It was May 5, 2012, that is, 8 years ago today, 30 years old, began the first life travel.
At that time, "say go" has not been circulated in the network, similarly, there will be more "the world is so big, I want to go to see", but the long term work of the desktop let me tired, a restless heart and can not wrap that! The blood of the free, let me have long been stupid.
I called the head and said, I want to take leave to ride Tibet, the head said: that's fine! I'm not sure how long it's going to take, but it's going to take a while. I said a month (which was not the case), I then made a second call to my mom at home, who said: then be safe!
So, I told my friend, who was also the owner of the store, Daguang, and he helped me. We studied for 2 days, and he used the parts on my mountain bike to help me reassemble a reasonable bike for Tibet, and at the same time, he gave me a frame during the difficult time of the business, so that I could take his dream to travel far away! Thank you brother! I'll always remember that!
I couldn't wait any longer, so on May 5, I remembered that it was an incredibly comfortable and sunny morning, I packed my bag, said goodbye to my parents, and went to the front of the store to take a picture of me with my bike and send it to Dahiro, and at the same time I wrote on the window of the store, with a marker, "Dahiro, I'm leaving, and I wish you good luck in your life and good business. I wish you all the luck in the world and good luck in your business!"
Then, I got on my bike and set off on my journey from Beijing to Lhasa with the sun rising!
At 8 o'clock, I received a text message from Daguang: brother! I'm proud of you, be safe and have a safe trip!
I especially remember receiving the text message when I happened to pass by Chang'an Street, looked up at the wide street has been a rush of traffic, and I, no longer one of them, indescribable feelings welled up in my heart. Looking toward Tiananmen Square that moment, the heart silently said, see you in two months! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that!
I used an old Lenovo cell phone to take pictures all the way to the record, it does not have high-definition picture quality and cool light and shadow, but, enough!
Why Chengdu? I'm not a lone ranger, I prefer to talk and laugh together, so I got to know "Old Money", "Two Sisters", "Old Wolf", "Ding'er", " I have met "Lao Qian", "Er Sister", "Old Wolf", "Ding Er", "Er Qi", "Xiao Ying", "Long Xing", and "Gu", all of these are my brothers and sisters on the Sichuan-Tibet route with the same sweet ****.
This also means that I have to cross Hebei, Henan and Shaanxi to reach Chengdu, Sichuan in half a month, along the national highway for more than 2,300 kilometers, well, no matter what, the first step of the ride will be to die in the end.
When I left, my card and cash were less than 20,000 yuan, and my parents and friends repeatedly told me that I didn't have enough money to give a call.
But people have to be self-aware, how much energy to do how many things, understand what they want, so some of the savings will have to endure.
Yes, finding the post office was one of the fun things I did along the way, when I set out I got my mom to ask for a cloth pocket cut into a square shape, drew a map of the route on it, and then as soon as I saw the post office was open I'd go in and stamp the appropriate location, some places required me to buy a stamp before I could stamp it, it was a rule. I actually drew two copies of this in one ****, one now hangs on the wall of the car store.
But it wasn't because of the stamp that I came in this time! It's because...
Just out of Gaobeidian riding on the road on the feeling of someone behind shouting, look back, catch up a little brother, is the following this. Coincidentally, it is also to go to Tibet, his car back inserted a military shovel, I asked him what to do? He said that if you meet bad people in Tibet can be a weapon for defense, I laughed and said: brother, forget it, in the plateau area oxygen is thin, where you still have the strength to wield a shovel? He nodded, too, a mail home to go ...
In the fast-entering Shijiazhuang boundary, has been a team of three people.
The road meets the opposite direction of the ride from the car friends, the rear rack of the duffel bag stacked high, only one arm, he saw us huffing and puffing, and even said: this is good, see you guys I'm solid. He is from Hunan, riding all the way north, the north is relatively tall, less an arm of his lack of security. I said, don't worry about it, the northern people are straight to the point, not what you think so rude and tough do not understand reason. Because of their respective trips, in this moment of intersection, with a photo to retain the memory of the opposite side.
One night later, because of the time, I said goodbye to the two of them alone forward, see you in Lhasa!
That is, the day I left them, busy with the rush I rode more than 150 kilometers, I have to rush to Handan to stay, these days riding too hard, the car to do a little maintenance. In the distance from Handan there are more than 40 kilometers when the sky is dark, I know to reach Handan must be very late, so the poor 2G signal contact to Handan a Merida car store, told me the situation, the other mouth promised to wait for me, no matter how late!
I arrived at 10pm, and it was a newly opened store, and the owner and his wife were waiting for me.
At that time, Tibet was not as common as it is now, and it was still an extremely new thing for people in small cities. Knowing that I was going to go to Lhasa by bike, the boss was also very excited, and he said that every cyclist has a dream of riding a bicycle to break into the world, and so did he, and that supporting his family slowed him down.
The boss called for a midnight snack and helped me find a nearby hotel to stay. The next day, to the store, handed me a brand new car, brother, maintenance is not charged! Be sure to refuel!!! I'm sure you'll be able to find me again in Handan!
Touched! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it!
Leaving Handan, west, into the border of Henan Province to stay in Tangyin County, a moment of disorientation, mistakenly into a village, just in time for the market, easy to go out.
The second day from Tangyin to Zhengzhou, about the accommodation point I have some hesitation, 85 kilometers of Xinxiang is a little close, 160 kilometers of Zhengzhou is a little far away, forever, random it. As a matter of fact, the time I reached Xinxiang was 4:30 pm, and I didn't hesitate at all to continue on the road, but I was too confident in myself.
Ride to 9:00 pm, I am still 40 kilometers from Zhengzhou on the expressway, a big truck lifted the dust and piercing cry are to me: this should not be at this time of cyclist demonstrations and protests, in the persistence of 5 kilometers, I stopped at a roadside service area of the national highway, in the knowledge that there is no empty room when I end of the bowl of noodles soaked for a long time a butt! I sat down on the door step. Looking at the big cars coming in and out of the gas station, I thought I'd try to see if I could get a ride to Zhengzhou.
After a few rejections, a kind man did his best to make room for my bike, Zhang, a Zhoukoudian man, from the face you can see his simple side, not talkative, but every word and every gesture makes people's hearts indescribably happy.
He called his sister-in-law to the back seat so that I sat in the passenger seat, said you are tired to sleep for a while, into Zhengzhou after I sent you directly to the place where you live, tired me obediently fell asleep, passing the Yellow River Bridge when Zhang called me to see, a dark, missed the first encounter with the Yellow River.
Now I still keep in touch with Mr. Zhang, I will send my blessings to the language of the festivals, for Mr. Zhang, I have always been in the heart of the silent: good people, a lifetime of peace!
12:00 pm, after a bath, change into clean civilian clothes, a relaxed, to the street downstairs to eat late-night snacks, a bowl of wontons, a few skewers, a bottle of beer, eliminating the day's labor.
This night's sleep is very heavy, and then set off at 9 o'clock, the target Luoyang!
Ferry over the Luohe Bridge, the rain stopped, the street lamps shine on the wet ground, the shadow of a single Yi. See in front of a cyclist quickly catch up, while chatting while traveling, his family lives in downtown Luoyang, just off work, because of the rain so now only go, into the city, he took a detour to bring me to the door of a youth hostel, and then quietly left. I can't believe I didn't ask his name, it's just such a common man with a kind face.
After checking into the hostel, I turned all my luggage out to dry, and took my bike apart to clean and dry it because it was soaking wet.
At the same time, I made a decision to take a day off in Luoyang!
I slept through the rest of the day, and because I was worried about water in the vehicle bearings, I went out to find a car store to maintain the vehicle, and learned that they were going to organize a night ride at night, so I went there with them, and I rode without a heavy pack that night! The first time I saw this, I had to go back to the hotel, the shopkeeper invited me to eat a meal of Henan chowder, he said: brother, this chowder is the most authentic, do not forget this bowl of noodles to leave Luoyang!
The next day, the vehicle started its journey with a new look, I don't quite understand whether I am the rain god in the legend, as long as a clean bike, the next day there will always be a destiny of rain poured me nothing.
When I arrived in Sanmenxia today, I could only describe the roads as terrible, the rain alone was bearable, but the cinderblocks along the way beat me to a pulp, and the 20 RMB hostel I stayed in was a bit of a disaster.
Road through the Lingbao, climbed a big steep slope, at the top do in the roadside stalls, the big sister to do a cold skin, and she complained that the car does not have fenders, rain cover can not prevent the rain at all. Big sister silently ran into the house, took out the red silk cloth to me sewed a rain cover.
Later, I have been using it to reach Lhasa, until back to Beijing, it has been my guardian angel.
Out of Henan, across the Yellow River to Huayin County in Shaanxi
All the way, I never encountered a rainy day again, was it because I didn't wipe the car?
In the Weinan roadside store met back in Xi'an little brother, all the way before and after, he blocked the wind for me, 30 kilometers into Xi'an, Yuan in an overpass and I parted ways, he has a strong Shaanxi dialect, said you must be in Xi'an good food to eat, here's a good food very good!
When I first came to Xi'an, I chose to go to the Hui Min Snack Street for the bibimbap and the specialty Ice Peak soda, but of course, I won't go to the Snack Street as a foreign tourist.
Xi'an, in fact, I came once, it was a few years ago on business, in Xi'an stayed a few days, in the city wall rode a bike, this is my only impression.
Looking at the calendar on my phone, there are still a few days left before May 20, but the Qinling Mountains after Xi'an no longer allow me to travel at this speed. On the day I rested in Xi'an, I inquired at the bus station about a shuttle bus to Chengdu the next morning, and decided to hitchhike to Guangyuan to speed up my progress.
But the lovely driver hard to pull me to Mianyang, he said, little brother, I don't charge you money, you talk to my brother more, hey, big brother you really a picture of warm-hearted ah!
Mianyang to Chengdu is only a day's drive, I slowed down the pace, but instead of being caught up by the two big brothers, coincidentally we are the same brand of frame! During lunch they said that the Qinling had been over for 4 days and was too steep and difficult to climb.
On May 17th, yes, this is the day, through the smoky Deyang, I came to Chengdu, to the meeting place of me and my brothers in Sichuan and Tibet: Jiulongding Inn.
After 13 days and 1600 kilometers of riding, I explained to myself that I was doing a pull for Tibet.
During the two days in Chengdu, my teammates and I quickly blended and familiarized ourselves with each other; we ate hot pot together, drank tea together in Jinli, went to Chunxi Road to see beautiful women together, and wrote and drew on the walls of the inn about our freedom together!
If I were given the choice again, I would definitely go over the Qinling Mountains, a mountain that stretches for hundreds of kilometers until now, and is still my cycling dream!
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