Route:
0 Day0Shanghai-Lanzhou
1 Day1Lanzhou-Lhasa
Day2Yaowang Mountain Viewing Platform
3 Day3Da Zhao Monastery
4 Day4Lhasa-Basongtso Scenic Spot
Day5Badongtsokchuan Lake-Loksong Village
6 Day6Namcha Barwa Peak- Danyang Sand Dunes-Bayi Town
7 Day7 Linzhi-Lhasa
8 Day8 Lhasa-Namucuo
9 Day9 Lhasa-Yangtse Yungtse-Sanding Monastery-Lhasa
10 Day10 Lhasa-Kunming-Shanghai
About Physical Acclimatization
Van Gogh
This is the concern for almost everyone who has returned The problem. My mom heard on the radio somewhere that some people seriously rebel by driving an RV into Tibet. Knowing I was going there she kept reminding me that I would have a rebellion and she was in a state of extreme worry. I had gone before with a long allergy cough, but luckily no lung inflammation. So I also took the herbal medicine prescribed by my doctor the whole time and couldn't stop the medicine.
The trip was at the end of April, and the rhodiola in early April. So I also chose to fly to Lanzhou and take a train to Tibet, and experience the legendary Sky Road on the way.
I arrived at 10 o'clock in the morning. I didn't pay too much attention to the vague pain that I had been maintaining on the train, I just reminded myself to go slowly, and then slowly again. Checked in to the hotel and slept for a while, but woke up soon after. Then it was all hands on deck for the walk to the Potala Palace on Deji South Road, which was covered in willows. The first day in the time machine felt like I was 80 or 90 years old. If I walked faster, I would noticeably feel my heart beating faster. Even when I listen to fast-paced music, I feel my heart racing. At night the players gather for kickoff and my blood oxygen is 88, which isn't too bad. After watching Mayday live at the Dalian train station, it was finally time to get ready for bed. It's been a long night. I had a headache and wanted to throw up. I'm afraid to cover up for fear of catching a cold, and I'm sweating under the covers. Learning is the first time to feel good, do not jump around.
The next day, in the afternoon I went for a walk in the downtown area of the Da Zhao Temple. After dawn, I slept for a while, I missed the time gap to visit the interior of the Potala Palace. Reservations are required after May 1, so there was no suitable time to go back this time. Whether I felt regret or regretted it in retrospect, it didn't seem to be the case. The nervousness and discomfort was real the first time too. I would make the same choice again for the rest of the trip to go well. Without a script for our lives, we learn to be honest with ourselves and the world as we make choice after choice.
The next day, after the citywalk at the Da Zhao Temple, I still felt a vague pain in my temples. I went back and took painkillers and was lucky to get a night's sleep. Over the next few days I was at least able to sleep, although I woke up often and slept very briefly as I was filled with worry. From Lhasa to Linzhi and back again, I was lucky not to repeat the nightmare of the first day.
Dry
Coming to the west, I would feel noticeably dry. After a few days, it was obvious that my hands were dry. My leader reminded me to drink plenty of water, but I often had to balance the need to find a restroom in the car. Bringing hand cream was good advice.
Sun-resistant
Glasses and sunscreen, as warned in various tips, and don't forget that while you won't get a tan right away in just a week, you'll still get a tan. When I didn't get off the bus, a busload of people, both men and women, were slathering on the sunscreen. It's not just the sun protection that counts, but the sunburn and even peeling.
50 yuan of the Potala Palace, full of Tibetan Buddhist history of the Da Zhao Temple, missed the peach blossom but still picturesque Linzhi, mysterious shy Namcha Barwa, serene and beautiful Yangzuo Yongcuo, all the way to the snow yaks and streamers.
Every time, you can feel the beauty of the scenery from the admiration of partners. A bit of composition seems like wallpaper.
It seems like the surprise started when we stepped on the train to Lhasa.
The long-lost loess, snow-capped mountains, blue sky and white clouds, which should be ordinary natural scenes, have now become precious images on earth.
Looking at Qinghai Lake again
Because the sunlight is just right, the Qinghai Lake from afar is even more beautiful than what you saw before staying at the lake. The blue water of the lake is like the deepest eye. Once noticed, it is hard to live up to this deep and beautiful, so it attracts all your attention. The blue sky, textured white clouds, a line of grayish-yellow shores, the intoxicating water of the lake, and a few sheep nearby. It was a beautiful serenity that only the eye can register.
The train that sped by at 5 p.m. was supposed to be a familiar sunset, but now it was like the blazing midday sun outside the window. When we arrived in Golmud at 7:30 p.m., it was still light, and Mom and Dad on the other end of the phone had already walked home. The train hadn't slept well last night and had gotten up so early that it was light after seven. There was obviously a thin layer of snow on the grass next to the train tracks. I don't know what kind of wind, rain and snow we climbed yesterday on our trip. Suddenly there is a feeling of life being prolonged, watching the sunrise and sunset seems to have become the luxury of time and space in life. The golden sunlight through the white lace curtains of the carriage fell right on the shoulders of the girl across the street. The girl whispered a few words to the boy traveling with her and then looked down at her cell phone. The years are quiet, and perhaps so are the years.
Basong Mistake
There was no obvious fatigue on the six-hour hike, and there were few other residents or tourists along the way. The local uncle who was the guide was very enthusiastic, explaining the various plants and functions along the way. Like an elder beside you and me, he liked to tell the legends with conviction, proudly and humbly praising his children. We imagined what Linzhi would look like with peach blossoms in full bloom, forgetting to see through the cracks of the trees the different levels of plants spread vertically between the blue sky and white clouds. We wanted to distinguish them, but forgot to say anything. When there is sunlight, every frame is a good way to wash your eyes.
Namcha Barwa
This 7782m peak has never been conquered by humans and is also known as the Shy Lady Peak all year round. I can't express my joy at seeing the clouds gradually dispersing. It seems that mountains always show their majesty in a low profile, letting you see the smallness of human beings. I really feel fated and grateful to have met you.
This is the village of Sosong, where the Yarlung Tsangpo River flows through, at an altitude of 2700 meters. Standing on the edge of the cliff, you can see the canyon. The Yarlung Zangbo River in the textbook is like a small stream in front of the door at the moment. Only when it comes closer, the roaring water is a metaphor for grandeur. At the moment, the plains across the river are filled with lush greenery, with scattered families that seem to be countable. Their eyes look up at the rising altitude and snow-capped mountains. Clouds wander freely, engraved with the changes of time and set against the sun. Unlike the Tyndall phenomenon in the forest, the beams of light are always full of ambiguity. Here large clouds gather and large open spaces are vacant, so the sun shines directly on the green villages, bright and agile, like the legendary light of God that luckily descends on this place at your feet. It was my favorite sight by far.
About the people
There seems to be more interest in the ordinary people passing by than in the religious culture and essence of Tibetan Buddhism.
A cup of sweet tea for 80 cents at the Bright Tea House, everyone joked that it was clearly Asam milk tea. As a child, I remember going to the teahouse with my grandfather. My memories are filled with crowded benches and the smell of tobacco. It was crowded, but not particularly crowded. It didn't know there was smoke. There were locals everywhere, men and women. Some men are playing cards and then haa haa laughing. Some girls sit in rows. When we passed by, we just looked straight and waited for a while. The owner's wife was running around with a big teapot, filling it with sweet tea and taking tea money from the table. We outsiders are also curious about the story behind those eyes. Is this a place for them to relax and laze around, or is it a good place for them to socialize? They're chatting about the outside world or the same old faggots of life.
Not far away is still singing the history and legends of the seventh century A.D. The great Songtsen Gampo in the hearts of the Tibetans at the Da Zhao Monastery, really coincides with the memory of the portrait in the history textbooks. The story of the Buddha and the alpaca was mentioned many times along the way. Precious murals, exquisite thangka, a statue, slowly become my memory of the flavor of ghee lamp. Da Zhao Temple Square outside a woman with a very long head; Potala Palace outside a few days to see a long head of the old man; in Sandin Temple Broad Street, a pants behind the back of the iced tea, knees tied to the protection of the kowtow young people curiously looking at our little monk . After many days, it was still fresh in my mind, so I crossed my arms and plucked this heartstring.
Dazhaoji Lobsang said you can pray, but most of the prayers here are for the well-being of all beings, or at least for the happiness of everyone you know. It was a shocking moment. Nyima, Kagyu, Sakya, Gelugpa, can't tell the difference, but this passing explanation stayed for a long time. It seems that discussing their beliefs too much becomes a form of disrespect and lack of religious belief. What are our beliefs in our daily lives?
Uncle Feng always says that words overcome time, but I think maybe the faith of our common people can only overcome time with time.
You will be surrounded by people who have been doing the same job for 20 years. If you are sudden, you will have moments of amazement. When I think of Mayday, twenty years in the army, I don't believe it when I say that they were like children, dancing out of their girly moods. On the street, the teenagers became famous, experienced a comeback to the army, to develop the market in the mainland, married and had children, traveling around the world. Maybe they've traveled 99% of the places that five fans haven't. Maybe Chen Xinhong has seen what those places look like at four o'clock in the morning. Any 40-year-old adult around him or her suddenly feels like there's really wine and stories. There are always elements in thousands of humdrum lives that you can't understand until you're older. That's how thick and irresistible time is. Over time, the insistence of the bland becomes your own faith and the faith of more people. Chen Xinhong often emphasizes his luck on various occasions. I also think they are lucky. They are hardworking and talented people who are never the only ones. They are really lucky to have their voices heard by more people. But, but, life is never chicken soup. Most of the so-called successes are because yesterday was too close and tomorrow was too far away to start wanting to do more than just now, just to play in a band, just to enjoy the applause and the cheers. Become everyone's Mayday when, Shin often confessed that sometimes riding the tiger is difficult, the story behind the four words after laughing sounds a little sour. In the sight of fame, teenagers have been boundless, barefoot in the world is really ridiculous. If the suffering of life to sing, Mayday can not be everyone's Mayday. It turns out that life is like this, more tired and less miraculous. Everyone can find a frustration they can vicariously relate to, but Mayday is a footnote to the second half of the sentence. In this noisy world, they have been expressing their beliefs. What was originally a simple vernacular expression has silently overcome time as a group of people who have believed in it for twenty years has become a belief in ordinary life. The faggotry of life or school, work, love, became a fool and salty fish who insisted on their own strong character. Twenty years have traveled the earth in various unsuccessful incarnations, but have been expressing and encouraging themselves and everyone who hears Mayday. Shin always said sincerely that he hoped you could do what you love, and only hoped that Mayday would be the soundtrack to your journey. I think of a quote my boss sent me yesterday about leadership. The so-called successful people logic, there are always similar items can be merged, there is thinking, there is implementation, there is persistence.
We always admire those who have faith, or just because we don't believe enough.
On partners.
The second time I participated in the Scarecrow Long Line, I met friends of various personalities, a kind and childish Tibetan guide boy, and a lovely driver uncle. Because the night snow closed the mountain, 4700M Namucuo scenic play an hour; Suosong village night dancing around the fire, roasted mushrooms; with 400 m Yang Lake concave photo; 10 h drive, parking always in a hurry to find a toilet; about who is the angel of the game, this life can no longer draw the label; there is unfinished half of the handbook; homecoming to sum up the sunset outside the window; there are a variety of delicious not suitable for late-night poo. Everyone may have different reasons for encountering different stories. We see the same or different scenery, but also took away the feelings, courage and blessings of the journey.