Sichuan in and Qing out (3)　The last night in western Sichuan is intoxicated by the aroma of wine and songs of the Tibetans

The light rain came later than predicted.

Because I felt I could stay in bed, I took pictures of the starry sky for half the night.

The weather turned cold and gloomy, and I don't know how long it took.

The hazy sleepiness finally came over me. But then he was awakened by the seamless wind, and finally turned on the electric blanket and fell asleep again.

I woke up again to the warm sound of rain hitting the eaves of the Tibetan hut and the noise of early-rising cyclists downstairs.

The rain finally came.

It's still early to look at the clock. Couldn't sleep under the covers.

So I got up, had breakfast, and helped the cyclists who set off early to take videos of the new day’s expedition.

The rain gradually stopped. Although it was still early, but with a sense of luck, I embarked on the journey again.

Although it rained all night, the altitude of Yajiang is not high, so the weather is still a bit hot.

Traveling lightly, I was happy when I turned around a mountain, but it started snowing again.

We had no choice but to stop at the pass, put on more clothes and helmets and get fully armed.

Jianziwan Mountain is known as the Eighteen Bends of the Heavenly Road. National Highway 318 is one of the highest mountain passes in the Kham region.

The snowy Sichuan-Tibet Line consumes your physical energy and energy all the time. Accidents involving bicycles, motorcycles, and cars occur one after another along the way.

Even if it is so dangerous, it cannot stop the various men and women occupying the road at the exit of the curve to shoot "blockbuster movies".

The snow finally stopped at the scissor bend pass, but the wind continued to blow.

After dodging two groups of people taking photos at the pass's bend, I saw a long queue of cars blocking the road from a distance.

It seems that the road is not clear yet.

I was riding my beloved motorcycle, but I was still stuck in traffic.

Carefully slipping to the front, the time was only a quarter past ten.

A group of motorcycle riders who arrived early were already playing poker on the snow, and when asked, it turned out that they would not be allowed to leave until twelve o'clock.

I want to call a girl far away, but my mobile phone signal is like that of a shy girl, and I can't find it.

After finally climbing to the highest slope, I switched from left hand to right hand, but couldn't get through.

Suddenly there was a commotion in the crowd, and a car was seen coming from the opposite side from a distance.

I quickly ran back to the car and started the car to start, but found out that someone had a high fever and was going to the hospital, so they were given special permission.

It doesn't matter if this one is allowed to go, the old men Su, B, and D who were blocking the railing were furious, shouting that they too had orgasms and wanted to go to the hospital.

But the construction worker said something back: In front is Litang, the highest city in the world at 4,014 meters, and behind is Yajiang County at 2,640 meters. If the altitude is really high, it is recommended to return the same way.

When everyone was looking at the center of the commotion, I silently blocked my Su C number plate.

The road opened on time at 12 o'clock as promised, and the cars that had been stuck for a long time swarmed out. It felt like they were back on the track where they participated in the Tour of Qinghai Lake Cycling Race five years ago.

Pass the Kazila Pass and reach Litang, the highest city in the world.

At the gas station, I met a fellow driver from Xuzhou. The three of them talked in Mandarin and Xuzhou dialect for a long time and finally turned around.

Dining at the Guofu Hotel at the reception station, a table of cyclists was divided into two groups.

If we work together to cheer each other up, we will definitely be able to ride to Lhasa. A table was discussing whether to send the car back to Chengdu and take the bus to Lhasa.

It's still early to visit the famous Gelug sect temple Changchun Kor Monastery in Kham.

Changqingchunker Temple, also known as Litang Temple, was founded in 1580 by the third Dalai Lama Sonam Gyatso. It is the oldest and largest Tibetan Buddhist temple in Kham. "Chang Qing Qing Ke" is a Tibetan transliteration. "Chang Qing" means Maitreya Buddha (the future Buddha), "Chun Ke" means Dharma Wheel, and "Chang Qing Qing Ke" means Maitreya Buddha Dharma (symbolizing the ever-turning and wonderful Dharma Wheel). Crying lasts forever).

Although I am not a Tibetan scholar, I have seen many Tibetan temples.

But the Changqingchun Ker Temple is a cultural landscape with unique formal beauty that I have ever seen.

The uniqueness of Changqingchun Ker Temple is the unique courtyard wall with hundreds of pagodas standing there.

These pagodas are not outstanding individually, but together they form a very spectacular scenery.

On the roadside in Litang, friends have begun to take oxygen one after another.

Although we haven’t entered Tibet yet, we feel that we are already very close to heaven.

I looked up at the road sign and saw that there were still 1,473 kilometers left in Lhasa.

The Qianhu Tibetan Village surrounding the Changqingchun Ker Temple has a very literary and artistic atmosphere. I hope it will not be Chineseized by the Han people.

Litang is the distribution center for travel in western Sichuan. To the west, you can continue the Sichuan-Tibet Line along 31, while to the south, you can go to Daocheng Yading.

Go west out of Shigaocheng and walk up the winding Wuliang River Valley for more than 30 kilometers to the Maoya Prairie, where you will suddenly see a bright view.

Maoya Prairie is the largest intermountain grassland in the Shaluli Mountains. National Highway 318 runs along the northern part of the grassland for dozens of kilometers and extends to the foot of Haizi Mountain.

We went off-road for a while following the rutted grassland, and when we stopped, I felt like I could take a photo on the cover of National Geographic.

But the photos taken are always different from what I imagined.

But the Windbreakers finally have their cool travel photos.

 

After crossing the prairie, the altitude begins to climb again.

Although the sun is shining brightly, the snow on the roadside is getting deeper and deeper.

I don’t know how many turns I passed before I finally reached the Haizi Mountain pass.

 

 

Surprisingly, there is no parking area at the Haizi Mountain Pass. There are some car parts and a few unrecognizable cars scattered on the snow next to the road sign.

Several cars passed the road sign quickly. Maybe they saw me taking pictures and realized it was a pass. They turned around and started taking pictures too.

The snow is soft and comfortable to step on.

A Tibetan who passed by said that it had been snowing for the past few days and it had just cleared up, which was very lucky.

 

 

Not long after passing the pass is the sister lake known as the shining pearl on the plateau.

Because there is a small puddle next to the two big lakes, the motorcycle friend next to me and I discussed for a long time whether it was two sisters or three sisters.

Photographed from a distance, the lake is glowing green.

I feel like this is not fun to shoot.

 

 

I tried hard to get a picture of the man who almost flew his drone into the lake.

Looking at my picture again, this is what I took.

Your uncle is still your uncle after all.

The uncle put away the drone and picked up the camera.

If you don't take a full picture of a 32G memory card with that posture, it won't be able to match the two boxes of long guns and short guns next to you.

 

 

After passing Sister Lake, the temperature began to increase sharply.

The dirt road to the right of the entrance to the Lana Mountain Tunnel is the old G318 national highway. Due to the opening of the Lana Mountain Tunnel, the original road has been rerouted. People no longer have to cross the Lana Mountain Pass at an altitude of 4,000 meters, shortening the road mileage. However, it lacks a lot of off-road fun.

It was still early and the destination was close at hand, so I followed a few SUVs and started hiking through the mountains.

 

After crossing the pass, we were driving against the mountain. From time to time, weathered pebbles hit our helmets, and they jingled like a symphony.

There is a security checkpoint at the junction, and the staff is checking a car with an E-A license plate.

In the car were several Tianjin people who had rented a car in Chengdu. They were anxiously explaining to the staff. When I turned around, I saw that everyone was silently wearing masks.

It is said that Tianjin people have a talent for cross talk. Listening to their cadences, I feel that they are much higher than those from a certain company.

The advantage of riding a motorcycle on the Sichuan-Tibet Line is that you don’t have to check the small checkpoints and can pass quickly.

 

 

Get up early and catch a late market. It was getting late when we arrived in Batang.

The non-profit hotel I had booked previously was not open and I couldn’t be contacted.

I found a small shop and had a steaming bowl of Chao Shou, and based on the warm introduction of the shopkeeper, I went to their Internet celebrity bridge to listen to the singing of a wandering singer.

 

 

 

The city of Batang County is fully built in Tibetan style.

Several Tibetan brothers riding motorcycles insisted on taking me to see the beautiful night view of their county.

The county town is very small, so we can finish sightseeing in a short time. They were going to have a drink at Tashi Huanju Restaurant and invited me to go with them.

Afraid of being thrown into the river bed again, I politely refused and ran away.

I booked the prestigious Batang Tibetan New Youth Hostel, but I didn’t see any bicycles in the courtyard.

Very few people stayed and the peak cycling season had not yet arrived.

Chatting with the boss, they are also doing charity work. I learned that I am also a charity partner, and they want to drink with me again.

It’s really impossible to hide from Tibetan wine.

 

 

I went upstairs tipsy, and the friend I lived with turned out to be a street singer from the Internet Celebrity Bridge.

He envied my philanthropic path, and I envied his livelihood.

After all, I originally dreamed of traveling around the world on a motorcycle, carrying a guitar and a drawing board.

Unfortunately, he is tone-deaf and is very bad at painting, making it difficult to make a living.

That’s all.

30 kilometers ahead is the Jinsha River Bridge at the junction of Sichuan and Tibet.

It was late at night, and the Tibetans on the street corner had already started singing and dancing.

But at this time, in my dream, there were already mountains and waves like raging waves.