place to camp and cook, and take care of food and accommodation for the two
Due to the frequent bending down and kowtowing, the foreheads of the two believers were calloused, and they repeated this action countless times a day. The journey was only 5-6 kilometers. Before parting, Brother Bodhisattva asked me to hand over a bag of oranges to the man in front of me. Mom, and took two points out of the bag and gave them to me, which touched me so much
Firstly, I feel their trust and think that it is not easy for me to ride a bicycle. Secondly, I still think about others in such a situation and don’t forget to give alms
When typing these words now, I saw the circle of friends posted by Bodhisattva, and we will arrive in Lhasa in 55 days. We met in Qamdo on September 8. Adding the two months before, it took less than half a year to reach the Holy Land Lhasa
When I brought the oranges to my grandma, I met a group of walking Tibetans. An uncle who took the lead was standing on the side of the road waving, as if he was blocking a bus. I didn’t understand. How could so many people get a ride?
After expressing my doubts, the uncle finally explained the reason. It turned out that someone in the team was unwell and wanted to stop a car to let the patient pass first. There were cars passing by on the road from time to time, but none of them stopped. Stopped the car, I can only wish everyone a safe arrival
On the road in the afternoon, the altitude began to climb continuously, and the weather changed suddenly. I was chased by the wind and rain and dared not stop. Just when the heavy rain hit, it was at a critical moment
God bless, I got into the Nianla Mountain Tunnel to escape the catastrophe. The rain came and went quickly. After riding for a long time, I saw the road sign, 33 kilometers uphill! It was 3:40 in the afternoon, and I was thinking that I might be able to reach the top of the mountain while it was dark...
Bite the bullet and rode for an hour, the road sign showed 30 kilometers uphill, and there were steel wire fences on the side of the road. Seeing that the road was getting higher and higher and no one was seen, there was still time, so I could only continue to ride forward, and climbed over the mountain before dark. Different from idiots talking about dreams, the most important thing right now is where to stay at night
While riding and observing the surrounding terrain, I couldn’t hesitate any longer. After turning a hairpin bend, a small river appeared in front of me. I went up the river and found an open space next to a big rock. I decided not to go anymore and unloaded my luggage. Anti-vehicle camping across the river
After settling down, I started to boil water and cook leisurely. The place where we camped was not far from the road, separated by a river. It had just rained, and the water was a bit cloudy with a lot of sediment
Generally speaking, there is no more ideal campsite than this one. Lying and resting at night, the rushing river drowns out all the sounds, there are passing vehicles from time to time, and the lights pass by the tent. Who knows where we will settle down tomorrow. , this is the journey
Later in Nagqu, I met two grandmothers who were walking on pilgrimage
#唐菲古道六天#
From Qamdo to the foot of Langla Mountain, the mileage is 69 kilometers, with a total of 427 kilometers. The record was accidentally deleted and not saved.
Today's expenses: 62 yuan
Accommodation: wild camping, food and beverage: breakfast beef noodles 18 yuan, shopping: road meals 20 yuan, snacks 24 yuan
