Thoughts on going to Xinjiang
I am 25 years old and I want to go out for a walk by myself.
This trip plan of my own is the result of years of unremitting efforts with my family to “propose” the opportunity to come back. I want to take a solo trip anyway.
At the beginning of 2019, I watched a vlog of a blogger I liked very much, and for the first time I learned that there is a city in Xinjiang called Altay. The scenery in the picture is very beautiful, like a fairy tale.
Since then, I have been yearning for it.
Therefore, at the beginning of 2019, I decided on the goal of my New Year’s Eve trip in 2020 - Xinjiang Altay.
Regarding Xinjiang, I am curious but also worried.
I am curious because I have never been there and know little about it. The only information I have comes from the descriptions of Xinjiang classmates in high school: it is not just a prairie, it is not just living under the vines; there are also high-rise buildings in the city, and all modern buildings are available.
However, parents’ understanding comes from major news reports. In their eyes, Xinjiang is a strange and dangerous area, at least not suitable for girls to go alone. My friends are also worried, and everyone knows the reason: what worries me is not my ability to be alone, but that society is still too dangerous. In the end, I turned to my Xinjiang classmates in high school and introduced me to a friend who worked in tourism in Altay. Having a local contact at least made my parents and friends feel at ease.
The so-called travel is just for skiing
The initial travel plan was made purely to relax myself. Because I like skiing, I want to go north to practice seriously.
At the Jiangjun Mountain Ski Resort, I stayed all day, purely practicing skiing moves; I slept in in the morning, spent the afternoon learning about falling leaves, and practiced on my own without the instructor in the evening. Anyway, I was not afraid of falling. This happened every day, and the three consecutive days of vacation were spent at the ski resort.
Like is like, there is no need for too many precise definitions, pure liking is a luxury.
The sound of boots squeaking in the snow is a sound that children in the south cannot hear.
There is no direct flight from Guangzhou to Altay, so I have to transfer in Xi'an. For the first time in my life, I heard my name being called on the radio at the airport.
I met new local friends by chance. On the morning of New Year's Eve, the five of us drove from Altay to Hemu Village. On New Year's Eve, I ate kebabs, drank a bottle of vodka, and had a dancing bonfire party. I went back to my room to rest after midnight, and walked around the B&B before I found my cabin.
The brain is awake, and the heart is intoxicated in Hemu Village at minus 20 degrees Celsius.
We originally planned to watch the sunrise on New Year's Day morning, but unfortunately it was foggy and we couldn't see the sun, so we had to change our route to the village to watch the villagers' equestrian competition. For me, the sunrise on the top of the mountain and the horse racing in the snow are both unfamiliar images, and it’s not just that image that makes me want to leave them.
Because we had booked a flight back to Guangzhou on the 2nd, we had to drive back to Altay from Hemu Village on the afternoon of New Year’s Day. It’s not even twenty-four hours since I was in Hemu, but I want to throw my limbs into the mountains of Kanas until this winter is over.
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