To the Yuxi station immediately bought a ticket to Xinping County, this time to Yunnan I have a hiking plan to the Mourning Mountains, go to the town of Xinping County, Gasha. The town is situated in the hinterland of the Lianyong Mountains, and has a simple and mysterious folklore, and the beautiful and hospitable Huayu Dai ethnic group. I remember watching a movie called "Bride of the Flower Waist" in which the beautiful environment and beautiful flower waist women attracted every audience.
This time there may be some kind of sexual encounter, I think.
To the Xinping passenger station, asked the staff to know, go to the town of Gasha only the ticket hall parked outside the door of the rural minibus, which is very small, can only barely squeeze down 4, 5 people. Our car crowded 5 people, I was in the back row, lying on the back of the seat straight back, all the way along the Gasha River peaks and turns, I heard the river outside the clatter is not straight back to turn around and look outside, can only listen to it. This way missed a lot of beautiful scenery, I can not win sigh. The car is very hot, the more we go the hotter, in front of the Gasha River in the turn, across the front of us, I can see it is a red riverbed, the water is no longer much.
Finally arrived at the town of Gasha, a car is like a summer, here the hot and humid climate than Jiangchuan and hot a few degrees, people can only wear a variety of cool clothing, can not help but sigh of admiration for the motherland's great, diverse climate, the magic of the terrain spectacular.
Both sides of the street are tall palm trees, tropical landscape makes me feel strange, asked the locals finally found not far from an inn, there are 50 yuan of single room.
Go out and familiarize yourself with the terrain, the town is not big, very modern, the size of the street stores and the pattern of the mainland of any small town are similar, just walking along the street in two or three wearing a bucket hat, dressed in national costume flower waist Dai middle-aged and elderly women, so that I realized that this is in the ethnic minority settlements. I walked to the south of a quiet street, so that I fixed a bit of God, asked a middle-aged woman sweeping the road near the Dai village, she is also Dai people, her words I do not understand a word, than half a day of the useless, when I walked very tired, only to come back to rest. I asked the passenger station people, to go to the Mojiang car day after tomorrow, and is very early to go.
In the inn took a bath, rested for a while, drank some beer, the night out to find the roadside waiting for work of the motorcycle drivers, asked them to mourn the mountains there is no good-looking place, a man said: "Of course there is, but it is far away from here, back and forth to a day, the Nan'en River waterfalls, "Longxi Shijian "Manor, Shimenxia and Tea Horse Road, are very beautiful, foreign tourists are driving to more, I take you to a day at least 100 yuan." He said it's all attractions and a little dangerous. How about it, go or not? I fought repeatedly in my mind, go only two of us, I thought of that time in Xishuangbanna olive dam south of the village, I chartered a car to go to the experience, see just some artificial things, from my requirements of the original village there is still a big gap, because the real primitive place to open any car can not get in, can only walk or even climb. I repeatedly weighed or decided not to go, in fact, the driver is also very reluctant to go inside, he pointed to me to see the west: "You see not far below there is a big unhammer square, every night at 6:00 are wearing minority clothing women to dance, song and dance, you can go to see it," he said. I finally decided not to go, to get a day of exhaustion just to see some artificial things will be very discouraging.
To go around, there are a lot of Northeastern people opened by the roadside restaurant, Northeastern people can really
can break through, everywhere they are. A small river bridge, there are a lot of young people in the small business of cell phone film, they are waiting for the work, huh, I can not help but secretly laugh a little bit, they are the same as their former self, but also in order to earn a little bit of money, the whole day wind and dew wasted youth. The heat, sweat beads constantly rolling out on the forehead, and drank a bottle of ice-cold beer. Back to the inn quickly fell asleep.
The next day to the hills behind the town to see the nearby villages. The asphalt highway has been paved everywhere, all the way up to the mountains. Standing in front of the passenger station to look at the north and east of the mountain peaks, a shrouded in clouds, full of mystery. The road is very flat, the town is very quiet, very little smoke and fire, just looking for fast food a small restaurant, actually no, there are two or three are far away from the roadside, are open to outsiders, it seems that the local people's sense of doing business is very backward.
I didn't eat breakfast. Hiking up the mountain along the highway, there were sparse commuters in the village walking to work in the town at 7:00 a.m. There were also farmers with flat stretcher picking crops to sell in the town.
The air was fresh, only the weather wasn't so good that you couldn't see the sun, and the road was lined with rice paddies, sugar cane fields, and banana plantations, with broad-leafed plantain trees and fruitful unguent trees everywhere. Following the concrete road alongside the terraced fields, I kept plowing up through a village of a dozen or so families, I didn't stop because I couldn't see a single idle person, everyone was busy with their own business. All the way up the hill, the stone-built terraces are meticulously layered, and a few ducks are swimming leisurely in the rice paddies. Farmers under heaven are all equally laborious. There is wild bamboo along the roadside.
I stood mesmerized in front of a stone the size of a house, next to which was a large tree. I scampered up a flight of stone steps, wanting to try and see if my leg strength had dropped. After all, it was straight up and down, and I was still panting heavily when I reached the top. Standing on the hill overlooking the town, white smoke billowed from the smokestacks of one or two factories among the scaled roofs.
Occasionally a farmer on a motorcycle passes me on his way up the hill to work. The mountains here are not high, only two or three thousand meters, high-voltage power lines connecting every village, they are at least goodbye to the darkness, as for entertainment, watching TV? Even if the programs are foolish, they can at least see the outside world. Will there be primitive villages in the mountains? Just be afraid that what you see and hear when you go there are common things, I think. Now farmers are building a small house, at least the masonry structure of the tiled house, the standard of living is, after all, improved.
The first time I saw a woman selling sugarcane, she was looking at her cell phone, listening to music, and waiting for a buyer.
We went to the farmer's market behind the inn to eat, and the stalls selling fruits, spices, vegetables, and meat filled the market, and it was very crowded with people carrying handbaskets and passing sideways. People's dress is simple and natural, but I always feel a few years behind than the mainland.
Back to the inn to rest. In the afternoon, I went to the passenger station and asked, there is no car to Mojiang, the ticket agent said you must first to Yuanjiang and then reverse to Mojiang. I bought a ticket and waited in the waiting room, there are a few people playing cards in front of the door to bet a small amount of money, they are so involved in the game, actually as if no one else, as if the whole world is the table in front of them.
At this time the sun came out, I put the luggage on the bench, boldly to the roadside to take a few close-up pictures of the mountains. I've been waiting for 40 minutes for the car to leave, and this time all the county road, the road is very narrow, two buses will be, must have a first stop on the side of the road to wait for the first one to pass through. This road is very thrilling, all the mountain road, after a corner, the roadside sign prompts: this is prone to traffic accidents, has killed 18 people, please drive carefully. I pinched a sweat, but the driver is oblivious, skillfully maneuvering the vehicle circling up and down. Passing a small roadside school, the entrance was crowded with parents and even grandparents pushing bicycles and riding tricycles as they waited to pick up their children from school. Poor parents, I thought.
We stopped for ten minutes at a small station at noon, when the weather was completely fine, and the green hills and white buildings under a blue sky and white clouds brought a wonderful mood.
It was noon when I arrived at Yuanjiang, and I felt that it was hotter here than in Gashan. The county is not big, and the area around the station is very dirty, and the narrow road is lined with small restaurants that are boiling with grease and dirty water all over the place.
I bought a ticket to Mojiang, the car started in the evening, through the county some very clean streets, roadside buildings are brand new, the roadside is a large slip sell all kinds of fruit vendors. The driver stopped the car at the Yuanjiang toll station and carried some large tin boxes into a yard, filling every gap in the car with a fishy odor, probably loaded with seafood.
The whole highway, the bus through a tunnel, darkness, the tunnel two rows of bright lights, the shadow of the mountain dimmed down, the road is wide and flat, so-called light road.
To Mojiang, it was already more than 8:00 pm.