Day 18 of Hitchhiking to Tibet: Lhasa

Yesterday I woke up early and it started to rain again in Bomi. I stood on the balcony watching the rain. A girl came up to take a bath. I looked at her, she looked at me, tilted her head, and both laughed. Start chatting. When talking about my pure disciple who died in infancy, she said that she was a pure disciple and had a team. Would love to take another walk.

Then I told Xiaodian and my eldest brother that I would not go to Linzhi. I want to hike again, with a new group. Xiaodian and Big Brother also respect my decision. Afterwards, this new girl briefly introduced their team to me. Not the way I wanted it to be. Get up late and walk at night. The trip from Bomi to Lhasa is estimated to be one month away.

At this time, I planned to go alone. My eldest brother asked me how I am doing now. I said I had checked out. The eldest brother suspected that they had to rest for another day. Did you change to a single bed? I lied: Yes. Xiaodian called me in the afternoon and asked me a question that I had forgotten. A single-word lie on the road is already a great sin. It was sad enough that I concealed the lies my mother had made up. I said: I am walking. one person.

They were very worried about me and asked me to go to Linzhi as soon as possible. Say that 318 is not what you imagined, and the people there are not all the good people you imagined. Yes, on the way yesterday, I met a lama. Although he was a "Tashi Delek", he was vaguely afraid. I met a Tibetan pig or wild boar that escaped outside. It looked at me with a cold face (see the picture. It was very cute when I was a child. Maybe it would be scary to see it directly as a wild boar). I couldn't book a room on Meituan, so I called to book a youth hostel or hotel. Either they said there were no rooms or the price was very high. On the road, there is no way forward. Of course, this is the unknown nature of travel. There is no praise or blame.

I need to start thinking about the meaning of travel again, or the meaning of hiking. Unexpectedly, this problem has not been solved even as we approach Lhasa. Maybe it’s a problem that can never be solved. Rather, there is a problem that needs to be solved, which is itself fraught with problems. It's because my body is empty, half full of water, and the water sloshes when I shake it, which is not stable enough. In the real sea, waves and calms alternate, and there are dead people and the joy of life in it.

Of course, I also know that any choice has two sides. Seeing your heart clearly and following your heart does not mean forcing your heart to give an answer that suits you better. But a sense of firmness. The bad thing is hesitation, loss of energy, and dragging people into dark places. Yes. "What is called the right thing?" "Doing things correctly."

The thing itself is neutral. If you choose any direction with correct and stable energy, the meaning and gains will be equally great. There is no need to distinguish this. Of course, friends who have been reading my articles should also understand. My biggest problem before was that I couldn't integrate knowledge and action. The various concepts I know guide my life, but if you look at the word "guidance", it means division, as if one is condescending and the other is looking away, with suspicion and arrogance. Unable to reconcile.

Chat with new friends. It's that pure girl. I understand that the answer I am looking for can only be given by myself, but because I am confused, I want to find inspiration in other people's words. The more I search, the further away I get, and the more confused I become. In my distant hometown, along the coast of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, the water was high and overflowing. There was a power outage at home, and my mother’s phone could no longer be reached. The second sister said: Zhejiang has fallen, please come back.

I don't want to go back yet. I talked to my mother on the phone yesterday and told her that the reservoir in the back mountain had collapsed and the water had flooded into the village. Fortunately, my house has a high foundation and it was just a power outage. Mother's cell phone battery is low and has been turned off. Unable to contact, a little worried. I called my eldest sister and asked her to pick my mother up, but she said the car could no longer be driven in. Fortunately, my mother's phone call was answered just now. It is reported that tonight and tomorrow are the official landing times of Typhoon "Fireworks", and the impact may be greater. My mother didn't take it seriously, so I asked her to stock up on food just in case.

Yesterday I met three people on the road. One is the eldest brother who walks alone, carrying a big bag and walking in the wind. If you say a girl is easy to ride with, he is not. One is a motorcycle traveler. We met while resting in front of a small shop. He planned to go back from the Qinghai-Tibet line. After we parted ways, he caught up with me after resting and said he could take me to Tongmai, but I declined. Later, he added me on WeChat, and I asked him to help me look at housing when I went to Guxiang Town. He took many phone numbers for accommodation in Guxiang. I called them one by one and was rejected in various ways.

There was also a cyclist who was drying his tent on the second floor of a viewing building. The 25-year-old Hunan guy brought his own cooking tools and told me that he must go to the farmer's market to buy fruits and vegetables. He treated me to boiled eggs, lollipops, and green grapes. Later, he waited until his teammates set off and met them again. Unfortunately, he was too tired to speak and was eager to hurry, so he did not continue to communicate.

Duoji Inn in Guxiang Town is still under renovation. I ran up and asked, there were still many beds, and I was the only one living there at the moment. Ordered a fried rice. It was a big portion. Knowing that I had not eaten all day, the chef also gave me a large portion of lotus root broth. Although it was only minced meat, it was super delicious.

An older brother who is one of the shareholders of the inn sat across from me and chatted with me. Let’s talk about the Palong Zangbo flowing beside the road below. It originates from Midui Snow Mountain and flows down from the branch of Ranwu Lake to the confluence of Tongmai and Brahmaputra rivers, all the way to India and into the Ganges River. He talked about all kinds of Tibetan geography knowledge. He spoke very quickly and whispered a few place names. Before I could touch them, he was already at the temple or river below.

From the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the sandbar outside and the snow-capped mountains on the other side of the river. At that time, a long rainbow rose from the foot of the mountain and reached the middle of the mountain here. I ran outside. I understood what this elder brother said later, saying that there is a rainbow even if there is no rain here. Such a wonderful place suggested that I volunteer for a month.

It was being built. I sat on the wide marble slab of the fence and watched the sun go down. The light and shadow slowly change from the clouds. In the clearing below, a fire is burning. There should be a plastic bucket or something else. It made several "bang" sounds and flames shot up.

"Bang", "bang", one blow after another.

There are three large rooms with 4-5 beds in each room. It was a big space and I was alone. The lights are dim. A full moon rose outside the window. In the dark, mice were gnawing at oil paper in the corner. I wrapped myself in a quilt and looked at the moon, very late, very late, and couldn't fall asleep.

In the morning, make sure to go directly to Linzhi and then rush to Lhasa. Sitting in the car, thinking about the hesitation and entanglement last night, I suddenly felt very interesting. There are many questions that arise in ordinary times that have been raised again and again, and there are many answers that have been theoretically elaborated in ordinary times that repeatedly need to be completed by the behavior at this moment.

Before setting off, I expected there would be many decisions to make along the way. The implementation of these decisions will test the little efforts I make in my daily life. I think these decisions are about benevolence, justice, morality, and the distinction between being a villain and a gentleman. No. All grand concepts are suspect.

I met a Sichuan girl in the car who likes to express herself and is commonly known as "talkative". She's a very cute girl. There is a lot of food in the bag, share it with me. We accidentally struck up a conversation, and from then on there was no quiet time during this journey. She is an innocent and carefree little girl. In 1997, he was 4 years younger than me. When I was 24, I rarely smiled anymore.

From Linzhi to Lhasa, we took the tour with the tour guide on the same bus. She is a very good young lady and takes good care of me. He also led me to the train station exit. Sometimes her tour guide's nature would show up, and she would ask me to look at the Potala Palace or Drepung Monastery in the distance, and she would pat my head (I was sitting in the front seat) and scare me. A sister who is very outgoing and enthusiastic.

Ah, here we are in Lhasa. It's like going from one dream to another. As soon as I think about it, an idea from the past slowly unfolds in the present. Now I am really standing on the border of Lhasa. I feel that the harmony of causes and conditions is wonderful.

2021.7.25 22:27 Lhasa