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李欣峰Northern Wilderness, Solo Traverse of the Great Chang TangMr YANG Liusong, a Chinese who just finished the first solo traverse over Chang Tang by cycling from west to east in recorded human history, shared his stunning Expedition with all of us through the forum 8264 https//bbs.8264.com/thread-512349-1-1.html . In order to share his legendary journey with those who cannot read Chinese, I translate his story to English here, which has been approved by Mr YANG Liusong. Hope you guys enjoy it.为了让杨同学的传奇能让全世界的驴友分享，俺决定把杨同学的帖子翻译成英文。为了避免麻烦，俺先来个免责声明：1。杨同学不认识俺，也没有授权俺，如果他说不要翻译了那俺就随时终止；2。俺没有商业目的，译版版权归杨同学，俺啥也不要，也不承担法律责任；3。没有杨同学授权，不敢擅自发在国外网站，发在原帖处，荣誉归8264；4。俺英语水平有限，欢迎指正，欢迎转贴。 Northern Wilderness, Solo Traverse of the Great Chang TangBy Yang LiusongIt has been three months since I traversed the unpopulated region in the Great Chang Tang. There are many like-minded asking me about it. I now present this thread to briefly tell everybody about my journey.The starting point of this traverse was from the highest peak of the western part of the Tibetan plateau, Jieshan Daban, and the day was April 20, 2010.I was heading eastward passing Bungdag Co, Yanghu Co, Rola Co, and Kangzhagri Mountain, which crossed over the desolate region from west to east. The journey continued northward to enter the unpopulated area of Altun Mountains, through Hoh Xil Mountains, Kunlun Mountains, Whale lake, ..., finally met some people by the Aqqikkol Hu and then arrived in Huatugou by vehicle three days later and that day was July 5. It had been 77 days in total. I had been all alone 74 days after leaving Jieshan Daban until arriving inAqqikkol Hu, which was about 1400km and about four months.[The Great Chang Tang] In Tibetan, "Chang Tang" means northern empty wilderness while narrowly, means unpopulated region in northern part of Tibet. However, it actually indiCATes all of the no man's land in northern. The great Chang Tang includes desolate places in Northern Tibet, Hoh Xil, Alun Mountains, and Kunlun Mountains, which are interconnected to form the unique and super empty wilderness in the world. Only because Hoh Xil is the most known name, most people just think this vast land is equivalent to Hoh Xil. In reality, Hoh Xil is only a small piece of the Great Chang Tang both administratively and geologically. The Great Chang Tang, the last land to chase your freedom and dream.The route that I traversed ForeplayI arrived in Tibet in the early March, a couple of troubles bothered me. The brand new plug got its positive and negative wrongly connected; the rivets of my rucksack eASIly got broken from now and again; and a multi-functional charger got damaged and so on. Riding my bike to Ngari for warming up of this journey, lost my rucksack but later got it back; lost my camera bag and got it back later again, and finally lost a big bicycle pannier in the street of Gyangze town under the eyes of police, including clothes, solar panel and so on.Without much choice, I returned to Lhasa to adjust all the stuff I would need in the wilderness. Then I begged some luck by going to Nyingchi to enjoy the blossoms of peach trees and to take a hot spring bath. I even had the privilege to enjoy time with ten girls in the hot spring. I felt my bad luck had all gone and then returned to Lhasa again to prepare going to Ngari. I did not expect that I was cheated on by some hustler and lost some money and delayed my schedule for a week. I had to find a car myself quickly to Nagri. However, I lost the tool for fast-parting my rear wheel on my way to Nagri, where was a remote area in Tibet and nowhere to buy the tool. Even if there was one in Lhasa it would take at least ten days for a special delivery service. I was lucky that my mate Duola asked a driver to bring the tool for me from Lhasa. I thought there should be no more nightmare like this but the nozzle of my brand new multi-fuel stove was broken. The next day I tried everywhere to weld them back together. The first three shops could not do the welding for copper. The fourth one said they could do it but could not guarantee a sUCCess. The engineer said it would be ten Chinese yuans if it was a success. I agreed. Just in seconds, my nozzle became crap in a flash of lightening. I was so upset. Again, Duola helped me by bringing her own MSR oil stove and Dingding's sleeping bag to Nagri. That was already April 16 and I did not have much time to waste. The following day I found a vehicle heading to Jieshan Daban.The sand storm over Yarlung Zangbo RiverA lonely peach tree blossoming in Yarlung Zangbo Grand CanyonNatural hot spring in wild, me singing and drinking (photo by a friend of mine) Day 1(April 20), 16km, Camping 5192mIt was a truck with a full load of iron wastes, arriving in Jieshan Daban at 6'o clock in the morning. It was still night and extremely cold and dark. Driver was not bothered to pop his head out of the driving cab. I climbed up on the top of the iron wastes, taking my bicycle down. In a hurry, I punched my old water bag. Fortunately I had another MSR water bag given by a friend of mine otherwise I would definitely fail without even starting my journey. For the first time for me to set up the brand new tent in strong, cold winds. It would be impossible to do so if the tent was not a whole piece. Extremely cold outside, about -15C, might be lower than that, I put my head into the sleeping bag but was nearly suffocated to death, honestly. The smell of Dingding's sleeping bag was, lol, so extraordinary. I woke up around 11 o'clock. There were still strong winds outside so that I had to use my bodyweight to keep the tent in place. At the time when I just started to cook and eat, four patrolling soldiers approached me. To their surprise someone, in this season, camped in Jieshan Daban. I was so nervous and afraid they were the people to block my journey because I was caught and deported from the desolate land last year. Luckily the four soldiers did not know my destination and were very kind to me. After they left, I immediately packed my stuff and pushed my bike into the depths of the unpopulated area just in case anything unexpected happened.The bike was very heavy due to the provisions and hard to control. There was even a quite small hill that I had to remove my bike panniers to get over it. This really struck me because this happened even the path was still the hardship one at the moment and I could not imagine what I would do once I entered the uncertain, endless wilderness. Until now I had not met anyone, even the nomadic pastoralists. I remembered there were quite a few of them roaming at the edge of the northern Tibetan plateau last year. All of these indicated it was not the good pasture season in such low temperature and strong winds. Around 16km there was a sheep cote, where I passed it last year, east of Lungmu Co. I was exhausted at this point so that I decided to camp in here and to rest my head. After arranging tent everything I went out to look for the wetland discovered by Duola and Liumeng last year. I was determined to find it.There were many hot springs in the wetland which were underground water with a constant temperature. The wetland therefore became an ideal habitat for some fishes and weeds under such harsh weather, which was the very unique land feature of terrain in this over 5200m highland.Perpetual snow in the valley blown to corn shape by strong windsThis wetland was discovered by Duola and Liumeng. The workers at a nearby mine did not know it and I too missed it last yearUnderground water with a constant temperature, an ideal habitat for some fishes and weeds under such icy weather 感谢大伙儿支持和加分，不一一回复了。特别感谢多啦，希望能有机会一起喝酒吃肉。 Day 2 (April 21), 0km, Camping5192mBlustering gale all night, up and down like ocean waves. The next day rather than continuing to travel, I stayed inside the sheep cote, hesitating and pondering over. Indeed, there were so many problems before this journey;I did not have sufficient physical preparation;the load had already reached its limitation; I still coughed a lot;the weather was so extreme and cold. All in all, I did not think this journey was well prepared and I did not have confidence in completing this journey mentally and physically. To do, or not to do, it was the question. Similarly I did not have confidence in my facilities, not knowing whether all of them would work functionally or not. The fact was one of the rivets got broken again and the front rack came loose. In the afternoon, I replaced all the rivets of the panniers with screws I had prepared before. This was an excellent job I had done which gave me no further troubles throughout my whole journey. I also re-adjusted the front rack. However I did not think it would definitely all right because I did not have a tool to do it. When the darkness descended,I made up my mind to continue my journey, which, of course, was not beyond any imagination. Orchid-like weedsSmall springs everywhere, clear and chillyA thin layer of ice covering the fresh spring water The sheep cote, it was the door under the sleeping bag, which was in the same place as last year, everything looked like yesterdayThe wetland at duskLungmu Co at dusk. You could hear the gigantic sound of wind if the picture had a sound Day 3 (April 22), 52.4km, Camping 5145mGot up in the morning, could not put everything into the bags. Without much choice I had to throw away three portions of tsampa, elbow pads, and crampons. Following the road of the lead-zinicmine I found the side path to enter the wilderness, which was on the riverbed and very hard to see. I missed this side path last year so that I had to take a short cut into the wilderness directly then. That was why I had taken extra care to find the side path. The following journey was to get over a big hill, which lay 5275m above sea level and was the highest point of my whole journey. Around 2 o'clock in the afternoon, I passed the side path leading to Orba Co and started a journey which was complete strange to me. I ate a piece of pilot breads, which was frozen like rocks so that I had to use my spade to crush it. At 6 o'clock in the evening, I had pushed plus rode my bicycle for about 32 km. I reckoned I should have been able to double this if I did no carry such heavy load. The wind became stronger and stronger. I opened the parasail kits and tested it. The result was far beyond what I expected. With the aid of the strong wind I was just like flying over the wilderness. After 8 o'clock in the evening, I started to observe the water Source and to get ready to camp. Map showed there were successive springs along the path and assembled to puddles. But I had overestimated the water source here in this land and in this season there were endless wilderness inside the valley, where I could not see a single drop of water. As it became darker and darker, I felt a little bit nervous which resulted in three spokes of the parasail broken and became a useless rubbish. Anyway, it helped me to move forward 20km more which benefited me a lot later on. When time approached 9.30 pm, it was almost completely dark. I had to lie my bike on the ground and went on to try to find water on the north side of the valley. This was a wide and flat sandy land, where I could not see any ditches there and further was complete darkness. I returned to get my GPS to look up the contours and found the south part of the valley was closer to a hill so I took the way. Finally I found a piece of ice in a ditch. I smashed about 20litre of ice. The ice was quite shallow scattered with sheep poo. On my way back, my eyes were hurt by strong winds, which got me a couple of days to recover. It was nearly 23 o'clock after I set up the tent. It also took about 40 mins to melt the ice. I was so tired and my appetite was completely spoiled. I then had a little bit of milk. I had never expected thing would go like this, it was so distressing. Streams along the path, ice everywhereThe river flew into Matou Hu, in whose north part there was a satellite lake, a wonderful ice-skating court It took 40mins to melt the ice in midnight Day 4 (April 23), 31km, Camping 5028mA cloudy day with gusts. From now and again, hails chased me from behind. Sunny spell. Heavy sandy land made me have to push my bike. At 3pm, I arrived at Luxing Hu, where there was a house made of clay. This was the last permanent building of my journey. Last year, Duola and Liumeng once lived in this house for three days without meeting anybody. It seemed it was the same but the truck parking in front of the house made me worry about. I went to the sheep cote first to check over, where there were only a few lambs following me everywhere I went later on. This made me feel warm in my heart. I observed farther places using my binoculars but could not see any people or sheeps. After making sure there were no people around I opened the locked door using a screwdriver. The living room was very clean. There were two boxes of beverages on the ground and a string of cured lamb legs hanging over in the interior room. A pot of water was on the top of the stove, lukewarm, which indicated the host must be not far away from his home. I filled up my water bag and left the house. I also put the screws back to the door in order not to leave any trace of my visiting. I then took a spanner from the toolbox of the truck, which gave me great help for the rest of the journey.I left the house as quickly as possible. After last year's experience, the nomadic pastoralists were the last people I wanted to meet. A few hundred meters away from the house, the vehicle traces were fading fast. Even downhill, I had to push rather than to ride because of the heavy loose sand. From the route point of view, only after Luxing Hu it was the real unpopulated land. After many days, I thought of the lamb legs from time to time. It was pity that I then had plenty of provisions and the bike was too heavy to carry anything more. Continue to melt the ice under the morning sunshine, all of the sheep poo had been removed carefullyCamping site, the little hill over there was the place where I got the ice last nightThe house by the Luxing Hu, empty, the last permanent building I saw throughout my journeyDay 5 (April 24), 19.8km, Camping 4951mSet off at 10.30 in the morning, the weather was similar to yesterday. Probably this road was the high plain or somewhere the wind passed so that it was so windy. The average wind speed was degree 6 but could reach degree 9 in the blick of an eye. The road was still full of sand and very heavy to walk on it. My eyes became worse under such harsh weather. About three o'clock in the afternoon, I saw something in my right, looked like antenna. I went closer to see what it was and found out it was an iron tower (the triangulation station). In 1970s, a joint team from Chinese three military regiments entered this area doing research. They have left a lot of triangulation stations and benchmarks, which I had the priviledge to see them today.At dusk, I approached to a spring by the Bungdag Co, which flew into the frozon lake. The sand and soil, brought by the strong wind, scattered on the surface of the ice all over the lake. There were so many cracks around the icey surface of the lake. I geussed it must be caused by the springs under the water rather than by melted ice. In the west of the Bungdag Co was the side path leading to Keriya Pass, where a SUV could reach directly. I had looked out any vehicle Tracks but failed. The cloudy sky started to snow. I set up the tent comfortably because I knew that I was safe having such a sweet spring beside me.Triangulation station erected by scientists from the joint research team on Chang Tang of three military regiments in 1971[size=+0]The gap between water and ice in Bungdag Co, I guessed there must be some springs under the lakeThe storm just above the ground, a chaotic darkness[size=+0]Icy Bungdag Co,one of the four biggest lakes in Northern Tibet, wild ducks flying over this vastness and lonenessSnowing at any time, should not happen so frequently like this in this seasonDay 6 (April 25), 4.3km, Camping 5002mWeathering landforms everywhere around this area. Spongy volcanic rocks could be found easily. I pushed my bike turning around a small hill, seeing a big river, the Yinshui He, flowing from Orba Co into Bungdag Co, which I had been to its upstream last year. It was also a passage for animal migration. The downstream of the river was extremely wide and broad. The thickess of the ice layer could reach one meter with the main stem in the middle course of the river, very deep. There were a few springs along the river, sweet and clear.I only went forward a little bit more than 4km but I had walked more than 20km for finding my way. It was not possible to cross the main stem, let alone the north bank of Bungdad Co. What I could only do was to try to find a shallow place to cross. But the southern area was a even larger piece of wetland and forced the road turn towards west. I spent a couple of hours but failed to find a good point to cross the river. In the afternoon, I decided to follow the edge of the wetland. When I reached the hill foot, the wetland finally disappeared. Around this area, there were clearly volcanic feature of terrain and I even found traces of pasturing and cairns made from volcanic rock.Here was the last pasturing trace I found throughout my journey, I guessed it was a summer pasture area. After this, there was no clear sign of human activities in this vast wilderness. I had been looking for my ways until it was dark. I made up my mind where to go TOMOrrow. The terrain here looked like Yardang landforms, as well as volcanic landforms The Yinshui He river from Orba CoSprings scattered all over the river bank, painted green by lovely algaeThe river was very deep. The mixture of green and amber colour showed the sand and mud carried by the melted iceThick layer of ice, sunken surface caused by strong gustsThe south course of the Yinshui He, countless small streams. To the right was the wetlandLooking for ways in the east, a trace of pasturing and the cairn made from spongy volcanic rocksMy camp, opposite to the hillDay 7 (April 26), 11km, Camping 5009mI moved forward to the direction I found yesterday, turning around the wetland and walking toward east. At 2pm, I was blocked by the zigzag Yinshui He again and I had no choice but to cross it. The river was about 700m wide, covered by ice which appeared very different. The hanging ice, the folding ice, the piling-up ice, the icy puddle, and the sleet were everywhere along the river bank. Having noticed all of these, I reckoned the river would be receding at dusk, which was why there were so many different shapes and forms of ice. I put my slipper on, going into the main stream of the river. I found there were at least three different courses of the river, the thickness of the surface ice varied and the river water reached above my knees. I sighed there would be no way back once I crossed this river. There are many ways in one's life too, you can only take it once and you will no long have the courage to repeat it.I pushed the bike crossing the river. Some of the ice was a bit soft, jamming the tyres so that I had to use my feet to break them first. Some of the ice was a bit thick but with half-melted underneath, sticking the the bike completely, some of the ice was half-water half-ice with a sandy riverbed, which was really hard to pass. I had to remove all of the panniers at the last stage of the crossing. I spent the whole four hours to cross the river, my legs got many bloody cuts. At 6pm, the surface ice was almost disappeared completely, the river level rapidly rising to a chaotic status. I thought if I hesitated a little bit at that time, I could not have the courage to cross this river under such circumstances. The river bank was unimaginably sandy and was quite steep. I had to unloaded the panniers again to reach the top of the bank. By the time of sunset, the weather became exceptionally good. The sunlight from the descending sun, the blue sky, the faint moon, .... I liked such a colorful and peaceful Chang Tang and very much enjoyed my camp and myself bathed in such beautiful colour.The ice like this was very thin and suspended, far away from the main stemHard surface with half-melted underneath, the soft sand at the botton was most scaryThe ice like this could easily jam the wheels, hard to get it outI had to unload the panniersChaotic water and terrible hails turned up in no timeThe Chang Tang at the moment liked it used to be,a mixture of cold and warm tones under the golden setting sun Day 8 (April 27), 14.6km, Camping 5112mLast night, I forgot to bring in the odometer, which was out of order due to the coldness in midnight. Since then I used GPS to check the mileage. The digital thermometer was no longer working. I had to use mercury thermometer to collect data. Night temperatures were basically between –15℃—–20℃ while the temperature inside my tent was about –10℃. The advantage of the integrated tent was that it limited the ventilation so to keep warm inside. However, it got clearly disadvantage of heavy condensation and dew. Every morning, there was plenty of frost inside the tent so that I had to put my hood on First Before fully getting dressed. The winds in Chang Tang finally became consistent with the pattern I had researched the other day no or very tiny wind in the morning, strong wind started after 2pm, and then at around 8pm its strength was reduced again. The accuracy of this prediction was about 80%.The road was very bad today. I walked whole afternoon in an ancient riverbed and it was so difficult that I had to use all of my strengths to move a small step forward and then to stop to breath, slower than a snail. After five hours' struggling, my eyes got wet when I saw the grassy river bank. Finally! The nightmare was over.Cold and clear morningHeavy morning condensation in the interior, a lot of frost to clearSuch dawning sunlight indicated a cloudy day ahead Day 9 (April 28), 18km, 5072mIn the morning I entered a range of sandy roads which were so terrible. The solar panel specially designed for GPS got short circuited. After checking it was found to be the diode got damaged. Luckily I got a replacement. Because the GPS was exclusively supplied by a solar panel so that it was no longer a problem for the power supplement of GPS. In a period of 70 days, I did replace the battery once, which saved me a lot of alkaline batteries. I did have another solar panel of 5.4 W which was used specifically for 7.5V Camera, DV and other digital facilities. Unlike water, I had never been short of power.At 7pm in the evening, I arrived at Pur Co. The surface of this lake was very odd the ice by the river bank rose and the river bank was broken, I reckoned that was due to the strong winds. The ice there was mingled with something yellow, could be the stain of alkali. There were many wild yaks on the other side of the lake. There could be two brown bears but I could not be for certain. On the east side of the lake, there was a peninsula leading to the centre of the lake. I camped just opposite to the peninsula. At night , I smashed the ice to get drinking water, which tasted alkali. For the first time I cooked the cereals, which was brought completely by accident. This was just because I found there was a little bit of extra space when I was in Nagri packing the stuff for this journey so that I bought two packs of cereals. It tasted disgusting, probably there was too much alkali in the water. I threw away half of it. Later I realised that probably I subconsciously felt that the provisions was so heavy. I would rather make it lighter at any cost.Dry all my stuff in the morning sun, a routine matterA faint dusk in Pur CoThe river bank pushed up by ice and opened like zipper by gustsThe pushed up surface of the iceThe place where I got my drinking water, a thin layer of ice behind the ablation corns The moment just before sun set, glittering Pur Co, nothing was the same差点儿没找到俺自己的帖子，原来变色了。多谢各位鼓励。 Day 10 (April 29), 16km, Camping 5141mIn the morning, I walked around the north bank of the Pur Co， where it were continuous ups and downs sprinkled with light yellow sprouts across the sparse grassland. The wild yaks clustered into small groups. All of a sudden, there was a group of five of them running towards me, blowing a huge cloud of dust with the power of thunderbolts,I believed that anyone who did not know the characters of the wild yaks must be frightened to death under such circumstances. The fact was the wild yaks in groups never injured people. Rushing to you just to show you its territory. When they approached people at certain distance, they would turn sharply and run away, and then stopped somewhere high to stare at you. You can not imagine that the wild yaks were very cautious animals compared with its almost one ton of weight. Their first reaction, when meeting people, was to raise their tails, the front hooves rubbing against the ground, the horns pointing forward, the eyes redden, and the long body hair shaking, all of which showed their determination to fight.This was the warning sign that you should retreat. However, you should realise that this was only a gesture that they were afraid of you and wanted to scare you away. The thing was that if you were not afraid of them and moved forward, they would run away in no time. There were only some mad yaks attacking people, which was really rare to happen. In Chang Tang, an experienced driver know that it is very dangerous to pass directly from two or three lonely wild yaks. They always tried to avoid confronting them directly. If this was not possible, they would lit a cigarette, smoking, to wait until the yaks walked away themselves. This was because the wild yaks really could attack vehicles, which was not completely rumors. I once asked them why I had not been attacked. They told me that because my bike was so small they would not be bothered to attack it. My own experience was that approaching a wild yak very slowly, do not look into its eyes, and ignored what it was doing. As long as it moved forward a little bit, just stop and give the yaks a little bit of time to think. Because if you forced the yak, it could be themost dangerous animal in the world and nothing could stop them killing. Even a gunshot could not kill it but only left a small hole in its skin. In the past, the nomads living near this land would use yaks' skin as chopping board which was very much endurable. At noon, I lost my balacLAVA, which was brand new and I had never used it once. I could not be bothered to go back tofind it. This resulted in that I had to have my fleece hat day and night in the rest of my journey, which did not provide fully protection from the sun in the plateau. But somehow I was all right, perhaps because my skin is similar to those of yaks, lol. At around half past one, I found a deserted Jeep, upside down. I felt it could be there for years and it could be the vehicle of someillegal HUNTERs. Nowadays, we have wildlife conservation reserves in Chang Tang and the animals here are well protected. However, some people kills the wild yaks to sell them as the domestic yak's meat. In general, it is worth 10,000 Chinese yuans for a single wild yak. Therefore many people take the risk to make money. They often enter the unpopulated areas to hunt and their activities can reach 200 km in diameter. This is why the wild yaks in the deep wilderness are less afraid of people than thoseat the boundaries of the Chang Tang region.There once happened that a wild yak mother revenged its baby's murder in the Altun mountains. Its horns pierced the killer's chest and held his body over its head for more than ten days, which was very touching.Around 3pm, I walked out of the Pur basin. The next point was Hong Shan Daban and then it was the Yueya Hu by the Toze Gangri. At this time I found a vehicle track from south to north. I checked over but could not find the way where they had gone. I took my map, GPS, and compass, climbing up a small hill to estimate the location of Hong Shan Daban. The mountain was very round and it was hard to find the mountain pass. After determining the location of the Daban, I moved straightforward. When I passed a messy grassland, I saw something that I was reluctant to see more than hundreds of wild yaks' head scattered all over, which was definitely the scene of the illegal hunting. After that it was a very long ancient river bed with soft sand slowly rising until the foot of the mountain.There are some spines on the surface of the tongues of wild yaks, which are used by nomads in this area as combs. They use them from their teens to the time when their hair becomes silver.The deserted Jeep, could be left by illegal hunters years agoThe slaughtered wild yaks with the wheel size heads. Some of the skulls were chopped into half. Why was that? Could be taken away for making combs?My camp at the foot of the Daban underthe lingering golden rays of the setting sun. Tomorrow's weather must be wonderful, I reckoned Day 11(April 30)， 20.4km, Camping 5120mThe surface of the road leading to Hong Shan Daban was very hard, most of them were small rocks, sort of gravels, plus a quite long downhill slope, I pushed my bike more than 20km for the first time after Luxing Hu. The mountain pass was quite flat, just like a broad ridge, it was 5256m above the sea level. Upon arriving at the pass, Toze Gangri of 6356m was in my sight clearly, very much round and there was no back bone like normal snow covered mountains. Most of the snow mountains in Chang Tang looked like this probably it was due to the geological movements. There were quite a few chirus or Tibetan antelopes in the valley but I was not interested in this kind of animals anymore after I witnessed a large scale of migration of such animals last year elsewhere.The herbivorous animals here are very quick to reach its original size of the population, such as wild yaks, chirus, Tibetan gazelle, pika, and marmot. When you go into the depths of the Chang Tang, you could hardly be surpised by the sudden appearance of the chirus because they are so common in here. At this time of year, the chirus have already male-female parted. You could see many pregnant female chirus but hardly see any males. According to recent research, Zonag Co is not the only lake for breeding. There are at least four of them in the whole Chang Tang. Zonag Co, Tuzi Hu, Heishi Beihu, and another lake I can not remember. I think there must be more than four of them and most of the populations do not migrant long way like most people used to think. They generally migrant from south to north between Central Mountains and Kunlun Mountains.The chirus looks very timid but are very curious about outside world. They are not really afraid of people, particularly in the depth of the Chang Tang. The nearest distance we can approach is about 30m. They just stare at you calmly and think who you are and why you move so slow. They would run in front of you. Look like they are afraid of you but the fact is they are playing with you. A man's own character shapes his fortune. This is of course suit for animals too. The chirus are the typical one. They have a super speed and a pair of sharp antlers. If they are crazy, three of them work together could easily kill a wolf. But as you might have known, their antlers are just for fighting to mate with females.Down the Daban there was a very steep and straight road, I tried to ride the bicycle but ended up with falling over. The front rack came loose and one of the pannier flew into valley. The foot of the mountain was the Yueya Hu covered by ice, which was alake full of heavy metal elements. Along the lake bank there were many stark rocks very much weathered, lining up just like castles or houses. This made me stop to investigate what they were from time to time, I did understand they were just rocks though but they were so real like the figures of real people. On of them even made me hide in a ditch, observing them again and again using my binoculars. There were also many black volcanic rocks. All in all, the features of this area were really unusual.Passed over the Yueya Hu, it was an endless ancient lake bed. What my GPS showed was this area was a big lake like tentacles. I looked around, it was endless wilderness without a piece of ice and a drop of water. Roughly, I estimated this lake bed was about 1200 square meters. I had to tell you that Chang Tang was a place where there was no high-resolution map. The marks in the map often were some kind of memory. Just like this ancient lake bed under my feet, may be it was full of water a few years ago. Who knows. Pushing the bike in such an endless lake bed was very easy to get lost. My mind was in a chaotic status too.The migration of the animals, photo taken last year The road rising up to the Daban, full of gravels, very hard, ideal for pushing your bikeThe Yueya Hu gazed at by the round and smooth Toze Gangri. At a glimpse, could you tell which was mountain, which was cloud?Ancient lake bed. The white stains were the alkali, look like ice. About wildlife (part 1)Declaration Personal experience for reference onlyDangerous wild animals and their threats to human beings are a ever-LASTING subject for those backpackers travelling in the wild.In Chang Tang, for example, there are two kinds of deadly animals, one is wolves and the other is brawn bears. As substitutes, wild yaks and crows might be dangerous to you in some circumstances that I will come back to this a little bit later on. As for how to protect yourself against these dangerous animals, I think the primary point is you do not try to hurt them because the emotions of human and animals are same instinctively. [Wolves]Throughout my journey, I met wolves a total of seven times, in which I confronted them five times. As you might have known that wolves have become more and more solitary animals, it is very rare they live in a large group nowadays. Please allow me off the point a little bit and talk about the ecological problems in Chang Tang. The problem is now not the decrease of the number of the chirus but the imbalance of the whole food chain, more specifically, the number of the animals on the higher trophic levels of the food chain has not yet reached its ideal level which results in this kind of imbalance. Particularly, the pikas and the marmots who have lost their predators rapidly expanse which results in the desertification of Chang Tang. As early as the middle of last century, wolves were the dominant predators in the vast wilderness. They became a threat not only to other preys but also nomads pasturing in this land. Therefore, the then government called on people to cull back the population of the wolves in Chang Tang, which resulted in the current situation directly. The last official record about wolves attacking humans was around 1970s, which happened in Bamaoqiongzong. A team of secientists was surrounded by a group of wolves and they had to shoot them using guns. Of course, at present in Chang Tang, wolves are absolutely lonely.In this traverse, the first time I encountered a pair of wolves, one of them staying in front of me pretending to attack me while the other staying behind me. This is the standard attacking strategy of wolves. First, you should not be nervous which can be easily detected by the predators. Second, you should not retreat even an inch because this means you are the prey rather than the predator. Do not make any large movement, of course you could take a picture if you feel safe to do so. You must look into its eyes for a few minutes or even half an hour. When the wolves can not work out who you are and consider you are not posing any danger to them, then they will leave. You should remember that wolves in this land do not lack of food and it is much easy for them to catch a pika than a human. Even if being hungry, they would evaluate how easy to get you done, What you need to do is to show them that you are not interested in them and you are not afraid of them at all, let alone to show your ID card to them. As for the wolves family, really, I have not heard for ages. If you really have an encounter with them and they have no other choice, then it definitely depends on your forture. In fact, for so many year, it has been very rare to happen that wolves kill human. But the rumours are still there, in particular, the road connecting Xinjiang and Tibet.The nearest encounter with a wolf throughout my journey, no conflict at all[Brown Bears]Brown bears are real dangerous animals to human. Every year there are some accidents happened in some regions of Xinjiang on the north side of Kunkun Mountains and steppes in Northern Tibet. More than that the bears could attack your house, smash your windows, and eat your sheep. Therefore, in Northern Tibet some local councils give subsidies to the pastorarists for compensating the losses due to the bears because they are not allow to fight back and kill the bears except their lives are in great danger. Once there was a nomad taught me a method to protect yourself from bears. He told me to pick up a stick to feed the bear and the bear thinks the stick is your hand which tastes disgusting. So the bear would leave. It was so funny but the reality is to find a stick in this vast wilderness is just like you win the lottery.Bears are omonivorous animal who are generally not interested in human flesh. You can find that in most of accidents, the bears did not eat any of the human flesh rather they just smashed them for kind of fun that we could not understand. For the reason why bears kill human, one explanation is the conflict between human and wildlife in this extreme ecological environment. The nomads invade the habitats of the bears, which results in these conflicts. On the other hand, it might be because bears have quite high IQ so that they think it is much easy to kill a sheep in the cote rather than to kill a pika in the wild.I have met bears five times in my traverse, in two cases we were very close to each other. I had even walked with one of them for quite a while, just like we had a date for a walk. The fact is it is not that terrible like you might imagine. The same rules for dealing with wolves apply to bears. Never provoke dangerous animals. A bear can run at a speed of 40km/h, do you think you can compete this in a highland 5,000m above sea level?However, there is a situation where it is really dangerous, that is the encounter. It is not easy to control your instinctive reaction to the external dangers. Last year once I turned around a hill, there was a bear just in front of me. The bear of course was frightened by me with its front legs holding up, waving in the air and roaring. At that time I sat on the ground, ignoring it. The bear then left in a few minutes. Chang Tang is a vast land so that this is not that easy to happen. But if it does happen, really only God can bless you.The nearest encounter with a bear throughout my journey. This bear disappeared in a herd of wild yaks, which I had tried hard to spot, really weird About wildlife (part 2)Declaration personal experience for reference only.[Wild Yaks]I have talked about quite a few, like in the post of Day10. I will no longer talk about it.This was the funniest encounter with a solitary wild yak, who did not warn me. If I sat down, it sat down too. If I moved forward, it stopped. Could not imagine what it was thinking about.[Crows]Crows are dangerous only when you fall unconscious in the wilderness. Of course they will be the first to taste your flesh in that case. Unlike their cousinsliving in urban areas, the crows in Chang Tang have a larger body like eagles. When they fly over your head, you could feel like it is a piece of cloud. They are scavengers but like fresh meat too. It once happened that a baby was killed by crows relentlessly, let alone the lambs got killed by them. Once a nomad asked me for fireworks to scare the crows away. (They are sacred birds not to be killed by human)It is easy to defend yourself against crows, that is to keep fighting, never fall in the wilderness.A short break attracted the crows. Of course, they were miscalculating this time, photo taken last year[Strategies Adopted]At the time when I met the four soldiers in Jieshan Daban, they said there were many dangerous animals in the Northern Tibet and asked me if I had brought a shotgun. I think if they knew that I would enter Chang Tang they would definitely check if I really have a shotgun. The so-called defence facilities I brought with me were the fireworks and pepper spray. I had never used them. The fireworks were ruined and thrown away when I crossed a river and I had never opened the pepper spray. I even had never thought about this when camping in the night. The reason was I did not feel the needs. During the day time whenever I met any animals I had never touched the knife I had brought. I did not have anything to defend myself when I walked out to investigate the route. The Chang Tang is really a vast area so as to be very easy to detect anything strange.By the way, you'd better to avoid mating season's animals because even tamed rabbits could be aggressive in mating season.The thing is even if you have a gun, it is not very much helpful when bears attack you. Therefore, your attitude is most important.I can tell you something. Dogs are more dangerous than these wild animals. I had been chased by Tibetan dogs, pounced on by dogs in mating season, also besieged by a group of dogs. I really feel it is more useful to know how to defend a dog.Declaration again The above experience is from Chang Tang only. Of course, the more you prepared, the better. Day 12 (May 1), 23.8km, Camping 5117mToday was May 1 -- the Labour Day, I had been walking in some lake area marked in the map but clearly dried up. The lake basin was flat and hard so that I even pushed my bike more than 20km. Let it be the special treat for my May Day. After midday it became cloudy with growing winds. Since the Yueya Hu that I passed yesterday, there were no big lakes until Yanghu Co (My route would be between Jianshui Hu and Bairab Co), there was even no light alkaline water to drink so I had to pay extra attention not to miss any possible drinking water supply to fill up my water bag. There were a few very small lakes but all were alkaline puddles which was very shallow, whose depth was no more than the length of a half-finger. These puddles were covered with a hard shell of the mixture of salt and ice which smelled stinking and decaying when getting closer, must be toxic water I supposed. On the shore of this type of small lakes it was muddy soil and very hard to get closer.There was no sign of tundra at all.It was almost half past six when I found some snow corns in a ditch, which was the only drinking water supply of the day. There was a thin layer of melted ice on the surface of the ground near the snow corn, which was very hard to collect and was contaminated by the alkali. The snow corn was the yet melted thick snow, which was shaped like a corn by wind. The snow was quite hard and dry,porous like ice. I crushed a few snow corns, putting them into the water bag.They would be my drinking water tonight. These snow corns were the only one in today's wilderness, I reckoned the reason why they were not melted like others was the soil underneath contained large amount of ice blocks which acted as a freezer.Very strong gale in the night, it was hard to bear the sound of the vibration of the tent. Small single tent was good in the sense that it would not be blown away as long as you stayed inside. But you had to be very careful to set up the tent. I once did not pay much attention when doing so, the tent was blown away by winds, and rolling over like a Giant lantern ... I ran after it, got it back, and was exhausted. In general, it is not possible to fix the tent completely using tent pegs because they were not very much effective like large tents. It was snowing around 23 o'clock, the winds were howling from north,then the falling snow flakes landed on my tent quietly, I finally felt at peace and fell asleep. The flat ancient lake basin, assisting me walking more than 20kmSmall lake en route, toxic waterSnow corns, the only drinking water supply today Day 13 (May 2), 0km, Camping 5117mWaking up in the morning and opening the tent, the heavy snow outside must be sent by the God to force me have a break for the May Day. After lying in for a while, getting up and walking on the snowy ground out I went to have a look around. As first sight there were a herd of chirus. They were plainly to be spotted because they looked like a clear black straight line in the while snow. I returned to get my camera and then followed them to take some pictures. But they were very much alert and kept a quite long distance from me. I felt they were a group of pregnant females, instinctively protecting themselves from any potential harm. I was no longer short of water, the snow gave me a precious supply of drinking water. The problem was that they were very petrol consuming. I tool 8.6 litre of petrol and the oil stove was Duola's MSR. The pot was of 1.5 litre, mainly for boiling water. After several days' experiments, I found that the liquid water needed 16mins and 14-15mins to boil in the morning and evening, respectively. For ice, it would take 35-40mins while for snow it took 45-50mins. Melting snow was a very time and petrol consuming process so if I had a choice between snow and light alkaline water, most of time I would go with the latter. Lying inside the tent, listening to musics,I smoked a cigarette while gazing at the more and more chirus around me. Because it was very cold I had been wearing my shoes all the time. Now I just put my bare feet under the warm sun for some fresh air. I found three cuts in my hands and one in my sole. The cuts were about 4cm in length, looked terrible but it was actually all right really. Half of my toes were injured by to much walking, quite painful. I fetched my medicine bag and found I only got four patches of plasters, a serious mistake. One of the cuts in my hand had never been cured until I was out of this desolate land so as to feel like this finger would drop from my hand at any time. The others quickly recovered in a few days then new cuts appeared elsewhere. This process occurred periodically. I felt that it was somewhat related to the cold, dry weather and the lack of vitamins. The snow rapidly disappeared, which is unique phenomenon in Chang Tang. Because of the low air humidity and the high radiation from the sun, the snow was evaporating very fast, much quicker than the melting speed. Owing to this, the ground was generally still dry after the snow disappeared. In most cases, it would be only 2/5 left in the afternoon around 2 to 3 o'clock and small patches of ground could be seen. It would be completely all right for walking the next day. On the third day there could be some snow left in somewhere the sunlight hard to reach. So generally it could give you three days of water supply after a heavy snow like this. One of the pannier was broken, the most expensive one from deuter series, supposed to be waterproof. I will come back to it at some point later. Everything was covered by snow, no way out Lying in the middle of Chang Tang, listening to Tian Zhen's songs, and smoking Baisha cigarettes, what else can you ask for? The pregnant female chirus in migration, probably heading to Heishi Beihu to give birth([]
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这样的超长途骑行，最重要的已经不是体力了，而是意志和决心。我想了很多办法来逼迫自己下定决心，坚持到底！例如，大张旗鼓地告诉所有的亲友、同学、同事，我要骑车走海岸线了！这样可以给自己精神压力，如果走不完，如何有脸面对江东父老？其实最重要的目的是磨砺自己、挑战自己，如果完不成，未来的我该如何面对自己？！还有，我扔掉剃须刀，蓄须以明志，发誓若不到终点，绝不剪掉一根胡须。反正，七七八八地，尽量多给自己找一些坚持的外部理由，哪怕最强大的力量只是来自内心，也不会嫌理由太多。 在此，我要强调，这不是旅游，不是享乐，而是磨砺、是旅行、是苦行！ 在准备好一切之后，揣着工作一年积攒的接近一万块钱，就上路了！辽宁丹东，出发最终实际路线图广西东兴，海岸线的终点 路，在延伸——两万里海岸线单车日记之告别湖南 离开生活了五年的湖南之前，正值雨季，这雨缠缠绵绵、拖拖拉拉地下了两个多月，我也已经做好了辞职的一切准备。五一节之前就悄悄把户口转回重庆老家了，五一节回家，顺便也办好了护照和港澳通行证。这几天，所有骑行不需要的东西，都邮寄回重庆老家了，房间里已是空空荡荡。真是下雨天，留客天，天留，人不留啊。收拾行囊，撤2010年06月09日 2241 已然深夜了！下午，已经将大部分散碎行李收拾得差不多了，留下电脑，最后再在这里上一次网吧。 在这里呆了快一年，有不少带不走的“剩余物资”。我列了清单、拍了照片，叫有需要的同事们来拿。结果，数小时之内，接连遭杰哥、了哥两次扫荡，房间里又空荡了许多了，呵呵。 今天中午把一些东西放回办公室，交了钥匙，再给家里打了个电话。然后出来，去商店买了一包芙蓉王。应该是在湖南抽的最后一包芙蓉王了，奢侈一把吧。后面一百多天，按照预算，每天只有五元烟资了。 回来办离职手续这几天，可没少蹭饭啊，兄弟们挺给面子，天天请我大鱼大肉海吃海喝，我在此谢过了。 本来还想拿着相机在耒阳到处走走，拍上几张的。可最近还真有点搞不赢呢，下次吧，反正10月份还要回来一次的。 遥想一年前，我是多么壮志雄心啊！却在数月间，斗志灰飞烟灭。正值动摇之际，被派去湘潭出差半年。在这半年里，倒是想了不少东西，于是乎，决定了。出差一结束就迅即辞职，飘然而去。心理面呢，对组织还真有点内疚，毕竟组织花了不少财力物力在我身上啊。也感谢人资部领导和同事们对我的理解，让我顺利地办好了手续，多谢了！ 前面几个月，想了想后面几个月的事。这接下来的几个月，应该想想这一辈子的事了。 心里思绪万千，无处下笔。就这样吧，一会把电脑打包了。 明天中午再去耒电宾馆吃顿盒饭吧，中午1点钟就得撤了。 耒阳的兄弟姐妹们，你们多保重，待我凯旋归来，金秋十月再相聚！ 记得最后那几天，办完了所有手续，连单位宿舍的床都搬去退还了，打地铺睡了几天，条件很简陋，心中却激情澎湃！小重山·别耒阳2010年06月09日又见潇湘烟雨中，今衡阳雁去，也匆匆。揖别同事泪心中，此一去，浪迹江湖中。且忘却功名，趁轻狂年少，搏一把。欲将万里走天涯，迎风立，俯瞰脚下鲲鹏。 6月10日中午，再去耒电餐厅吃了顿平日里每天都吃的工作餐，还特意要了和去年差不多这个时候第一天来这里时一摸一样的饭菜、一样的啤酒，满怀深情地吃了这最后一顿“工作餐”。 我应该是一个很怀旧的人吧，特别在某些离别时候，总是会触景伤情。我会永远记得耒阳电厂——我第一份工作的单位，特别是这里的同事们：谢部长、李工、陶姐、陈姐、华哥、肖师傅、陈导、杰哥、小武哥、了哥、刘总、松哥、东哥、昶哥、罗蛟、阿珂、周进、海燕、双莉、周律师……你们给了我太多太多美好的回忆。舍不得离开啊，但为了我的理想、为了我的追求，我不得不这样选择。人生总会有很多悲欢离合，惟愿大家都会过得好。常联系、再聚首！ 中午一点的大巴车离开耒阳，没直接去长沙，先去到出差时呆了半年的湘潭，在那里租的房子，还有很多行李都在那里。提前买了6月16日的火车票去沈阳，从株洲火车站把单车整车托运到丹东。16号当天才去长沙，到母校去看了几个朋友，也因为时间仓促，没跟其他同学朋友道别了，悄悄起启程出发了！ 真到了要上路的时候，又想到低调点，免得到时候万一没走完，多没脸见人啊。 我的行李好多，50斤左右，一个人扛还真费劲，一个装满东西的驮包、一顶帐篷、一个睡袋、一个防潮垫……还有头盔、水壶等乱七八糟的。所有的行李，就用了四根鞋带捆扎在一起，做了一个简单的背带。背着那50斤行李的时候，那细细的背带基本上是勒进肉里去了的。本可带一个装车包或者背包装行李，但为了减轻重量，都省略了。可以说，我的装备，是10000公里级的长途骑行最精简的了。 已经好多次坐火车离开长沙了，唯独这次感觉不同，以前离开还会回来，这次算是告别了。5年了，对这里太熟悉了，远远比我对重庆市区要熟悉得多。不过我知道我的未来不在这里，也知道迟早会离开。但真到了离别时，还真的是依依不舍所不可形容的。当火车离开这座熟悉的城市2010年06月16日 2328 轰隆隆，轰隆隆，北上的火车开动了。 突然有些感慨，就这样，离开了这个有着我五年记忆的地方，离开了很多舍不得离开的人。 我伫立在车窗前贪婪地往外看，似乎是想看这城市最后一眼，虽然明知道十月份还会回来短暂停留一段时间。 也许是因为我喜欢骑自行车的缘故吧，我比大多数客居长沙的人都熟悉这里。她的每一条街道、每一栋建筑、甚至是每一个加油站…… 今天，我没有去找很多人，一个是因为时间仓促，还有就是我想抽出时间再最后见一次她。其实想法很纯粹的，没有半点非份之想，只想看看她，最后更新一次她在我脑海里的模样。所以，刚才一起吃饭的时候，虽然一桌人里就我俩没相互说过话，却也并不尴尬。 还有一些人，很不舍…… 还有一帮人，很不舍…… 还有几个人，很不舍…… 还有一个人，很不舍…… 五年前，火车开入这座陌生的城市；五年后，火车离开这座熟悉的城市。 是夜，我最后一次刮去胡须，刮得干干净净。然后扔掉剃须刀，放下过去的一切，抛诸脑后，正式踏上漫漫征程！离开宿舍，家财散尽 离别母校托运单车 dddddddd 路，在延伸——两万里海岸线单车日记之抵达丹东 坐了24个小时的火车，终于抵达沈阳，踏上这片从未涉足过的黑土地。东北，好远啊！2008年奥运会前夕，我曾骑行到过北京长城脚下，那时的遗憾是没有走出中原，现在终于到了！ 跑到辽东远去了2010年06月17日 家乡有句俗语，形容某个地方很远，或者形容某两个事物差距很大时，就说：“差泥马辽东远”。估计是源自古代，那时的辽东，是偏远之地。也许古代有个人去了趟辽东，感叹于我华夏疆土之大、辽东之远，回乡后就以“辽东远”为口头禅，形容距离的遥远，久之，成为众重庆人共同的言子。 还有一个小时我就到沈阳了，过两天就去丹东。第一次来到东北，从长沙坐了二十四个小时火车，好久没坐这么久的火车了！辽东果然很远！ 晚上十点多才到沈阳北站，感觉夏季的东北和湖南差不多，街上人很少。火车站附近到处都是出租车司机、小旅馆的人操着辽宁口音拉客的，听着感觉是赵本山在忽悠。还有个感觉，当时体重160斤的我在这里，算是长得比较清秀、比较纤细的了！哈哈哈！ 出发之前几个月，一直在网上召集同行的人，前前后后，大约有80多人说要和我同行或同行一段或提供接待，到最后，却还只是我自己孤身一人。其实这样也好，这是我独自享有的经历，整个海岸线的壮美，都彻底地属于我一个人！ 直到出发前，火车票都买好了的时候，终于有两个车友要和我一起出发，也想跟着我走海岸线，一位是来自辽宁沈阳的安哥，另一位是来自广东的阿远（女生），虽然最终没能同行，但还是十分感谢安哥在沈阳热情地接待了我。 第二天睡了个懒觉，白天在沈阳市区到处逛逛。他俩要好几天才能出发，还要从沈阳骑车去丹东，但我的车还在丹东火车站呢，于是约定我先去丹东等他们来会合。我只在沈阳逗留了一天，就迫不及待地独自先去海岸线的起点——辽宁丹东了。 沈阳印象2010年06月18日 昨晚十点到达沈阳北站，安哥和阿远早早地就来到沈阳北站接我，把我安排在一个叫温馨如家的快捷酒店。 安哥是搞奇石收集的，也是有多年骑行经验的车友了，而阿远是先和她在网上认识的，从来没骑过长途，想跟着安哥加入我的队伍，特地到东北来出发的，她没有任何装备，甚至连车都没有，随身只携带了一手提袋化妆品……果然，女人啊，不适合户外。 第二天早上，安哥陪阿远去买车和装备去了，我就睡了个小懒觉。 中午一起吃完饭，我一个人去逛了逛沈阳几个景点。包括沈阳故宫、太清宫、张氏帅府、沈阳天主教堂等。除了教堂不要门票之外，其他都没进去看，沈阳故宫太小，和湖南娄底曾国藩的曾氏侯府差不多大，太清宫是个不大不小的道观，大帅府呢，好像没必要进去，瞻仰一下张少帅的塑像就行了。唯一进去看的就是沈阳天主教堂了，因为是免费的。 一进教堂，就遇到里面正在做弥撒，我在后面观礼。听了一个多小时，我不信教，也没听出什么有意思的东西，但也不好意思走，硬着头皮看完了弥撒整个过程。那位主教就在上面讲些适合启蒙教育的故事，一些关于人生的大道理什么的，真不理解为什么会有那么多人信教。不过呢，我也坚信，信教的人应该都会比较善良，当然，教会高层除外。宗教就是用来给平民一个精神依靠、给教会上层以利益的东西。 整个沈阳市给人的感觉不是很发达，有些破旧，人也很稀少。在最繁华的主干道上，居然还会不是地出现冷场的情况…… 在沈阳还是看到不少美女啊！不过，感觉上却和南方女生完全不同。她们显得更粗壮、鼻梁比较挺，所以，看上去更有气质些。好像沈阳的女生都喜欢穿个居家拖着就上街的，感觉比较随意，穿着也更随意些，感觉……衣服都有些透明…… 男的主要是粗壮形，我穿梭其间，显得有些娇小了。常常不用说话就被人看出是南方人了…… 刚去买了明天早上去丹东的火车票，明天下午就到丹东啦！ 在网上发帖约人还是有用的，一路上多蹭了不知多少顿饭，更重要的是得到了许多帮助。 老牛——辽宁丹东本地公路车友，70岁左右，一年四季，包括在东北的严冬时节，都坚持每天凌晨四点出发骑车50公里左右，身材较瘦却满身肌肉，是那个年龄段的人都会羡慕嫉妒恨的壮硕身体。 我买了6月19日中午发往丹东的绿皮车车票，下午晚饭时分，我到达丹东，就是他在这个对我来说非常重要的城市接待的我，十分感谢！ 火车在辽东穿行2010年06月19日 这趟车好慢啊，从沈阳到丹东需要五个小时。算了一下，每三小时大概才一百来公里，要是我玩命地骑车，估计也差不了太多…… 窗外的风景和南方甚至华北都不同，我就一直在观察，到底哪里不一样。 哦，看出来了，这里太阳更低、泥土的颜色更深、树木都比较细，主要是针叶林，没见到大江大河，只有浅浅的溪流，还有，没见到任何梯田的痕迹…… 重庆是紫色土、湖南是红壤，华北是黄土，而这边是黑土，感觉一切都很陌生。今晚丹东骑友老牛接应我，感谢了！ 要是一个人来，可能还真会有一下子的不适应。 记得下车时已经是晚上8点左右，天都快黑了，火车站的行包房已经下班，只好明天再来取比我提前4、5天到达的爱车了。我背起沉重的行李，迫不及待地出站，老牛也已经早早地就在出站口等候了。这位单车老前辈虽然已经退休多年，却依然衣着整洁，短袖衬衣，规规矩矩地扎在西裤里，要不是之前看过他的照片，还真认不出来眼前这位老前辈。 一见如故地简短交流之后，他帮我一起提着行李，去离火车站不远的地方找旅馆。放下行李，就出去觅食以填饱我早已饥肠辘辘的肚子啦。 在沈阳就看到好多朝鲜菜馆，听说朝鲜冷面很不错，不过我一直忍着，非到丹东去吃地道的朝鲜冷面不可。今晚，我的愿望就满足了。老牛带我去一个大排档吃东北+朝鲜族式的宵夜。整了一大碗朝鲜冷面、一瓶鸭绿江啤酒，很给力！还吃了一种从来没吃过的“菜”——柞蚕蛹，真是重口味！我本来就有些挑食，但在老牛的强烈推荐下，还是鼓起勇气尝了。嘿，味道还真不错，于是一口气吃了整整一份。酒足饭饱，告别老牛，我就早早地回旅馆整理行李、休息了。 在策划这次旅行的时候，每天都处于亢奋状态，可真到了这里，心里反而还淡定了。也许是把整个行程考虑得太充分，只需要按部就班就可以了吧。 好好睡一觉，明天去火车站取车去！ 路，在延伸——两万里海岸线单车日记之独自上路2010年06月20日 东北的夏夜，好凉爽啊。昨晚主要在整理行李，按照使用的频度将所有物品分层次放进驮包，然后用针线把自制的旗帜缝在驮包的两个侧面，OK，万事俱备了。 溜达鸭绿江2010年06月20日 今天7点多就起来了，似乎很久没起这么早了。主要是为了早点去火车站取我的爱车，还得调试，然后退房去找地方搭帐篷住几天，节约经费。 火车站很近，走着就过去了，来到行包房，交了9块钱保管费，办完手续，终于看到了我的“宝马”。可是，她却伤得不轻……擦破几块皮、前刹线、后变线都掉了、链条也滑了……火车托运的暴力程度可见一斑！ 万幸的是，单车没出什么大问，稍微调试下就可以了。联系了老牛，他给我介绍了附近的一家美利达专卖店，废去16元修车。有时候我真佩服自己的方向感，老牛一阵东南西北地给我描述那个专卖店，我居然顺利地找到了。以前好羡慕北方人脑子里的指南针，现在经过多年的磨练，我也有了。 车一修好，我径直骑回旅馆，迫不及待地把装备装上，退房，在楼下吃了碗拉面当午饭，直奔鸭绿江而去。大概只有一公里吧，就看到了这条著名的界河。 鸭绿江的水，上午很脏，腥味很重，下午由于涨潮，就相当清澈了，听说可以直接饮用。第一次见会涨潮的河，第一次见可以直接饮用的喝水！ 我在江边各个地方都要往对岸的神秘国度长时间地眺望。朝鲜是我比较想去的国家之一，本来想顺便跟团去朝鲜旅游几天的，但团费要3000多，我不想在漫长的海岸线上饿得比朝鲜人民还惨，就放弃了跟团旅游的计划。 那边虽然修了一排破旧洋房，也还是挡不住那些洋房后面破烂的村庄。对岸的河边有洗衣服的、有在岸边走来走去仿佛是在拣金子的、有游泳的，还有打鱼的……一切都显得很宁静。虽然仅一江之隔，两岸却窘然不同。听当地人说，中朝两国有协议，中国人可以游泳过去在岸上短暂停留，而朝鲜人却永远别想游过这边来。若有朝鲜人企图偷渡游泳过来，那么他的身后必然会飞来一梭子子弹。 丹东是个边境小城，一下午，就把丹东转了好几遍，转得极端无聊了。 本想在中朝友谊桥附近搭帐篷住的，但后来老牛邀请我去他家住，盛情难却啊。到了老牛家，他亲自给我做了一碗超级好吃的杂酱面，是我吃过最赞的杂酱面了！不曾想过东北的男人也会做吃的,多谢了! 我的码表坏了，30块钱的顺东牌，便宜货。老牛二话没说就把他一块闲置的新码表送给我，居然和我那块一摸一样。 晚上我们两个年龄相差近半个世纪的忘年车友一直聊到深夜，有共同爱好的人在一起，总有说不完的话。明天，老牛要带我跟他们丹东中老年公路车队去万里长城的东端起点——虎山长城。时间是早上五点半！也就是说四点得起床！好久好久没这么早起来过，我得赶紧睡了。 晚上睡的老牛家沙发，我成了沙发客。 虎山长城、鸭绿江断桥2010年06月21日 东北的天亮得太早了，今天四点醒来，天已经大亮了。 因为要骑车，所以没吃早饭，空腹骑行。5点不到就和老牛一起出门前往鸭绿江边三纬路上得一个广场与大部队会合。 一共来了十多个人，骑往二十多公里外的虎山长城。他们清一色公路车，而我呢，是18速的负重50斤的菜鸟级山地车，最后被拉开了十来分钟的距离。不过这速度，骑长途还可以了。 到了虎山长城下——这里也是滨海公路的起点——大家在那里休息了一会。他们用东北话聊天，听着也挺有味道的，跟小品一样一样的。他们一会儿都要骑回去，很多人8、9点钟还要上班，东北人真猛！ 身后就是虎山长城，他们给我指了条逃票路线，从正对大门的右手边的小路进去，可以绕到景区后门，不用买票。门票好像是60大洋，又节省了一笔。 分别之后，我一个人去逛虎山长城，那是长城的东起点，东西走向，朝鲜半岛也受其保护，充分说明棒国曾是我国直属领土。不过，也可能被棒子说成我们曾是他们的属地吧。还好老牛给我指了小路，让我免费去玩了一把。 长城脚下，是一个异常陡峭的栈道，与其说是走栈道，不如说我是在攀岩。在栈道下面就是中朝边界的铁丝网，爬上山顶，我坐在山上往对岸望了好久，一群朝鲜妇女在地里辛勤耕作，她们说话的声音声声入耳，若不是铁丝网的存在，完全感觉不到这咫尺距离，却是远在天涯。 继续往前走，有一个地方叫“一步跨”，就是一步就可以跨过国界的意思。在“一步跨”，我洒了点水到朝鲜境内，没被抓，然后，晚上，朝鲜就07输了。好想悄悄翻过铁丝网到对面的神秘国度去看看，不过新闻说前几天朝鲜人民军才打死两个走私的中国人，还是得小心点。一会儿看能不能想办法偷渡去朝鲜逛逛吧……然后我真的进去了，没带相机、没带手机、没带钱包、没带行李、没骑车，溜进去的。在某个村子附近逛了一大圈就“回国”了，没敢和任何人说话……看到不少不可思议的场景……细节就不透露了，涉及偷越国、边境罪的问了。 回到市区，吃过午饭，拿着日记本先去找丹东旅游局盖章作纪念。因为以前听一位车友说，只要拿到旅游局介绍信，当地旅游景点就可以免费游了。好不容易才找到旅游局，兴冲冲跑到楼上，各位官员正在休息，一看那架势，已经没奢求能开什么介绍信了，盖个章就行。我被从一个办公室指到另一个办公室，最后终于盖到了“丹东市旅游局办公室”的公章。将就吧，留个纪念，我也没打算去哪个景点玩啊。 骑车去抗美援朝纪念碑，深深地鞠了一躬。多少英烈为国捐躯，棒子忘了他们，但我们可万万不能忘记。无论后人对那场战争如何评论，这个碑所纪念的，都是我们民族的英雄。以往每次到一个革命烈士纪念地，看到门可罗雀，我心里都酸酸的。今天正好周一，纪念馆关门了，无奈，只好在门外流连一番。 然后去参观了中朝断桥，早上认识了一位丹东安监局的骑友，他认识断桥管理处的人，让我免费参观了一把，哈哈，感谢。还好昨天没舍得花钱买票进去看啊。 这个断桥可是历经沧桑，大约100年前第一次建成，前前后后被炸毁了几次。最后一次是金日成炸的，现在只保留了属于中国境内的半截，所以称之为断桥。这个断桥可没有杭州西湖断桥那样的浪漫，在这座满是弹痕的残桥上，只能想到那个烽烟滚滚的岁月。 从断桥出来，又在丹东胡乱逛了一天，实在腻乏了！于是我跟安哥说我明天就出发，按计划慢慢走，在路上或者换个城市等他们，不然，我还没出发就已经疲了。 所以，我明天就要正式出发了！ 晚上去鸭绿江边一个叫“阿里郎”的朝鲜饭店吃了个据说很地道的朝鲜石锅饭和泡菜汤，还行，但我觉得还是汉菜好吃！吃了30元左右，出发之前还是奢侈一下吧！ 吃完晚饭，我就到丹东城北的一个江边公园的草坪上扎帐篷过夜，刚扎好，管理员来了，死活不让扎帐篷，好说歹说都不通情理，只好又收拾行李离开。最后住在一个破招待所，七十块啊！真杯具！不过也行，今晚好好睡一觉。 明天就出发了，可是咋就没有一点兴奋的感觉呢？慢慢找感觉吧！也许是我等得这一天等得太久，把自己等疲了！ 在鸭绿江断桥还认识了一位山西的导游，约莫30岁年纪。小聊了一会儿，彼此留了QQ。没想到，他一直关注我的行程到最后，一直到现在！真心感谢你——只在我的起点见过一面的朋友。 晚上，我算了一下身上所有的钱，一共只有7000多了，按我自虐式的预算，国内部分是足够的，还会有一两千元结余，但如果发生意外呢？到时候再说吧。还好辞职的时候，我们人资部的谢部长说会给我多算两个月工资，叫我一路上把工资卡带着，这算是应急资金了，在此也感谢谢部长的支持！ 在策划的时候，很多人建议我去拉赞助，我自己也想过，但我最终还是放弃了。我不想带着任何负担上路，这是只属于我自己的一次壮游！动力只来自我自己的内心，如果有哪怕是那么一丝丝杂念，就很容易会放弃了。 其实，一路上——这131天——任何时候都是可以放弃的，但我还是彻彻底底地坚持下来了，连一次、一公尺推车的时候都没有！很多朋友都知道我明天要出发了，这天夜里，收到不少祝福的短信，感觉挺温暖的。在这遥远的边疆，在这中国海岸线的最东端，有一个人，被你们的支持所感动！谢谢！ 早点睡觉了，明日启程，沿着海岸线，一路向南，出发！ 西元2010年6月22日，正式启程！2010年06月21日 我等这一天得太久了，前几个月，我脑子已经存储了太多关于这一天的设想。 这一趟，12000公里，本来也没奢望能找到能一路同行到底的同伴。约到接近80人，也都是陪我走一段，或者反方向，还有路上可能碰到的。在我出发前几天，才约到安哥和阿远一起出发。但他们还在到丹东的路上，还有好几天才到，我一个人实在熬不住啦。于是决定明天出发，路上等，或者换一个城市再等。反正我计划行程的单日里程不长，而且离原定的28号出发时间还早。 明日就启程了，还是没兴奋起来，看来我果然如很多同事所说，“老练”了！到路上找感觉吧，至少呆在丹东肯定是找不到感觉的。 路上可能遇到的情况，能想到的都被我想光了，也许这也是无法兴奋起来的原因之一。比如，我想好了如何应对艳遇…… 这两天在丹东骑得太休闲了，上路了可得加快转变、适应了。 哎呀，好像写跑偏了！ 出发啦！路上的兄弟们，咱都得加油！雄起！ 路，在延伸——两万里海岸线单车日记 第1骑行日，丹东市——东港市——孤山镇 2010年6月22日，阵雨转晴总里程：119.8km 今日里程：119.8km 平均速度：18.52km/h最高速度：37.00km/h 骑行时间：6h28m12s 起止时间：1000~1930 第1骑行日路线图 骑行第一日，目的地是辽东古镇——孤山镇。如同这个地名一样我是孤身上路，当时还在内心自侃这个地名仿佛就是为我而起，这个古镇，仿佛已为我等待了千年…… 早上六点醒来，发现在下大雨，总不能第一天就淋雨吧，纠结了一会儿，继续睡，以为今天不能出发了。九点再醒来，推开窗户，外面乌云尽散，天已大晴，于是赶紧收拾好行李，退了房间，随便吃了点东西就出发了。 一个人的出发式是很低调的，我独自骑行到鸭绿江断桥南边，调好码表，清零数据，用手机GPS测量了出发点的坐（40°06ʹ5.46ʺN，124°23ʹ;11.61ʺ;E），海拔5.60米，2011/06/22，100413。 然后随便找了个路人甲帮我拍了两张照片以作纪念，遗憾的是这个人摄影技术太业余，这么重要的留影被拍得歪歪扭扭，跟随手抓拍似的。 今天是我海岸线骑行第一天，我临时修改了路线。因为我发现可以一直沿着地图上还没有注因而没有规划在行程中的滨海大道傍江沿海而行，所以比原计划多走了接近10公里。 在到达海边之前，一路都是起伏路，缓上坡和下坡。其实这种路况非常好，我的平均速度达到了30km/h左右。如果光是平路会很疲惫，全是陡坡又很费力。不过好景不长，走了两个小时，接近鸭绿江入海口了，一到海边，就狂风大作，我不得不换中速档位，顶风逆行，平均速度只能维持在18km/h左右了。 更让我没想到的是后面那10000公里路，基本全是逆风，顺风的路程加起来估计都没超过100公里。果然是有得必有失，从北往南骑，确实是避开了终点的严寒，也好运地避开了几乎所有的阴雨天气，但却一直追着吹南风的夏天跑，因为我是一路向南。 行至东港市，正好是午饭时间，早上吃的那一点点早就消化完了。午饭是五元的路边套餐，半饱，为下午的饥饿难耐埋下伏笔…… 午饭过后，路过一个邮局，进去盖了第一个邮戳，去旅游局盖章太麻烦了，得花时间找，还得面对那帮官僚，以后就全部盖得邮戳吧。 我是骑海岸线来的，当然迫不及待地想看海，盖完邮戳，就满世界地找大海去了。 其实中国海岸线的最东端起点是在丹东市东港市辖区内，google地图规划的路线有些出入，出了东港市区，饶了好远才上滨海大道，又走了好久才走到海边。从一条烂石子路一路往海边颠簸行进了大概五百米，到达一海堤下。本以为爬上去就看到海了，但当我奋力爬上去，激动的心情一下就冷了……大海远在在天边，满目尽是潮水退去之后留下的滩涂淤泥，失望而去，继续前行。 后面我再顶风骑行了20多公里，才算见到大海了，虽然也隔着200米的滩涂。（39°49ʹ42.73E8;N，123°47ʹ33.92ʺE）——这是我平生第一次看到大海时的坐，兴奋得又蹦又跳，大喊大叫了一番，给家里打了个电话，报平安并宣告我已经到达海边。我在这里捡到了第一个贝壳，从这里开始，我每到一个海滩，只要有贝壳，就捡一个以作纪念。 其实，沿着海岸线骑行，并不是随时都能看到大海的，这一点，环过海南岛的人应该知道。我只能选择尽量靠海的路骑行，我基本可以肯定，在GPS的辅助下，至少全程的90%以上应该都是离海最近的路。所以我的海岸线是9860公里，而以前了解到骑过海岸线的前辈，从头到尾，有6000公里走完的、有7000公里就走完的、也有8000多公里走完的。在这一点上，我还是很自豪的！ 下午一直在海边骑行，侧风和逆风都相当大，艰难行进，可惜了那么好的路况。其中只感受了大概二百米顺风，反差太大了。整个下午都在海边，没有一家商店，沿路的海水养殖厂似乎也都是无人看守的，连要饭讨水的地方都没有，饿得我快没力气蹬踏了。一直到6点，才到一个新建港口旁边的小超市买了一大包高价萨琪玛和着两瓶矿泉水充饥，方有力气到达今日的终点——孤山镇。 这也是我真个131天的时间里，唯一一次买矿泉水，其余地方，基本上都是去讨水和，也有和山泉水的时候。要买也是买可乐解热，绝对在水上面花钱。 孤山是辽东古镇，面积不大，转了好久没找到可以露营的地方。果断花了二十元住旅店，进去才发现，这旅店条件之差，是我几年长途骑行生涯中所罕见的。脏到必须得用自己的拖鞋、睡袋，整个旅店还不能洗澡……可以说基本上是花了二十块钱在旅馆里面搭帐篷了，不过，这样也别有一番情趣。 这次海岸线骑行主要还是想多在外面露营，一来节约经费，二来可以和大自然融为一体，享受那至美的、有着无穷魅力的祖国大好山河。 在仅有的一个公用厕所里用比尿还小的冷水将就洗了个澡，水冷得让人全身收缩不说，蚊子还多，洗个澡还得活蹦乱跳地才能使蚊子在身上停留的时间稍微短一点，住这破店，我肠子都悔青了。 回到房间写下第一篇日记。从此以后，每天坚持写，最终写满了三大本。每天写日记也是很需要毅力的，有时候真的困了累了，还是要撑起来写完再睡觉，哪怕是只写几个关键词，或者只写个提纲。 不管怎么说，今天还算一个不坏的开始。明天继续按计划前进，120多公里，到达城子坦镇。出发时的坐 东港随拍 第一天的路线图行前留影回眸丹东第一次到达海边在朝鲜买的朝鲜烟——七宝山第一顿午餐第一次到达海边的坐第一次到达海边可见风之大生平第一次看到大海的坐生平第一次看到大海的地方一路上的充电方式——充电宝辽东日落辽东月出看似干净，其实肮脏不已的旅馆 路，在延伸——两万里海岸线单车日记第2骑行日，孤山镇——庄河市——城子坦镇——皮口镇2010年6月23日，晴总里程：256km 今日里程：136.2km 平均速度：18.23km/h最高时速：45.2km/h 骑行时间：7h28m12s 起止时间：900~1900 第二骑行日路线图 今天早上五点多就醒了，因为今天只计划了110多公里，路程短，很轻松，于是继续睡，还捎带手地做了个梦，睡到8点，我对梦里的人们说：“你们继续玩吧，我该回去骑车了……”才慢悠悠地起床。 才晒了一天的太阳，今天就明显感觉到皮肤的刺痛了。万里海疆果真万里无云，作为来自全国紫外线最低的地方——四川盆地——的孩子，伤不起啊伤不起，以前无法想象仅仅一天的暴晒就可以晒得这么黑。还好我的准备十分充足，带了一支08年骑车去北京时没用完的防晒霜，而且还没过期，就敷衍了事地敷衍了一层。这也是我在海岸线上唯一一次涂防晒霜，因为我还是很喜欢黝黑的皮肤的。 早餐吃的是杂酱面——面食是我这一路上最主要的事物——后面基本就是吃兰州拉面过来的了。 镇中心是一个仿古建筑群，没兴趣进去看，真不明白中国的规划者，总是喜欢把真正的古建筑拆个稀巴烂，然后让老百姓满世界地去寻找所谓的古镇，要么就是拆旧的建新的，毁真的修假的。据说家乡合川的白塔老街也在拆迁了，可惜啊，无奈我没有能力去阻止这一切荒唐事。出发才12公里左右，就到了丹东市和大连市的分界线，这是此行穿越的第一个地级市，算是一个小小的志性事件吧。前方就是大连地界了，从型听闻的全国最干净的城市，让我充满期待（后来看到真正的大连，彻底扼杀了大连在我心中的形象）。 今天的路况总体不错，走的滨海公路和一些不知名的小路，反正那条路更靠左（大海始终在我左手边）就走哪条路。全是起伏路，有的坡度甚至很陡，辽东半岛主要地形还是以丘陵为主，辽东丘陵嘛。起伏路倒不怕，最恶心的就是一整天的逆风了，海边的风很大，没完没了地吹着，没办法啊，人家都连续不断地吹了几十亿年了。速度根本提不起来，保持在20km/h左右，要死不活地挣扎着。 出发时有一点没准备充分，一路上都用手机上网，却对流量的耗费估计过低，今天收到短信，这个月流量已经用完，得减少上网时间了。每天晚上用手机登陆QQ空间写日记的成本就高了，有空找个地方上网，把下个月流量套餐改成150M吧。 中午到达庄河市南郊，一上午地顶风骑行，那一碗杂酱面早消失得无影无踪了，遂四处觅食。找来找去决定奢侈一把，去吃个15元的肯德基优惠午餐。走进KFC餐厅的那一瞬间，感觉有一丝尴尬，看自己破衣烂衫、乌漆吗黑、大汗淋漓的，和这里的就餐环境很不搭啊。也许是太饥饿了，不知道怎么搞的，我猛地推开门，径直走到服务台，两手握拳往柜台上一放，嘴巴里只挤出一个字：“肉！”……现场顿时安静了，5秒钟之后，我反应过来，小声地说：“哦，要一个优惠午餐。”，还问了一句：“有没有免费的冰水？”（整个一土匪语气）。服务员用很淡定的语气回答我：“午餐有，免费的水没有”，看来，东北这地方性情中人还真多，连服务员都淡定了。此时我已经清醒过来，差点说了句：“这个可以有”。 其实在长途骑行中，讨水喝是正常的，每天要喝十几升水，要是都花钱买，那开销可不小了。10000公里的路程，我只有昨天在水上面花过钱，以后就再也没为喝水华过一分钱了。 15元啊，真的贵，还是一碗面条实在。吃了个半饱不饱，要不是汉堡这种垃圾食品能量高，估计下午又得饿成昨天那样。吃完午饭，休息了一支烟时间，继续上路。 下午还不错，一直骑行在海边，风景很美，风也很猛，一阵苦骑，也没心思拍照了，后面的风景还很多——我一直这样想着。很快就到了一个岔路口，右边是原计划的目的地——城子坦镇，左边是滨海公路。没什么好犹豫的，改变计划路线，继续紧靠大海——为了旧能完整的海岸线。 就这样，比计划多骑了20多公里，下午6点半的样子，到达皮口镇。这个镇不算小，在找讨水的地方的时候，发现这个小镇紧靠着大海！激动万分啊，决定今天到此为止，吃了饭找个海滩游泳、露营吧。 晚饭又是杂酱面，吃饭的时候打听到，当地海滩水比较深，不适合游泳，治安还不大好，也不适合露营。我会游泳，但那是在游泳池里，第一次下海，还是慎重点。而且吃晚饭天业快黑了，先找地方搭好帐篷再说吧。 穿过小镇，来到海边，确实，没什么海滩，有一条长长的海堤向海里延伸，海堤旁边直接就是深海。我沿着海堤骑行，找了海堤上一个比较宽敞的平台作为露营地，继续往前面走，到前面有灯光的地方借点水洗澡去。 海堤的尽头是一个工地，被刚下班的工人围观了，应付了一番，我四处寻觅，没看到自来水的迹象。走到门卫室，说明情况后问有没有自来水可以洗把脸，门卫也是性情中人，二话没说让我去里面的厕所用水。 说是洗把脸，一进厕所就脱了个精光，勉强洗了个澡，舒舒服服地出来了。和保安大哥聊了一会儿，他是本地人，当过几年兵，也想趁年轻到处走走，但最终没有走出去，对我的壮游是无限羡慕的。 天已经彻底黑了，告别保安大哥，往回走到刚才选定的地方扎帐篷，我的海岸线上第一次露营！ 今晚虽然不是月圆之夜，不过天空晴朗得一片云雾都没有，月光很给力啊！月光洒在我所在堤坝两边的海面上，金光闪闪，映衬着在内陆很难看到的满天繁星，略有一丝疲惫的身体被瞬间激活！方圆2公里，只有我、自行车、帐篷、大海、夜空！ 那是怎样的感觉？那是一种幸福！不同于情侣间的幸福！是我一个人孤独的幸福！ 坐在一块石头上，抽着烟，吃了昨天剩下的萨琪玛，看着眼前的美景，心已经飞上天空。想象着从天上看我——方圆2公里范围内唯一的人，感慨这个世界有多宽广、大海有多大、人有多渺小。是的，我就是要以自己渺小的身躯，去丈量海的长度！ 今天很不错，超额完成预定计划了。明天就能到达大连了，想着前方这座据说很美的城市，想着自己这段波澜壮阔的旅程，看着眼前美景，顿时感觉到肾上腺素又在飙升了。 进了帐篷，写完日记，带着对未来的旅程的无限憧憬，入睡、如梦！出丹东露营 路，在延伸——两万里海岸线单车日记第3骑行日，皮口镇——满家滩镇——大连新港——大连市2010年06月24日，晴总里程：397km 今日里程：141km 平均速度：17.24km/h最高时速：51.2km/h 骑行时间：8h10m45s 起止时间：845~1925第3骑行日路线图 早上七点，伴随着海鸥清脆的鸣叫，我从美梦中醒来。天已经亮了，拉开帐篷东边的帘子，海风微微地吹进来，太阳正在从海的尽头缓缓升起，朝阳暖暖地照射到脸上，不远处，还有一群海鸥在飞翔…… 帐篷里面有点热，外面在海风的吹拂下，还是相当冷的，稍微把帐篷拉开一点，温度正好合适，太舒服了，不由自主地又躺了下来。就这样，我在帐篷里酝酿了半个多小时才起来收拾行李。 海风很大，一个人收帐篷还挺有难度，没事，哥是练过的，手脚并用，还是把帐篷收拾得规规矩矩，只是多费了些时间。到皮口镇上吃过早餐再出发，已经是845了。 今日全程走的滨海公路，紧靠大海，不过海边多堤坝、渔场、码头，出发第三天了，还没见到真正意义上得海滩，还没触碰到向往已久的大海。 依旧是起伏路，坡度还比昨天更大了，幸亏风比昨天小了一些，所以骑行在路上的感觉也还好。 骑了30公里，在一个叫做杏树屯的小镇附近，路过一个没有开发的无人海滩，这里的海堤已经破损了，可以把单车扛下去。又是方圆数公里无人，此时此地——（39°14ʹ13.18ʺN，122°08ʹ36.48ʺE），海拔4.00米——就是我一个人的专属海滩！ 不管水深水浅了，必须下去畅游一番！第一次触碰到大海，当然的拍照留影了，我强忍着迫切想下海的心情，随便拍了几张。然后以最快的速度拿出那条在鸭绿江边5块钱买来的便宜泳裤换上。走，游泳去！ 激动着，跑向大海，小心翼翼地走进海水里，一个浪打来，又一个浪打来，卷起朵朵浪花。喝了一小口，果然和传说中的一样，是咸的，哈哈。我继续往深处走，试探着开始游泳，没问，能浮起来，只是有海浪，和在游泳池或河里游泳不一样，一开始不大适应。心跳很快，不是害怕，而是真真正正的在激动！ 玩了一个多小时，其中全裸了二十分钟！因为附近实在没人，当然我也没必要穿泳裤了，就让它随潮起潮落吧。 游得差不多了，顺便洗个澡吧。我已经三天没洗头发没洗衣服了，就用海水洗吧。在海里洗澡时发现一个问，香皂在海水里不能融化。原来计划的每天露营海边用海水洗澡的计划，不得不因此而调整了。两天三天还可以，但总不能这几个月都不用香皂吧。没办法，将就着在海里洗了头发和衣服。 用海水洗完澡，不用再用淡水冲掉身上残留的海盐，因为我这几天任何时候身上都是一层结晶盐！ 上岸来，想着该在这里留下点什么作纪念呢？想到自己最近的单身生活，灵感来了，用石子、贝壳在沙滩上摆一颗心吧。就这样，这就成了我在海岸线上留下的第一颗心！ 再次出发，都十二点了，肚子也饿了。找不到馆子和免费的淡水，也没有商店。还好我随时有一瓶备用的水，然后吃了前天剩下的最后六小块萨琪玛，一直撑到近6个小时之后，100多公里之外的大连市区——这只是我抗饥饿潜能爆发的开始。 大连，在我印象中一直是干净的代名词。结果，我在大连吃了满满一肺的灰，是我从丹东出发以来，最脏的地方了！有个衡阳车友——吴新宇——前段时间骑行到这里，在一个里程碑上写了个“曾”字等我来的时候来找的。因为灰尘太多，等我能睁大眼睛骑车的时候，已经错过了那个里程碑了，实在不想再骑回去找。哎，这也是缘分，不可强求，留下些许遗憾也别有一番滋味。 大连有青年旅舍，我对青年旅舍情有独钟，出发前就把沿路所有青旅的电话都存在手机里了。到了大连市郊我就打电话预订床位，那个服务员居然给我乱指路，我从大连北边穿到大连最南端了，绕来绕去很晚才找到。 几经周折才找到青旅，见到刚才接我电话得服务员，果然，是我到现在住过的数十家青旅中，态度最差的服务员，非常傲慢，真想用砖拍他脑门。一个床位居然还要45元！坑爹啊！差的青旅，远不如住20元一晚的招待所，甚至不如住帐篷，那样至少可以随便抽烟。算了，既来之则安之吧。 不过因祸得福，在寻找青旅的过程中，偶然地来到了老虎滩。 老虎滩朝向西南，此日落月出时分，月亮正好从海平面上升起。天空，挂着几缕丝巾般的晚霞；远处的岛礁，被落日的余晖映成了金黄色；近处的海面，有几只满载而归的小渔船；在我身前的海滨，是晚饭之后三三两两散步的人群……这是一幅幸福的画面。似乎所有关于美的元素，都集中、和谐地呈现在我眼前这不到180°的空间里，我陶醉在这里——大连老虎滩。 到了青旅，当然得好好洗洗澡、洗洗衣服啦。今天就吃了那么点东西，居然都没觉得饿，肯定是饿过了。 整理完行李，出去找吃的去。找来找去没找到什么便宜的吃的，都是生猛海鲜、山珍海味，不是我辈穷驴可以消费得起的。都洗过澡了，也不想走远了，忍痛在附近最便宜的一个海鲜烧烤大排档吃海鲜。仅四串牛肉、一盘扇贝、一盘花蛤、一只啤酒、一碗米饭，耗费49个大洋！心痛啊、奢侈啊！吃都吃了，就当对自己到达第二个地级市的鼓励吧！ 酒足“海鲜”饱之后，天气已经冷起来了，赶紧回旅舍睡觉吧。按惯例买了一瓶百事可乐，中了一瓶，拿去换了一个，再中了一瓶！我发现，我每到一个陌生的城市，买的第一瓶可乐，必然中奖！此乃屡试不爽、放之四海而皆准的真理！ 回到青旅，这个青旅没什么氛围可言，大家都早早地猫在床上玩手机、玩电脑。同宿舍有四个人，现在只记得其中一个叫林海鸥的——东北人，在深圳工作，在大连出差——聊了许久，颇为投缘。彼此留了QQ，他也一只关注我到结束、到现在！还在他的博客里写了一篇关于我的文章： 追寻你的海岸线吧——林海鸥 曾翔宇，同龄人，他心里种不安分，所以他去追寻他的海岸线。他没有专业的装备，但他有颗“专业”的心。 丹东到河内，沿海岸线骑行，经常在没有人的时候，放纵的跳入大海中游泳……然后在海滩扎营。 祝：安康…… 林海鸥，是我在海岸线上遇到的一只最特别的“海鸥”。谢谢你，又一位仅一面之缘的兄弟！ 明天慢慢逛一逛大连，到旅顺或者原计划第四天的终点露营。 晨黑白分明 路，在延伸——两万里海岸线单车日记第4骑行日，第4天，大连市——旅顺口黄金山海滨 2010年06月25日，晴总里程：462.5km 今日里程：65.5km 平均速度：16.26km/h最好时速：58.60km/h 骑行时间：4h6m24s 起止时间：1220~1920 第4骑行日路线图 今天的行程很轻松，离原计划的目的地——大连凌水港仅12公里了，没压力，于是在青旅睡了个懒觉，12点才出来。 办理退房的时候才知道昨天那个服务员也是自行车爱好者，他问我是不是从丹东出发骑海岸线的，我很惊讶，问：“是啊，你怎么知道？”，他说：“切，我也骑过，骑过来最快要5天吧？”。听他那个“切”，我又想操板砖了，故作淡定地说：“不，慢慢骑，3天就到了。”他又说：“反正都到终点了，那就在这里多住几天呗，大连很漂亮的。”，我说：“额，终点？这才到哪儿呢？我这才走1/20呢，我要走完海岸线全程，然后去越南的。”，他说：“啊？！，骑整个海岸线？到越南？那得1000多公里吧？得一个月吧？就你？就你这18速的破车？绝对不可能。”……说到这里，我听不下去了，冷笑一声，转身就走。大连青旅，真够垃圾。 大连，算是一个比较出名的城市了，既然来了，还是到处走走看看吧。到一个城市，当然得去这个城市最有代表性的地方，而大连的这种地方，据说叫中山广场。 午饭都没吃，直接就往中山广场骑去。一路上问了几次路，一半都是韩国人，怎么大连的韩国人这么多？难道棒子就喜欢住在半岛上？ 中山广场不远，不一会儿就到了。广场本身倒是没任何特色，特别之处在于它周围的建筑，都是接近一百年历史的老建筑，全部都是由当时占领大连的外国人修建的，现在都是各大银行在大连的支行所在地，还有一个金库。很多摄影爱好者在这附近翻来覆去地拍这些老建筑，房子是修得不错，不过，联想起那段屈辱的历史，我实在没心情从这里找到丝毫美感。而且我最偏好的是我中华固有的建筑风格，虽然我对建筑没什么研究，从小也没住在那样的木结构建筑里，但每次看到，都会有一种来自心底里的归属感，也许这就是融进基因里的民族感情吧，我承认，我是一个民族主义者。洋装虽然穿在身，但我的内心仍然忠诚地属于中华文化圈。我想，大多数人都喜欢去古镇的原因，大致也根源于此吧。从未见过真正有人从心底里喜欢住在现代中国的火柴盒式的水泥房子里。 在中山广场感怀了一番中国的历史和文化的命运之后，肚子饿了，呵呵，无论思想飞到怎样的高度，肚子也总是会饿的，对于人类来说，吃饭总是第一位的。作为一个普通老百姓，暂时先不去想那些“先天下之忧而忧”的不怎么靠谱的事了，先找吃的。 骑着骑着，又找到了午餐时候打特价的麦当劳。走吧，去吃外国垃圾食品去。 吃饱喝足出来，看到在门口的石凳上坐着一个背包的人，没有专业的背包和装备，但明显是骨灰级野驴，有着和我一样的气场，一看就是同道中人，遂与之聊。 哈哈，果然是一位来自广州的驴友，以火车、巴士为交通工具，已经出来几个月，基本周游了全国各地。坐车的和骑车的果然差距太大，才几个月，他就已经走完了西藏、新疆、甘肃、陕西、东北、华北、华东、华中、华南、西南。我们聊了很久，交流了各自旅途上的经历，还是有很多相似的地方的。最后留了QQ，彼此关注着对方后面的行程。 最让我感兴趣的，是他手上那一个比数码单反还大块的胶卷相机，他的背包里，是满满一包从批发市场批发来的胶卷。这年头，用胶卷相机的人，基本可以划归行为艺术的范围了。背着一大包胶卷上路，对于以任何交通工具旅行的人来说，都是一个沉重的负担。 忘了吃麦当劳的这条街叫什么名字了，只记得可以看到来来往往的老式电车。这种刻意保留下来的殖民地时代的遗迹，不知道还有没有除了旅游观光之外的实用价值。 接下来往海之韵广场走，听说那里还不错。进大连市区，发现大连其实是一座山城，到处都是陡坡，和重庆有得一比了。大连不大，干脆骑车绕一绕再去广场吧。绕来绕去，上坡下坎，花了接近两个小时，从手机google地图上看，应该基本把大连市区概略地骑了个遍了。陡坡太多，左膝盖又隐隐作痛了。太久没骑长途，前面这几天膝盖确实有点刺痛，坚持吧！ 翻过大连电视塔所在的小山丘，到达海之韵广场。这是一个巨大的滨海广场，看起来比天安门广场也小不了多少了，广场上人山人海地挤满了消遣的人群。除了大、除了能看到海，没什么特色可言。这里的观光西洋马车倒是挺受欢迎的，让我想起前不久在某地有人模仿英国王室结婚的阵仗的山寨场面。 想沿海一直骑到旅顺，但很不凑巧的是有一段滨海公路在封闭施工。遗憾地，只好绕行，到达棒棰岛对面的海滩，没有走著名的大连的滨海木栈道。 遇到一群老年人公路车队（不大明白东北这旮旯怎么这么多骑公路车的），他们骑车至此，游泳、打牌，可见大连人民的生活还是很悠闲的。听说我没去栈道，他们无不惋惜地说等于没来过大连。额，我前方的风景还多着呢，而且我也觉得我应该算来过大连了吧。 大连就这样走得差不多了，出发吧，像蝗虫一样，去侵袭另一个城市——旅顺。 旅顺离大连很近，不过道路起伏还是不算小的。路过东北财经大学，遇到几个正在门口穿着学士服拍毕业照的学生，突然想起自己离大学毕业已经整整一年了，时光荏苒啊！高中的老班长张天元曾就读于这里，要是还没毕业，就能蹭顿饭了。 走了不远，遇到海岸线上第一个隧道——黄泥川洞——又是一个有一定纪念意义的地。过了隧道，就基本到达旅顺了。 旅顺自古至今都是我国重要军港，作为可以震慑东北亚的北洋重镇，从我了解过的历史知识中，至少朱元璋时代已经有大规模海军常驻这里了。 旅顺最俱特色的，恐怕就是一路上众多指向某某炮台、某某军港的路了。我对历史颇有兴趣，决定今晚就在这个甲午战争重要战场所在地露营了。 应该是在旅顺市区的南部某Y字路口吧，指向海边的路写着：清代南子弹库大型火炮阵地、黄金山浴场，而这个路口正好有几家面馆，于是决定吃碗刀削面前往该遗址，并露营海滨。 不过找来找去没找到什么火炮阵地，倒是在海边找到一艘退役的潜艇。此时天已经开始黑了，择处扎营吧。 黄金山海水浴场是一个基本没有开发的海滩，位于黄金山南麓，某军事禁区附近。既然是军事管制地带，当然不能露营，只好去旁边的沙滩找地方。那里有一排看似管理处的平房，于是过去想找管理员沟通看能否通融露营。还没到门口，被一“匹”恶狗的狂吠声止住了脚步，之所以称之为一“匹”狗，是因为这狗有我的自行车那么大，拴在手腕粗的铁链上都能慑人心魄。 不敢进去了，还好管理员出来了。管理员是位70多岁的老头，和老伴儿住在这里，很谦和，爽快地答应了我露营的请求，并且邀我一起吃晚饭，可惜我刚刚吃过了，不然又可以蹭一顿。 这是一个不大的、甚至有不少塑料垃圾的砾石海滩，不过在朦胧的夜色下，泛蓝的色调还是很有美感的。旁边还有一块不知年代的字迹已经模糊的石碑，写着“旅顺口”三个大字，有不少情侣在这里谈情说爱。从某些角度看，也算是一处美丽的海滩。 外面人还很多，我先在帐篷里写了日记，打算晚一点再下海洗澡。 大约十点，人潮退去，我才穿着泳裤，趁着月色到海里去洗澡…… 今晚的月亮好大，天空云淡风轻，皎洁的月光洒落海面，好美！这样的风景，未来的道路上，我不知还要见到多少。再次坚定了我骑行到底的决心，就算是只为这些美到让人窒息的风景也是值得的了。 走到海滩，正准备宽衣解带，隐约见一女子独自坐在海边抽烟。我叫她，她不应，当我不存在，那我也只好旁若无人地脱得干干净净开始洗澡了。 海水冰冷，香皂在海水里也不融化，将就洗了洗就上岸了。无聊中……直觉告诉我这不是一个普通的女子，其实在这黑灯瞎火的偏僻郊野，谁一个人坐在这里都不大正常。 大概看了几眼，此女身材高挑匀称，相貌秀美，绝对是明星级美女！莫非？艳遇？！ 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赖政宏〖前言〗2013年8月7日上午，肯尼亚首都内罗毕乔默-肯雅塔国际机场爆发大火，烧毁国际到达大厅，机场关闭。听闻这个消息时，我们正在从安博塞利返回内罗比的路上。“既然机场关闭，我们是不是可以晚回几天？正好可以再去一次马赛马拉！”得知这条坏消息，我们的第一反应不是叹气，反倒有点幸灾乐祸。我们在马赛马拉只呆了三天，三天的时间，对于辽阔无边的马赛马拉草原来说哪里足够，只觉意犹未尽，诸多遗憾。8月8日，按原计划下午我们就将搭乘阿联酋航空返国。但一大早便得知消息，国际机场当天依旧关闭。清静和飞翔开始与旅行社及保险公司联系，75忙着联系更便宜的酒店，因为十有八九我们这天是无法离开了。走不了，但也去不了马赛马拉，因为正值马赛马拉的旺季，如果没有提前几个月预订住宿，根本是一房难求。午饭后，我们兵分两路：大部队去机场确认航班消息，我和蟋蟀头及75去希尔顿酒店预订当晚的住宿。因美亚保险认为机场火灾不在我们的保险范围之内，保险公司拒不承担我们滞留的任何费用，所以我们得找便宜一点的住宿。对于我们这类出行常住青旅或家庭旅馆的驴友来说，希尔顿这样的五星级酒店向来不在考虑之内。但，这是在内罗毕，我们必须为自己选择一个安全的酒店。而安全，往往则意味着昂贵。在希尔顿订好住宿后，我们三人赶到机场与大部队汇合。机场区的空气里依旧弥漫着一股浓烈的焦味，国际航班抵达区的建筑被浓烟熏黑，且部分坍塌。此情此景，惨不忍睹。对于我们这些滞留的客人将如何处置，机场与阿联酋航空没有任何表态。我们一无所获地离开机场，回到希尔顿。200美元/晚的住宿费，除了安全，我们并没得到更多。房间又小又旧，似乎连如家也不如，晚餐的费用又高得离谱，大家再也没有玩的心情，只一门心思想着回去。8月9日，一大早check out后赶到机场，机场早已是人潮汹涌，混乱不堪。我们挤在一个小通道处，在长不到十米的通道排了两三个小时，才总算安检完进入check-in大厅。原以为进去后便诸事大吉，谁知那只是等待的开始。check-in大厅里早已挤得人满为患，但离开的人少，进来的人却在源源不断地增加。在阿联酋团队check-in的柜台前又排队两小时后，方得知阿联酋当天并没增加一个航班，这意味着7号8号未离开的旅客将继续滞留。满怀希望的人群一片哗然，开始躁动不安。阿联酋航空的工作人员站在柜台上讲话，让非当天机票的乘客离开，“NO！NO！”滞留的旅客，而且大多是中国游客，喊着统一的口号，表示抗议。这样的劝退与躁动发生几个回合后，驻内罗毕的中国大使馆人员赶到，人群爆发出一阵掌声，集体喊着“我们要回家！我们要回家！”这样的场面我从未经历，有点震惊，也有点感动。大使馆参赞与各团队的领队交流后，又与阿联酋的工作人员沟通。但那晚，我们的等待并没有一个好的结束。八月的内罗毕，晚上凉风习习。机场上已搭了两天的帐篷，依然还在搭建中，黑人兄弟的工作效率，实在不能令人恭维。我们一群人站在机场的一块空地上，讨论我们的何去何从。讨论没有结果，唯一确定的是，先回酒店休息。在机场耗了一整天，大家都累了，身心俱疲。所幸的是，8月10日一大早，阿联酋航空便来电，要我们赶紧去机场。这一天，机场的秩序明显比前一天好很多，我们顺利地办完值机、通关、安检，直至坐到帐篷搭成的临时候机大厅时，心里才安定许多。心安之余，回想肯尼亚的这十多天旅程，只觉内心五味杂陈。原以为可以在肯尼亚无污染的大草原上畅快呼吸，享受天然氧吧，谁知灰尘铺天盖地，大家都用口罩或头巾捂着脸，每天回到房间都是蓬头垢面。原以为可以在内罗毕穿街走巷，享受逛街乐趣，谁知内罗毕安全堪忧，因抢劫时常发生，我们所停留的地方，除了餐厅，就是酒店。原以为只要在对的时节到了马赛马拉，每天都可以欣赏到角马过河的壮观场景，谁知这其实非常靠运气。但不得不承认，近距离看动物是多么美好的一件事。优雅的长颈鹿、温顺的斑马、性感的猎豹、稳重的大象、猥琐的鬣狗、霸气十足的狮子。。。当曾在动物园里才能看到的动物，忽然在我周围自由行走、奔跑，那感觉真是无以伦比的美妙。特别是当狮子情侣含情脉脉地对望时，那一刻，我的心瞬间被打动，化得如水一般温柔。当然，更多的故事，更多的细节，还是请与我一起，走进肯尼亚。 D1（7-29）上海——迪拜——内罗毕4点钟，天未亮，整个城市还在沉睡中，我俩便拎着行李从家里出发了，去浦东机场与朋友们汇合。我们将搭乘715的航班，经迪拜转机前往肯尼亚的首都内罗毕。在这之前，我只睡了3个小时。待飞机准时起飞时，我已进入沉沉的睡梦中。在梦中，我似乎进入了时光隧道，去往另一个不同维度的空间。但的确，那是另一个不同的国度，位于赤道上的东非国家——肯尼亚。抵达时，我们的时针将往回拨5个小时。时光倒流，在抵达肯尼亚的那一刻，梦想成真。 内罗毕国际机场，号称是东非最大、也最繁忙的机场，但在我们看来，小，且陈旧。繁忙却是真，当地时间傍晚19点过时，依然人流如潮，通关时，三四个关口处排着冗长的队伍。机场让人失望，但入住的酒店Crowne plaza却是当晚最大的惊喜了。出发之前，领队清静就说，肯尼亚的条件不太好， 即使五星级酒店，也不一定有wifi，也不保证有热水淋浴，千万不要用国内五星级酒店的准来衡量。所以，当我们走进酒店，便有人递上热毛巾和芒果汁，有人主动帮忙搬送行李，再到走进房间，眼前一亮，打开手机，免费联上wifi时，激动之情便难以言喻了。只是，酒店禁止吸烟，不仅只是酒店大堂等公共区域，所有房间都禁止抽烟。烟瘾难耐的蟋蟀头不甘心，让我打电话到前台，询问何处可以抽烟。话筒那边的声音，礼貌且明确：请下楼，走出酒店大门。如此严格的禁烟，是我们意想不到的，更意想不到的是，酒店居然在门口设有安检，所有的行李都必须通过安检。当时虽觉奇怪，却并不太为意，只是在后来的行程中，才渐渐明了其中的原因所在。 D2（7-30）内罗毕——马赛马拉 早餐后，我们便径直驱车离开酒店，没有在内罗毕作任何停留，直接驶向马赛马拉。座落在使馆区的Crowne plaza，似乎位于市区之外，仅几分钟而已，我们便已远离内罗毕，行驶在两边是乡村或镇子的公路上。而内罗毕的真实面貌，尚未见识。 我们团队20人，共租了六辆面包车，每辆车3-4人。我和蟋蟀头、龙之杰三人一辆。刚上车坐稳，蟋蟀头便要我和司机说，带我们去买打火机。司机约瑟夫Joseph一口答应。一边开车，一边回过头说道：“no problem.” 刹车没踩，车速没减，还回过头来说话，他这个举动吓坏了我，赶紧说道：“别转头，别转头！”我的话音刚落，约瑟夫又把头转了回来，举着手里的香烟告诉我们，“车里可以吸烟”。他这句话让蟋蟀头和龙之杰高兴不已，赶紧给约瑟夫递过去一支烟。因为，在这之前，我们的导游再三告诫，肯尼亚很多地方不能随便吸烟，比如公共场所、草原、车上。但刚出发，就有这样的破例，两个烟鬼当然兴奋不已。他俩兴奋，我却有另外的担忧。约瑟夫开车时只要说话，必定回头，这习惯令我最初非常担心行驶的安全问。但实际上，我当然是多虑了。黑人司机的脑袋后面似乎还长了另一双眼睛似的，他们即使回头说话，也能灵活地与对面的车辆擦肩而过。 9点过，我们途中的第一次停车，杜导说，东非大裂谷到了。东非大裂谷，这条长度相当于地球周长1/6的大裂谷，是大陆上最大的断裂带。深陷的地沟，犹如地球的一道巨大伤疤。位于肯尼亚的裂谷，只是东非大裂谷的一部分。在裂谷地带，发现了距今已经有350万年的“能人”（从猿到人过渡阶段的人）遗骨，诸多考古发现证明东非大裂谷是人类文明最古老的发源地之一。在人类起源问上，很多科学家支持“非洲起源说”，即目前生活在世界各地的现代人类的祖先在大约20万年前起源于非洲，然后在距今10万年以内离开非洲，向亚洲和欧洲扩散。我们其实都是非洲后裔，你相信吗？maybe。但眼前的大裂谷，因为角度问，并不能让我们感受到视觉上的震撼。眼见不一定为实，便是这个道理。在大裂谷观景点，蟋蟀头的最大收获，可能便是买到的两盒火柴。观景点旁边一个木雕礼品店，我问售货员是否有打火机出售？他摇头，然后从袋中掏出1盒火柴。我点点头，“这个也行。” 售价1美元，没有讨价还价。想再问他多买一盒，他跑去另一个房间，对另一个人叽叽咕咕一阵后，那个人不知从什么角落里又翻出一盒火柴。火柴难道是这里的稀缺货？我有点不明白。后来问约瑟夫，为何他们不卖打火机，只有火柴？他回答，因为打火机的气有伤身体，所以人们不爱用。真是这样吗？我半信半疑。 再一次停车时，正值中午时分，我们停在一家酒店午餐。下了车，男人们除了抽烟，便是纷纷抢着与黑人兄弟合影。他们的心思谁都明白，无非是想彰显一下自己的皮肤有多白。蟋蟀头之前一直说自己晒得太黑，现在他终于心理平衡了。不仅不黑，而且看起来似乎太白了。 我们的司机约瑟夫，英语说得比我溜。在曾经是英国殖民地的肯尼亚，英语是官方语言，课本全部是英语写成。所以，只要上过学读过书的肯尼亚人，都会说一口流利英语，而且还是英式口语。非洲是一夫多妻制，所以我很好奇，约瑟夫娶了几个妻子。当他回答我，没有结婚时，我大为诧异。再问他年龄，他告诉我，他43了。听闻他已43岁还没有结婚，我表示不相信。他淡淡地笑着，“结过婚，但现在离了。”后来聊起他的生意时，他才说，7～10月是肯尼亚的旺季，他几乎天天开车在外；即使淡季的时候，也是隔一周外出一周，聚少离多，所以就离婚了，而且没有儿女。现在正和一个中国女孩交往中。约瑟夫的坦诚相告，让我了解到现在的肯尼亚，城市中的男人们迫于经济上的压力，一夫多妻在减少，这种现象也许在农村会更为普遍。 午餐是自助餐。实际上，我们在肯尼亚这一路上，在酒店都是自助餐，如果在草原上，就是酒店准备的餐盒。非洲的饮食比想像中好。午餐后，继续上路。路边的植物，开始变得奇奇怪怪。 初来乍到，沿途的所有风景都令我们感觉新鲜，即使车没有停留片刻，我们手中的相机快门也没停歇过。在通往马赛马拉的前半段路程时，约瑟夫并不干涉我们拍照，但后半段路经一些小镇时，他便严禁我们拍照，“NO photo!”他说归说，我们拍归拍，并不太理会他的干涉。但没想到，他神情更加严肃地阻止道：“这里不要拍照！如果你们再拍，街上的人会拿石子扔我们的。”一边说，他一边晃着右臂，做出扔石子的举动。我看着路边的人们，他们中的有些人在我们经过时还会向我们挥挥手。我很难想像，如果我拍他们，下一刻，他就会捡起石头攻击我们。但约瑟夫的严肃劲告诉我们，他不是在瞎编故事，他一定亲身经历过，他的车可能就被那些石子砸坏过。 越接近马赛马拉，灰尘越大。当车从公路转入土路时，灰尘已是铺天盖地，迎着车袭来。即使车窗全部摇紧，也丝毫无用，在剧烈的颠簸中，车窗很容易就被颠开一条缝，然后缝隙越来越大。车中，一股干燥而呛人的土味，弥散开来。我和蟋蟀头都戴上了口罩，但过不了太久，蟋蟀头还是把口罩摘到了一边，“太闷了，气也喘不过来的感觉”。约瑟夫果然不愧有15年的车龄，驾驶经验丰富，即使路烂到极点，车七摇八颠，他也几乎不减速。别小看他这辆破面包车，可是改装过的拥有四驱的面包车。真正是面包车的外型，越野车的本领。车虽然颠得厉害，但我们还是睡着了。待再醒来时，蟋蟀头抹了下嘴巴，伸手向我要水喝，“我得喝口水把嘴里的土给咽下去。”他这话，把我刚喝进嘴里的水，差点喷出来。待我们六辆车终于全部停下来，我们可以下车透下风喘口气时，周围已是一片清新。“快看，那边的一群羚羊！”不知谁叫了一声，所有人的相机都对准了不远处草地上的一小群羚羊 。这是我们在草原上第一次看到动物，难免兴奋。但在后面的几天，这样的羚羊随处可见时，大家也就习以为常了。毕竟，这是非洲大草原上最最常见的一种动物。 上车，继续向前。刚刚进入马赛马拉的我们，新鲜、好奇、兴奋。显然，斑马比我们淡定许多。七八月是马赛马拉的冬季，枯黄的草色，一片片地蔓延开来，羚羊开始随处可见。我们的车停在了马赛村的门口。这些身披红布，手执一根木棒的男人，便是传说中连野兽也怕的骁勇善战的马赛人。我拿着一袋给小朋友们准备的棒棒糖跳下车，谁知，刚下车，这袋棒棒糖就几乎被这些男人们瓜分干净。去非洲之前，在书中了解到，马赛人不爱拍照，因为他们担心拍照会带走他们的灵魂。所以，我对去马赛村拍照心有顾忌。但是，这已不是一般的马赛村了，它已经商业化。早已见惯了各类游客，再加上我的棒棒糖，这些马赛男人都很乐意与我合影一张，即使把他们人手不离的木棒借我一用也是无所谓。 要识别马赛男人很容易，因为他们的装束很醒目：两块红底黑条或红底黑格的布，一块扎在腰上遮羞，一块披在肩上。马赛男人之所以喜欢身披红布，其实是为了吓跑狮子等野兽，保护他们赖以生存的牛群。随着时代的变迁，这块传统的红布不再是单一的红底黑条，也变换出多种样式，出现了黑条、黄条、蓝条或者黄格、蓝格，唯一不变的就是大红的底色。蟋蟀头提出要披一下他们身上的那块红布，那个马赛人立马答应，把自己身上的披风解下来，给蟋蟀头围上，再系个结，就OK了，穿戴十分容易。 这个说一口流利英语的马赛男人叫Peter，我注意到，甚至于他的装束都与其他马赛男人不一样。Peter指着距离我们不远的一个小门说道：“请大家抓紧时间，赶紧过来吧，我们为你们准备了节目。”那个用树枝扎起来的拱形小门便是马赛村的入口，低矮的入口与他们修长的身材完全不符。我们猜想是为防大型野兽进入才设计成这样的。参观马赛村并非免费，每人要收取35美元。这样一个自费项目让团队中的部分人有点犹豫不决，踌躇着是否要花200多人民币的门票去参观一个商业化的小村落。他们的犹而不决让Peter有点不耐烦了，大声地说道，“如果不参观村子，请不要再拍任何照片。”不能拍人，即使拍风景照也不行。最终，我们的团队一分为二，一部分去参观马赛村，另一部分则直接去酒店。关于值得不值得，每个人的心里都有把秤，且准不一，难以评判。我只是认为，既然已到了别人家门口了，人都站门口欢迎我们了，那就去吧，就算是一种礼仪。门票，就算是我们登门拜访的一点礼金而已。去亲朋好友家串门做客，我们还得拎点东西了，去别人村里作客送点礼品更是无可厚非。最重要的是，即使这已是一个对游客开放的马赛村，它也还是马赛村，是马赛人自己的家，而非一个临时搭建起来供游客参观的人工景点。跟着Peter进了马赛村。过那道拱门时，身材矮小如我，也得弯腰才能进入。村不大，零落地散着一些土坯砌成的房屋。低矮的土屋，与马赛人的身高同样不匹配。待我们一一进入，十几个马赛男人已经排成一排，准备为我们跳“勇士之舞”。“勇士之舞”是马赛男人的传统舞蹈，在他们的哼唱中，一个接一个的马赛人开始立定跳高，跳完一轮，再来一轮。除了绷紧小腿，笔直地往上跳，勇士之舞没有更多动作，手上也不需要多余的比划，只要尽可能地跳得高些就行。这真是我所见过的最简单的舞蹈。但其实，跳得高，跑得快，历来就是马赛人对勇士的认定准，这其实也与他们的游牧习性相关。（拍摄者：蟋蟀头） 跳完舞，Peter开始为我们介绍他们的村庄。Peter说，收来的门票钱是为六个村子的100多个孩子筹建学校而用。得知我们每人交的35美元将用来建学校时，我心里顿时宽慰了许多。我问Peter，他为何会说英语？因为在我的想法里，以游牧为生的马赛部落，遵循传统生活方式的马赛人，一口流利的英语，似乎与他们完全沾不上边。Peter告诉我，他上过学。他竟然上过学？我有点吃惊。再问，村里有多少人上过学时，他平静地说道：“两个人。”另一个人，便是他的弟弟。“你是村长吗？”我问。能有这样特殊待遇的人，在我看来，必定是特权阶层。“NO。my father is chief.” 原来，他是酋长的儿子。Peter很得意地告诉我，他有10个老婆？十个老婆？！太让人吃惊了，他怎么顾得过来？“你结婚了吗？”这次轮到他向我提问了。“结婚了。”我指了指正在拍照的蟋蟀头。“不过，他只有我一个老婆。”我补充道。“你老婆向我提了这么多问，看来她爱上我了。要不，你把她让给我吧！”Peter开玩笑地和蟋蟀头说道。“NO。”蟋蟀头摇着头答道。但后来，他后悔了，和我说，“我应该假装答应他，再看他打算用多少头牛来换你，你就知道你值多少头牛了！”他刚一说完，便被我狠狠地掐了一下。不过，以畜牧为生的马赛人，的确是用牲畜作为娶亲的聘礼，据说十头牛就可以娶一个老婆。 接下来，Peter就要带我们进屋去参观了。马赛人的房屋用泥土和牛龚搭建而成，屋顶则用茅草盖上。在马赛娶老婆，男人不用担心房子问，因为房屋都由老婆搭建，一个老婆一个屋子。门很小，依然只能弯腰进去。进去后是厅，除了一股难闻的骚味，小小的厅里什么也没有。如果要坐下来，对着门，靠墙的一侧有一条砌高的土堆，可以当沙发一用。而这难闻的味道，则来自牲畜。因为牲畜是马赛人的财产，有时晚上会让牛羊进屋，以防被野兽偷袭。所以，马赛人的房屋实际上是人畜共用，有股怪味也就在所难免了。侧面有个更小的门洞，钻进去，再向左转个弯，便是卧室了。这样的内部构造，其实是防止野兽或者敌人的贸然闯入。卧室小得可怜。靠右的地上用土稍微砌高点，再铺一些布，就是他们的床了。我有一个疑问，马赛人这么高的个子，这么短的床，岂不是从来都不能伸直腿睡觉？距离床边不到一米远的土灶，便是他们煮饭的地方。而墙上那个透着光亮的小洞，则是窗户。在我看来，说是窗户实在太不贴切，怎么看也只能说是个窗洞。在屋里生火煮东西，却只有这么小的两个窗孔换气，人住里面岂不要闷死？灯呢？屋里黑漆漆的一片，他们晚上用什么照明呢？杜导的解释是，马赛人的生活是日出而作，日落而息，天黑就睡觉了，根本用不着点灯。家徒四壁，马赛人的房屋真是把这个词解释得再透彻不过。（拍摄者：蟋蟀头）几个人挤在屋里，没呆多久，已觉缺氧，再加上屋内气味奇怪，我必须得出去透口气了。一出来，迎面便撞上一气质不凡的老者，他便是Peter的父亲——酋长大人。蟋蟀头按中国人的见面规矩，赶紧递上一支烟。老酋长把烟接过来，微笑不语。虽然他不会英语，我们无法更多交流，但老酋长的确是给人一种大家长的感觉。 令人惊讶的是，马赛人至今沿袭万年前钻木取火的传统。两个人搭手。把一束枯草杆垫在地上，草杆上再放一个带孔的木块，一人用手按紧这个木块，不让它移动。另一人则用一根木棍穿过木块的孔眼，并两手合掌转动木棍。18秒的时候，开始有烟冒出，不到30秒，那束枯草杆已有些许火星。马赛人便把木棍和木块拿开，用手捧着枯草杆，用嘴对着火星开始吹。烟雾越来越大，直至那束枯草杆燃起了红色的火苗。钻木取火成功，全过程仅1分钟15秒。但我永远是那个“为什么小姐”，从小到大都是如此。我从蟋蟀头那里拿来一盒火柴，问Peter，“你们为何不用火柴呢？这个更方便快捷。”说完，我掏出一根火柴，准备示范给他看，让他知道现代文明的厉害。哪知，第一根火柴竟然没划燃；换一根火柴，不行；再换一根。连换几根火柴后，Peter笑了，我却万分沮丧，并且无从解释。也许，是神不想破坏马赛人对钻木取火的执着吧，想借马赛人将这古老的传统保持下去，以告诉后人，我们人类曾经用这样的方式取火。令人啼笑皆非的是，随后Peter拿了一个带孔的木块问我，要不要买？而且开价不菲。 接着，女人们终于登场，为我们表演唱歌。与马赛男人相比，女人的穿着就色彩丰富许多，而且身形相对肥胖，不知这是否与生育有关。 一夫多妻，全世界男人的梦想。不能一夫多妻，但至少可以与老婆们合个影。男队友们都纷纷跑过去与马赛女人合影，领队清静跑得最快，顺利拔得头筹，75次之，飞翔第三。只是，老婆们却越来越少。可怜的蟋蟀头，轮到他时，只剩三个马赛女人了。但他还是很开心，跟着马赛女人一起边唱边扭。她们唱的是马赛语，可蟋蟀头，你唱的又是什么呢？虽然是第四个上场，但明显他很受马赛女人的欢迎，一起唱歌，还一边有所交流。只是，你们在说什么呢？ 唱完几曲后，马赛女人们散去，Peter要继续带我们去参观。他指着房屋后面草地上围成半圆形的货摊说，“This is our market.”货摊上的东西无非是一些手链、项链和木制工艺品。Peter指着手链和项链告诉我说：“这些都是我们村里的女人做的。”然后指着木雕说，“这些都是我们男人做的。”“卖这些东西的收入也将用来建我们的学校。”看着这些做工粗糙，且大同小异的商品，这一次，我却有点怀疑了。真的是自己做的？真的会把钱用来建学校？无论如何，读过书的Peter已经不再是一个原始的马赛人了，也许，在他的意识里，早已植入了市场经济。不过后来再想想，即使这些收入不是用来建学校，而是用来改善他们的生活，也未尝不可。毕竟，他们的生活环境，真的不咋样。而事实上，随着时代的发展，旅游业的兴起，放牧早已不再是他们唯一的谋生手段。旅游收入，已经成为这些村庄重要的收入来
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张珮瑜Northern Wilderness, Solo Traverse of the Great Chang TangMr YANG Liusong, a Chinese who just finished the first solo traverse over Chang Tang by cycling from west to east in recorded human history, shared his stunning Expedition with all of us through the forum 8264 https//bbs.8264.com/thread-512349-1-1.html . In order to share his legendary journey with those who cannot read Chinese, I translate his story to English here, which has been approved by Mr YANG Liusong. Hope you guys enjoy it.为了让杨同学的传奇能让全世界的驴友分享，俺决定把杨同学的帖子翻译成英文。为了避免麻烦，俺先来个免责声明：1。杨同学不认识俺，也没有授权俺，如果他说不要翻译了那俺就随时终止；2。俺没有商业目的，译版版权归杨同学，俺啥也不要，也不承担法律责任；3。没有杨同学授权，不敢擅自发在国外网站，发在原帖处，荣誉归8264；4。俺英语水平有限，欢迎指正，欢迎转贴。 Northern Wilderness, Solo Traverse of the Great Chang TangBy Yang LiusongIt has been three months since I traversed the unpopulated region in the Great Chang Tang. There are many like-minded asking me about it. I now present this thread to briefly tell everybody about my journey.The starting point of this traverse was from the highest peak of the western part of the Tibetan plateau, Jieshan Daban, and the day was April 20, 2010.I was heading eastward passing Bungdag Co, Yanghu Co, Rola Co, and Kangzhagri Mountain, which crossed over the desolate region from west to east. The journey continued northward to enter the unpopulated area of Altun Mountains, through Hoh Xil Mountains, Kunlun Mountains, Whale lake, ..., finally met some people by the Aqqikkol Hu and then arrived in Huatugou by vehicle three days later and that day was July 5. It had been 77 days in total. I had been all alone 74 days after leaving Jieshan Daban until arriving inAqqikkol Hu, which was about 1400km and about four months.[The Great Chang Tang] In Tibetan, ";Chang Tang" means northern empty wilderness while narrowly, means unpopulated region in northern part of Tibet. However, it actually indiCATes all of the no man's land in northern. The great Chang Tang includes desolate places in Northern Tibet, Hoh Xil, Alun Mountains, and Kunlun Mountains, which are interconnected to form the unique and super empty wilderness in the world. Only because Hoh Xil is the most known name, most people just think this vast land is equivalent to Hoh Xil. In reality, Hoh Xil is only a small piece of the Great Chang Tang both administratively and geologically. The Great Chang Tang, the last land to chase your freedom and dream.The route that I traversed ForeplayI arrived in Tibet in the early March, a couple of troubles bothered me. The brand new plug got its positive and negative wrongly connected; the rivets of my rucksack eASIly got broken from now and again; and a multi-functional charger got damaged and so on. Riding my bike to Ngari for warming up of this journey, lost my rucksack but later got it back; lost my camera bag and got it back later again, and finally lost a big bicycle pannier in the street of Gyangze town under the eyes of police, including clothes, solar panel and so on.Without much choice, I returned to Lhasa to adjust all the stuff I would need in the wilderness. Then I begged some luck by going to Nyingchi to enjoy the blossoms of peach trees and to take a hot spring bath. I even had the privilege to enjoy time with ten girls in the hot spring. I felt my bad luck had all gone and then returned to Lhasa again to prepare going to Ngari. I did not expect that I was cheated on by some hustler and lost some money and delayed my schedule for a week. I had to find a car myself quickly to Nagri. However, I lost the tool for fast-parting my rear wheel on my way to Nagri, where was a remote area in Tibet and nowhere to buy the tool. Even if there was one in Lhasa it would take at least ten days for a special delivery service. I was lucky that my mate Duola asked a driver to bring the tool for me from Lhasa. I thought there should be no more nightmare like this but the nozzle of my brand new multi-fuel stove was broken. The next day I tried everywhere to weld them back together. The first three shops could not do the welding for copper. The fourth one said they could do it but could not guarantee a sUCCess. The engineer said it would be ten Chinese yuans if it was a success. I agreed. Just in seconds, my nozzle became crap in a flash of lightening. I was so upset. Again, Duola helped me by bringing her own MSR oil stove and Dingding's sleeping bag to Nagri. That was already April 16 and I did not have much time to waste. The following day I found a vehicle heading to Jieshan Daban.The sand storm over Yarlung Zangbo RiverA lonely peach tree blossoming in Yarlung Zangbo Grand CanyonNatural hot spring in wild, me singing and drinking (photo by a friend of mine) Day 1(April 20), 16km, Camping 5192mIt was a truck with a full load of iron wastes, arriving in Jieshan Daban at 6'o clock in the morning. It was still night and extremely cold and dark. Driver was not bothered to pop his head out of the driving cab. I climbed up on the top of the iron wastes, taking my bicycle down. In a hurry, I punched my old water bag. Fortunately I had another MSR water bag given by a friend of mine otherwise I would definitely fail without even starting my journey. For the first time for me to set up the brand new tent in strong, cold winds. It would be impossible to do so if the tent was not a whole piece. Extremely cold outside, about -15C, might be lower than that, I put my head into the sleeping bag but was nearly suffocated to death, honestly. The smell of Dingding's sleeping bag was, lol, so extraordinary. I woke up around 11 o'clock. There were still strong winds outside so that I had to use my bodyweight to keep the tent in place. At the time when I just started to cook and eat, four patrolling soldiers approached me. To their surprise someone, in this season, camped in Jieshan Daban. I was so nervous and afraid they were the people to block my journey because I was caught and deported from the desolate land last year. Luckily the four soldiers did not know my destination and were very kind to me. After they left, I immediately packed my stuff and pushed my bike into the depths of the unpopulated area just in case anything unexpected happened.The bike was very heavy due to the provisions and hard to control. There was even a quite small hill that I had to remove my bike panniers to get over it. This really struck me because this happened even the path was still the hardship one at the moment and I could not imagine what I would do once I entered the uncertain, endless wilderness. Until now I had not met anyone, even the nomadic pastoralists. I remembered there were quite a few of them roaming at the edge of the northern Tibetan plateau last year. All of these indicated it was not the good pasture season in such low temperature and strong winds. Around 16km there was a sheep cote, where I passed it last year, east of Lungmu Co. I was exhausted at this point so that I decided to camp in here and to rest my head. After arranging tent everything I went out to look for the wetland discovered by Duola and Liumeng last year. I was determined to find it.There were many hot springs in the wetland which were underground water with a constant temperature. The wetland therefore became an ideal habitat for some fishes and weeds under such harsh weather, which was the very unique land feature of terrain in this over 5200m highland.Perpetual snow in the valley blown to corn shape by strong windsThis wetland was discovered by Duola and Liumeng. The workers at a nearby mine did not know it and I too missed it last yearUnderground water with a constant temperature, an ideal habitat for some fishes and weeds under such icy weather 感谢大伙儿支持和加分，不一一回复了。特别感谢多啦，希望能有机会一起喝酒吃肉。 Day 2 (April 21), 0km, Camping5192mBlustering gale all night, up and down like ocean waves. The next day rather than continuing to travel, I stayed inside the sheep cote, hesitating and pondering over. Indeed, there were so many problems before this journey;I did not have sufficient physical preparation;the load had already reached its limitation; I still coughed a lot;the weather was so extreme and cold. All in all, I did not think this journey was well prepared and I did not have confidence in completing this journey mentally and physically. To do, or not to do, it was the question. Similarly I did not have confidence in my facilities, not knowing whether all of them would work functionally or not. The fact was one of the rivets got broken again and the front rack came loose. In the afternoon, I replaced all the rivets of the panniers with screws I had prepared before. This was an excellent job I had done which gave me no further troubles throughout my whole journey. I also re-adjusted the front rack. However I did not think it would definitely all right because I did not have a tool to do it. When the darkness descended,I made up my mind to continue my journey, which, of course, was not beyond any imagination. Orchid-like weedsSmall springs everywhere, clear and chillyA thin layer of ice covering the fresh spring water The sheep cote, it was the door under the sleeping bag, which was in the same place as last year, everything looked like yesterdayThe wetland at duskLungmu Co at dusk. You could hear the gigantic sound of wind if the picture had a sound Day 3 (April 22), 52.4km, Camping 5145mGot up in the morning, could not put everything into the bags. Without much choice I had to throw away three portions of tsampa, elbow pads, and crampons. Following the road of the lead-zinicmine I found the side path to enter the wilderness, which was on the riverbed and very hard to see. I missed this side path last year so that I had to take a short cut into the wilderness directly then. That was why I had taken extra care to find the side path. The following journey was to get over a big hill, which lay 5275m above sea level and was the highest point of my whole journey. Around 2 o'clock in the afternoon, I passed the side path leading to Orba Co and started a journey which was complete strange to me. I ate a piece of pilot breads, which was frozen like rocks so that I had to use my spade to crush it. At 6 o'clock in the evening, I had pushed plus rode my bicycle for about 32 km. I reckoned I should have been able to double this if I did no carry such heavy load. The wind became stronger and stronger. I opened the parasail kits and tested it. The result was far beyond what I expected. With the aid of the strong wind I was just like flying over the wilderness. After 8 o'clock in the evening, I started to observe the water Source and to get ready to camp. Map showed there were successive springs along the path and assembled to puddles. But I had overestimated the water source here in this land and in this season there were endless wilderness inside the valley, where I could not see a single drop of water. As it became darker and darker, I felt a little bit nervous which resulted in three spokes of the parasail broken and became a useless rubbish. Anyway, it helped me to move forward 20km more which benefited me a lot later on. When time approached 9.30 pm, it was almost completely dark. I had to lie my bike on the ground and went on to try to find water on the north side of the valley. This was a wide and flat sandy land, where I could not see any ditches there and further was complete darkness. I returned to get my GPS to look up the contours and found the south part of the valley was closer to a hill so I took the way. Finally I found a piece of ice in a ditch. I smashed about 20litre of ice. The ice was quite shallow scattered with sheep poo. On my way back, my eyes were hurt by strong winds, which got me a couple of days to recover. It was nearly 23 o'clock after I set up the tent. It also took about 40 mins to melt the ice. I was so tired and my appetite was completely spoiled. I then had a little bit of milk. I had never expected thing would go like this, it was so distressing. Streams along the path, ice everywhereThe river flew into Matou Hu, in whose north part there was a satellite lake, a wonderful ice-skating court It took 40mins to melt the ice in midnight Day 4 (April 23), 31km, Camping 5028mA cloudy day with gusts. From now and again, hails chased me from behind. Sunny spell. Heavy sandy land made me have to push my bike. At 3pm, I arrived at Luxing Hu, where there was a house made of clay. This was the last permanent building of my journey. Last year, Duola and Liumeng once lived in this house for three days without meeting anybody. It seemed it was the same but the truck parking in front of the house made me worry about. I went to the sheep cote first to check over, where there were only a few lambs following me everywhere I went later on. This made me feel warm in my heart. I observed farther places using my binoculars but could not see any people or sheeps. After making sure there were no people around I opened the locked door using a screwdriver. The living room was very clean. There were two boxes of beverages on the ground and a string of cured lamb legs hanging over in the interior room. A pot of water was on the top of the stove, lukewarm, which indicated the host must be not far away from his home. I filled up my water bag and left the house. I also put the screws back to the door in order not to leave any trace of my visiting. I then took a spanner from the toolbox of the truck, which gave me great help for the rest of the journey.I left the house as quickly as possible. After last year's experience, the nomadic pastoralists were the last people I wanted to meet. A few hundred meters away from the house, the vehicle traces were fading fast. Even downhill, I had to push rather than to ride because of the heavy loose sand. From the route point of view, only after Luxing Hu it was the real unpopulated land. After many days, I thought of the lamb legs from time to time. It was pity that I then had plenty of provisions and the bike was too heavy to carry anything more. Continue to melt the ice under the morning sunshine, all of the sheep poo had been removed carefullyCamping site, the little hill over there was the place where I got the ice last nightThe house by the Luxing Hu, empty, the last permanent building I saw throughout my journeyDay 5 (April 24), 19.8km, Camping 4951mSet off at 10.30 in the morning, the weather was similar to yesterday. Probably this road was the high plain or somewhere the wind passed so that it was so windy. The average wind speed was degree 6 but could reach degree 9 in the blick of an eye. The road was still full of sand and very heavy to walk on it. My eyes became worse under such harsh weather. About three o'clock in the afternoon, I saw something in my right, looked like antenna. I went closer to see what it was and found out it was an iron tower (the triangulation station). In 1970s, a joint team from Chinese three military regiments entered this area doing research. They have left a lot of triangulation stations and benchmarks, which I had the priviledge to see them today.At dusk, I approached to a spring by the Bungdag Co, which flew into the frozon lake. The sand and soil, brought by the strong wind, scattered on the surface of the ice all over the lake. There were so many cracks around the icey surface of the lake. I geussed it must be caused by the springs under the water rather than by melted ice. In the west of the Bungdag Co was the side path leading to Keriya Pass, where a SUV could reach directly. I had looked out any vehicle Tracks but failed. The cloudy sky started to snow. I set up the tent comfortably because I knew that I was safe having such a sweet spring beside me.Triangulation station erected by scientists from the joint research team on Chang Tang of three military regiments in 1971[size=+0]The gap between water and ice in Bungdag Co, I guessed there must be some springs under the lakeThe storm just above the ground, a chaotic darkness[size=+0]Icy Bungdag Co,one of the four biggest lakes in Northern Tibet, wild ducks flying over this vastness and lonenessSnowing at any time, should not happen so frequently like this in this seasonDay 6 (April 25), 4.3km, Camping 5002mWeathering landforms everywhere around this area. Spongy volcanic rocks could be found easily. I pushed my bike turning around a small hill, seeing a big river, the Yinshui He, flowing from Orba Co into Bungdag Co, which I had been to its upstream last year. It was also a passage for animal migration. The downstream of the river was extremely wide and broad. The thickess of the ice layer could reach one meter with the main stem in the middle course of the river, very deep. There were a few springs along the river, sweet and clear.I only went forward a little bit more than 4km but I had walked more than 20km for finding my way. It was not possible to cross the main stem, let alone the north bank of Bungdad Co. What I could only do was to try to find a shallow place to cross. But the southern area was a even larger piece of wetland and forced the road turn towards west. I spent a couple of hours but failed to find a good point to cross the river. In the afternoon, I decided to follow the edge of the wetland. When I reached the hill foot, the wetland finally disappeared. Around this area, there were clearly volcanic feature of terrain and I even found traces of pasturing and cairns made from volcanic rock.Here was the last pasturing trace I found throughout my journey, I guessed it was a summer pasture area. After this, there was no clear sign of human activities in this vast wilderness. I had been looking for my ways until it was dark. I made up my mind where to go TOMOrrow. The terrain here looked like Yardang landforms, as well as volcanic landforms The Yinshui He river from Orba CoSprings scattered all over the river bank, painted green by lovely algaeThe river was very deep. The mixture of green and amber colour showed the sand and mud carried by the melted iceThick layer of ice, sunken surface caused by strong gustsThe south course of the Yinshui He, countless small streams. To the right was the wetlandLooking for ways in the east, a trace of pasturing and the cairn made from spongy volcanic rocksMy camp, opposite to the hillDay 7 (April 26), 11km, Camping 5009mI moved forward to the direction I found yesterday, turning around the wetland and walking toward east. At 2pm, I was blocked by the zigzag Yinshui He again and I had no choice but to cross it. The river was about 700m wide, covered by ice which appeared very different. The hanging ice, the folding ice, the piling-up ice, the icy puddle, and the sleet were everywhere along the river bank. Having noticed all of these, I reckoned the river would be receding at dusk, which was why there were so many different shapes and forms of ice. I put my slipper on, going into the main stream of the river. I found there were at least three different courses of the river, the thickness of the surface ice varied and the river water reached above my knees. I sighed there would be no way back once I crossed this river. There are many ways in one's life too, you can only take it once and you will no long have the courage to repeat it.I pushed the bike crossing the river. Some of the ice was a bit soft, jamming the tyres so that I had to use my feet to break them first. Some of the ice was a bit thick but with half-melted underneath, sticking the the bike completely, some of the ice was half-water half-ice with a sandy riverbed, which was really hard to pass. I had to remove all of the panniers at the last stage of the crossing. I spent the whole four hours to cross the river, my legs got many bloody cuts. At 6pm, the surface ice was almost disappeared completely, the river level rapidly rising to a chaotic status. I thought if I hesitated a little bit at that time, I could not have the courage to cross this river under such circumstances. The river bank was unimaginably sandy and was quite steep. I had to unloaded the panniers again to reach the top of the bank. By the time of sunset, the weather became exceptionally good. The sunlight from the descending sun, the blue sky, the faint moon, .... I liked such a colorful and peaceful Chang Tang and very much enjoyed my camp and myself bathed in such beautiful colour.The ice like this was very thin and suspended, far away from the main stemHard surface with half-melted underneath, the soft sand at the botton was most scaryThe ice like this could easily jam the wheels, hard to get it outI had to unload the panniersChaotic water and terrible hails turned up in no timeThe Chang Tang at the moment liked it used to be,a mixture of cold and warm tones under the golden setting sun Day 8 (April 27), 14.6km, Camping 5112mLast night, I forgot to bring in the odometer, which was out of order due to the coldness in midnight. Since then I used GPS to check the mileage. The digital thermometer was no longer working. I had to use mercury thermometer to collect data. Night temperatures were basically between –15℃—–20℃ while the temperature inside my tent was about –10℃. The advantage of the integrated tent was that it limited the ventilation so to keep warm inside. However, it got clearly disadvantage of heavy condensation and dew. Every morning, there was plenty of frost inside the tent so that I had to put my hood on First Before fully getting dressed. The winds in Chang Tang finally became consistent with the pattern I had researched the other day no or very tiny wind in the morning, strong wind started after 2pm, and then at around 8pm its strength was reduced again. The accuracy of this prediction was about 80%.The road was very bad today. I walked whole afternoon in an ancient riverbed and it was so difficult that I had to use all of my strengths to move a small step forward and then to stop to breath, slower than a snail. After five hours' struggling, my eyes got wet when I saw the grassy river bank. Finally! The nightmare was over.Cold and clear morningHeavy morning condensation in the interior, a lot of frost to clearSuch dawning sunlight indicated a cloudy day ahead Day 9 (April 28), 18km, 5072mIn the morning I entered a range of sandy roads which were so terrible. The solar panel specially designed for GPS got short circuited. After checking it was found to be the diode got damaged. Luckily I got a replacement. Because the GPS was exclusively supplied by a solar panel so that it was no longer a problem for the power supplement of GPS. In a period of 70 days, I did replace the battery once, which saved me a lot of alkaline batteries. I did have another solar panel of 5.4 W which was used specifically for 7.5V Camera, DV and other digital facilities. Unlike water, I had never been short of power.At 7pm in the evening, I arrived at Pur Co. The surface of this lake was very odd the ice by the river bank rose and the river bank was broken, I reckoned that was due to the strong winds. The ice there was mingled with something yellow, could be the stain of alkali. There were many wild yaks on the other side of the lake. There could be two brown bears but I could not be for certain. On the east side of the lake, there was a peninsula leading to the centre of the lake. I camped just opposite to the peninsula. At night , I smashed the ice to get drinking water, which tasted alkali. For the first time I cooked the cereals, which was brought completely by accident. This was just because I found there was a little bit of extra space when I was in Nagri packing the stuff for this journey so that I bought two packs of cereals. It tasted disgusting, probably there was too much alkali in the water. I threw away half of it. Later I realised that probably I subconsciously felt that the provisions was so heavy. I would rather make it lighter at any cost.Dry all my stuff in the morning sun, a routine matterA faint dusk in Pur CoThe river bank pushed up by ice and opened like zipper by gustsThe pushed up surface of the iceThe place where I got my drinking water, a thin layer of ice behind the ablation corns The moment just before sun set, glittering Pur Co, nothing was the same差点儿没找到俺自己的帖子，原来变色了。多谢各位鼓励。 Day 10 (April 29), 16km, Camping 5141mIn the morning, I walked around the north bank of the Pur Co， where it were continuous ups and downs sprinkled with light yellow sprouts across the sparse grassland. The wild yaks clustered into small groups. All of a sudden, there was a group of five of them running towards me, blowing a huge cloud of dust with the power of thunderbolts,I believed that anyone who did not know the characters of the wild yaks must be frightened to death under such circumstances. The fact was the wild yaks in groups never injured people. Rushing to you just to show you its territory. When they approached people at certain distance, they would turn sharply and run away, and then stopped somewhere high to stare at you. You can not imagine that the wild yaks were very cautious animals compared with its almost one ton of weight. Their first reaction, when meeting people, was to raise their tails, the front hooves rubbing against the ground, the horns pointing forward, the eyes redden, and the long body hair shaking, all of which showed their determination to fight.This was the warning sign that you should retreat. However, you should realise that this was only a gesture that they were afraid of you and wanted to scare you away. The thing was that if you were not afraid of them and moved forward, they would run away in no time. There were only some mad yaks attacking people, which was really rare to happen. In Chang Tang, an experienced driver know that it is very dangerous to pass directly from two or three lonely wild yaks. They always tried to avoid confronting them directly. If this was not possible, they would lit a cigarette, smoking, to wait until the yaks walked away themselves. This was because the wild yaks really could attack vehicles, which was not completely rumors. I once asked them why I had not been attacked. They told me that because my bike was so small they would not be bothered to attack it. My own experience was that approaching a wild yak very slowly, do not look into its eyes, and ignored what it was doing. As long as it moved forward a little bit, just stop and give the yaks a little bit of time to think. Because if you forced the yak, it could be themost dangerous animal in the world and nothing could stop them killing. Even a gunshot could not kill it but only left a small hole in its skin. In the past, the nomads living near this land would use yaks' skin as chopping board which was very much endurable. At noon, I lost my balacLAVA, which was brand new and I had never used it once. I could not be bothered to go back tofind it. This resulted in that I had to have my fleece hat day and night in the rest of my journey, which did not provide fully protection from the sun in the plateau. But somehow I was all right, perhaps because my skin is similar to those of yaks, lol. At around half past one, I found a deserted Jeep, upside down. I felt it could be there for years and it could be the vehicle of someillegal HUNTERs. Nowadays, we have wildlife conservation reserves in Chang Tang and the animals here are well protected. However, some people kills the wild yaks to sell them as the domestic yak's meat. In general, it is worth 10,000 Chinese yuans for a single wild yak. Therefore many people take the risk to make money. They often enter the unpopulated areas to hunt and their activities can reach 200 km in diameter. This is why the wild yaks in the deep wilderness are less afraid of people than thoseat the boundaries of the Chang Tang region.There once happened that a wild yak mother revenged its baby's murder in the Altun mountains. Its horns pierced the killer's chest and held his body over its head for more than ten days, which was very touching.Around 3pm, I walked out of the Pur basin. The next point was Hong Shan Daban and then it was the Yueya Hu by the Toze Gangri. At this time I found a vehicle track from south to north. I checked over but could not find the way where they had gone. I took my map, GPS, and compass, climbing up a small hill to estimate the location of Hong Shan Daban. The mountain was very round and it was hard to find the mountain pass. After determining the location of the Daban, I moved straightforward. When I passed a messy grassland, I saw something that I was reluctant to see more than hundreds of wild yaks' head scattered all over, which was definitely the scene of the illegal hunting. After that it was a very long ancient river bed with soft sand slowly rising until the foot of the mountain.There are some spines on the surface of the tongues of wild yaks, which are used by nomads in this area as combs. They use them from their teens to the time when their hair becomes silver.The deserted Jeep, could be left by illegal hunters years agoThe slaughtered wild yaks with the wheel size heads. Some of the skulls were chopped into half. Why was that? Could be taken away for making combs?My camp at the foot of the Daban underthe lingering golden rays of the setting sun. Tomorrow's weather must be wonderful, I reckoned Day 11(April 30)， 20.4km, Camping 5120mThe surface of the road leading to Hong Shan Daban was very hard, most of them were small rocks, sort of gravels, plus a quite long downhill slope, I pushed my bike more than 20km for the first time after Luxing Hu. The mountain pass was quite flat, just like a broad ridge, it was 5256m above the sea level. Upon arriving at the pass, Toze Gangri of 6356m was in my sight clearly, very much round and there was no back bone like normal snow covered mountains. Most of the snow mountains in Chang Tang looked like this probably it was due to the geological movements. There were quite a few chirus or Tibetan antelopes in the valley but I was not interested in this kind of animals anymore after I witnessed a large scale of migration of such animals last year elsewhere.The herbivorous animals here are very quick to reach its original size of the population, such as wild yaks, chirus, Tibetan gazelle, pika, and marmot. When you go into the depths of the Chang Tang, you could hardly be surpised by the sudden appearance of the chirus because they are so common in here. At this time of year, the chirus have already male-female parted. You could see many pregnant female chirus but hardly see any males. According to recent research, Zonag Co is not the only lake for breeding. There are at least four of them in the whole Chang Tang. Zonag Co, Tuzi Hu, Heishi Beihu, and another lake I can not remember. I think there must be more than four of them and most of the populations do not migrant long way like most people used to think. They generally migrant from south to north between Central Mountains and Kunlun Mountains.The chirus looks very timid but are very curious about outside world. They are not really afraid of people, particularly in the depth of the Chang Tang. The nearest distance we can approach is about 30m. They just stare at you calmly and think who you are and why you move so slow. They would run in front of you. Look like they are afraid of you but the fact is they are playing with you. A man's own character shapes his fortune. This is of course suit for animals too. The chirus are the typical one. They have a super speed and a pair of sharp antlers. If they are crazy, three of them work together could easily kill a wolf. But as you might have known, their antlers are just for fighting to mate with females.Down the Daban there was a very steep and straight road, I tried to ride the bicycle but ended up with falling over. The front rack came loose and one of the pannier flew into valley. The foot of the mountain was the Yueya Hu covered by ice, which was alake full of heavy metal elements. Along the lake bank there were many stark rocks very much weathered, lining up just like castles or houses. This made me stop to investigate what they were from time to time, I did understand they were just rocks though but they were so real like the figures of real people. On of them even made me hide in a ditch, observing them again and again using my binoculars. There were also many black volcanic rocks. All in all, the features of this area were really unusual.Passed over the Yueya Hu, it was an endless ancient lake bed. What my GPS showed was this area was a big lake like tentacles. I looked around, it was endless wilderness without a piece of ice and a drop of water. Roughly, I estimated this lake bed was about 1200 square meters. I had to tell you that Chang Tang was a place where there was no high-resolution map. The marks in the map often were some kind of memory. Just like this ancient lake bed under my feet, may be it was full of water a few years ago. Who knows. Pushing the bike in such an endless lake bed was very easy to get lost. My mind was in a chaotic status too.The migration of the animals, photo taken last year The road rising up to the Daban, full of gravels, very hard, ideal for pushing your bikeThe Yueya Hu gazed at by the round and smooth Toze Gangri. At a glimpse, could you tell which was mountain, which was cloud?Ancient lake bed. The white stains were the alkali, look like ice. About wildlife (part 1)Declaration Personal experience for reference onlyDangerous wild animals and their threats to human beings are a ever-LASTING subject for those backpackers travelling in the wild.In Chang Tang, for example, there are two kinds of deadly animals, one is wolves and the other is brawn bears. As substitutes, wild yaks and crows might be dangerous to you in some circumstances that I will come back to this a little bit later on. As for how to protect yourself against these dangerous animals, I think the primary point is you do not try to hurt them because the emotions of human and animals are same instinctively. [Wolves]Throughout my journey, I met wolves a total of seven times, in which I confronted them five times. As you might have known that wolves have become more and more solitary animals, it is very rare they live in a large group nowadays. Please allow me off the point a little bit and talk about the ecological problems in Chang Tang. The problem is now not the decrease of the number of the chirus but the imbalance of the whole food chain, more specifically, the number of the animals on the higher trophic levels of the food chain has not yet reached its ideal level which results in this kind of imbalance. Particularly, the pikas and the marmots who have lost their predators rapidly expanse which results in the desertification of Chang Tang. As early as the middle of last century, wolves were the dominant predators in the vast wilderness. They became a threat not only to other preys but also nomads pasturing in this land. Therefore, the then government called on people to cull back the population of the wolves in Chang Tang, which resulted in the current situation directly. The last official record about wolves attacking humans was around 1970s, which happened in Bamaoqiongzong. A team of secientists was surrounded by a group of wolves and they had to shoot them using guns. Of course, at present in Chang Tang, wolves are absolutely lonely.In this traverse, the first time I encountered a pair of wolves, one of them staying in front of me pretending to attack me while the other staying behind me. This is the standard attacking strategy of wolves. First, you should not be nervous which can be easily detected by the predators. Second, you should not retreat even an inch because this means you are the prey rather than the predator. Do not make any large movement, of course you could take a picture if you feel safe to do so. You must look into its eyes for a few minutes or even half an hour. When the wolves can not work out who you are and consider you are not posing any danger to them, then they will leave. You should remember that wolves in this land do not lack of food and it is much easy for them to catch a pika than a human. Even if being hungry, they would evaluate how easy to get you done, What you need to do is to show them that you are not interested in them and you are not afraid of them at all, let alone to show your ID card to them. As for the wolves family, really, I have not heard for ages. If you really have an encounter with them and they have no other choice, then it definitely depends on your forture. In fact, for so many year, it has been very rare to happen that wolves kill human. But the rumours are still there, in particular, the road connecting Xinjiang and Tibet.The nearest encounter with a wolf throughout my journey, no conflict at all[Brown Bears]Brown bears are real dangerous animals to human. Every year there are some accidents happened in some regions of Xinjiang on the north side of Kunkun Mountains and steppes in Northern Tibet. More than that the bears could attack your house, smash your windows, and eat your sheep. Therefore, in Northern Tibet some local councils give subsidies to the pastorarists for compensating the losses due to the bears because they are not allow to fight back and kill the bears except their lives are in great danger. Once there was a nomad taught me a method to protect yourself from bears. He told me to pick up a stick to feed the bear and the bear thinks the stick is your hand which tastes disgusting. So the bear would leave. It was so funny but the reality is to find a stick in this vast wilderness is just like you win the lottery.Bears are omonivorous animal who are generally not interested in human flesh. You can find that in most of accidents, the bears did not eat any of the human flesh rather they just smashed them for kind of fun that we could not understand. For the reason why bears kill human, one explanation is the conflict between human and wildlife in this extreme ecological environment. The nomads invade the habitats of the bears, which results in these conflicts. On the other hand, it might be because bears have quite high IQ so that they think it is much easy to kill a sheep in the cote rather than to kill a pika in the wild.I have met bears five times in my traverse, in two cases we were very close to each other. I had even walked with one of them for quite a while, just like we had a date for a walk. The fact is it is not that terrible like you might imagine. The same rules for dealing with wolves apply to bears. Never provoke dangerous animals. A bear can run at a speed of 40km/h, do you think you can compete this in a highland 5,000m above sea level?However, there is a situation where it is really dangerous, that is the encounter. It is not easy to control your instinctive reaction to the external dangers. Last year once I turned around a hill, there was a bear just in front of me. The bear of course was frightened by me with its front legs holding up, waving in the air and roaring. At that time I sat on the ground, ignoring it. The bear then left in a few minutes. Chang Tang is a vast land so that this is not that easy to happen. But if it does happen, really only God can bless you.The nearest encounter with a bear throughout my journey. This bear disappeared in a herd of wild yaks, which I had tried hard to spot, really weird About wildlife (part 2)Declaration personal experience for reference only.[Wild Yaks]I have talked about quite a few, like in the post of Day10. I will no longer talk about it.This was the funniest encounter with a solitary wild yak, who did not warn me. If I sat down, it sat down too. If I moved forward, it stopped. Could not imagine what it was thinking about.[Crows]Crows are dangerous only when you fall unconscious in the wilderness. Of course they will be the first to taste your flesh in that case. Unlike their cousinsliving in urban areas, the crows in Chang Tang have a larger body like eagles. When they fly over your head, you could feel like it is a piece of cloud. They are scavengers but like fresh meat too. It once happened that a baby was killed by crows relentlessly, let alone the lambs got killed by them. Once a nomad asked me for fireworks to scare the crows away. (They are sacred birds not to be killed by human)It is easy to defend yourself against crows, that is to keep fighting, never fall in the wilderness.A short break attracted the crows. Of course, they were miscalculating this time, photo taken last year[Strategies Adopted]At the time when I met the four soldiers in Jieshan Daban, they said there were many dangerous animals in the Northern Tibet and asked me if I had brought a shotgun. I think if they knew that I would enter Chang Tang they would definitely check if I really have a shotgun. The so-called defence facilities I brought with me were the fireworks and pepper spray. I had never used them. The fireworks were ruined and thrown away when I crossed a river and I had never opened the pepper spray. I even had never thought about this when camping in the night. The reason was I did not feel the needs. During the day time whenever I met any animals I had never touched the knife I had brought. I did not have anything to defend myself when I walked out to investigate the route. The Chang Tang is really a vast area so as to be very easy to detect anything strange.By the way, you'd better to avoid mating season's animals because even tamed rabbits could be aggressive in mating season.The thing is even if you have a gun, it is not very much helpful when bears attack you. Therefore, your attitude is most important.I can tell you something. Dogs are more dangerous than these wild animals. I had been chased by Tibetan dogs, pounced on by dogs in mating season, also besieged by a group of dogs. I really feel it is more useful to know how to defend a dog.Declaration again The above experience is from Chang Tang only. Of course, the more you prepared, the better. Day 12 (May 1), 23.8km, Camping 5117mToday was May 1 -- the Labour Day, I had been walking in some lake area marked in the map but clearly dried up. The lake basin was flat and hard so that I even pushed my bike more than 20km. Let it be the special treat for my May Day. After midday it became cloudy with growing winds. Since the Yueya Hu that I passed yesterday, there were no big lakes until Yanghu Co (My route would be between Jianshui Hu and Bairab Co), there was even no light alkaline water to drink so I had to pay extra attention not to miss any possible drinking water supply to fill up my water bag. There were a few very small lakes but all were alkaline puddles which was very shallow, whose depth was no more than the length of a half-finger. These puddles were covered with a hard shell of the mixture of salt and ice which smelled stinking and decaying when getting closer, must be toxic water I supposed. On the shore of this type of small lakes it was muddy soil and very hard to get closer.There was no sign of tundra at all.It was almost half past six when I found some snow corns in a ditch, which was the only drinking water supply of the day. There was a thin layer of melted ice on the surface of the ground near the snow corn, which was very hard to collect and was contaminated by the alkali. The snow corn was the yet melted thick snow, which was shaped like a corn by wind. The snow was quite hard and dry,porous like ice. I crushed a few snow corns, putting them into the water bag.They would be my drinking water tonight. These snow corns were the only one in today's wilderness, I reckoned the reason why they were not melted like others was the soil underneath contained large amount of ice blocks which acted as a freezer.Very strong gale in the night, it was hard to bear the sound of the vibration of the tent. Small single tent was good in the sense that it would not be blown away as long as you stayed inside. But you had to be very careful to set up the tent. I once did not pay much attention when doing so, the tent was blown away by winds, and rolling over like a Giant lantern ... I ran after it, got it back, and was exhausted. In general, it is not possible to fix the tent completely using tent pegs because they were not very much effective like large tents. It was snowing around 23 o'clock, the winds were howling from north,then the falling snow flakes landed on my tent quietly, I finally felt at peace and fell asleep. The flat ancient lake basin, assisting me walking more than 20kmSmall lake en route, toxic waterSnow corns, the only drinking water supply today Day 13 (May 2), 0km, Camping 5117mWaking up in the morning and opening the tent, the heavy snow outside must be sent by the God to force me have a break for the May Day. After lying in for a while, getting up and walking on the snowy ground out I went to have a look around. As first sight there were a herd of chirus. They were plainly to be spotted because they looked like a clear black straight line in the while snow. I returned to get my camera and then followed them to take some pictures. But they were very much alert and kept a quite long distance from me. I felt they were a group of pregnant females, instinctively protecting themselves from any potential harm. I was no longer short of water, the snow gave me a precious supply of drinking water. The problem was that they were very petrol consuming. I tool 8.6 litre of petrol and the oil stove was Duola's MSR. The pot was of 1.5 litre, mainly for boiling water. After several days' experiments, I found that the liquid water needed 16mins and 14-15mins to boil in the morning and evening, respectively. For ice, it would take 35-40mins while for snow it took 45-50mins. Melting snow was a very time and petrol consuming process so if I had a choice between snow and light alkaline water, most of time I would go with the latter. Lying inside the tent, listening to musics,I smoked a cigarette while gazing at the more and more chirus around me. Because it was very cold I had been wearing my shoes all the time. Now I just put my bare feet under the warm sun for some fresh air. I found three cuts in my hands and one in my sole. The cuts were about 4cm in length, looked terrible but it was actually all right really. Half of my toes were injured by to much walking, quite painful. I fetched my medicine bag and found I only got four patches of plasters, a serious mistake. One of the cuts in my hand had never been cured until I was out of this desolate land so as to feel like this finger would drop from my hand at any time. The others quickly recovered in a few days then new cuts appeared elsewhere. This process occurred periodically. I felt that it was somewhat related to the cold, dry weather and the lack of vitamins. The snow rapidly disappeared, which is unique phenomenon in Chang Tang. Because of the low air humidity and the high radiation from the sun, the snow was evaporating very fast, much quicker than the melting speed. Owing to this, the ground was generally still dry after the snow disappeared. In most cases, it would be only 2/5 left in the afternoon around 2 to 3 o'clock and small patches of ground could be seen. It would be completely all right for walking the next day. On the third day there could be some snow left in somewhere the sunlight hard to reach. So generally it could give you three days of water supply after a heavy snow like this. One of the pannier was broken, the most expensive one from deuter series, supposed to be waterproof. I will come back to it at some point later. Everything was covered by snow, no way out Lying in the middle of Chang Tang, listening to Tian Zhen's songs, and smoking Baisha cigarettes, what else can you ask for? The pregnant female chirus in migration, probably heading to Heishi Beihu to give b
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童宜蓁本贴所有图文，皆为原创。谢绝任何形式的转载。如有需要，请站短。 尼泊尔是一幅古怪的画。 雨季加都狭窄混乱的街道，泥泞不堪的地面，随处可见的神庙，满街的纱丽店，大大小小患着皮肤病的狗只……所有浓烈的色彩都堆砌在一起，冲撞着你的视觉。偏偏又因为作画人有着梵高那样的天赋，所以这画即使刺得人眼疼，却也另有一种动人心魄的魅力。* 本次出行线路：无锡-拉萨-樟木-加德满都-帕坦-巴克塔普尔-提米-奇特旺-博卡拉-加德满都-拉萨-无锡。6月23号出发，7月18号回到家，总计26天。 本来是准备在回来的时候走滇藏线的，但是电视里天天在播318线新都桥和雅江段因塌方断路的消息，就打消了这个念头。生命只有一次，安全第一。* 本次出行人员：本豆，本豆的无敌金牌搭档花花，小欣子，叔。三女一男。 其实四人组合是很好的，吃饭包车都经济实惠。唯一不好的是尼泊尔的旅馆撑死了只有三人间，出于安全考虑，我们一般都住在一起，每次叔独占一床，我们仨女的挤两张床，小欣子就只能睡在中间，叔叫她“填缝专家”，因此小欣子很恨叔，没事就跟他吵个小架。 关于叔，及叔的二三事叔其实了不起算个哥，但是因为队伍里有了小欣子这个九零后，哥就悲催地混成了叔。＊加都，凤凰。叔其实很绅士，不管做什么都让着仨娘们。有次我从外面进来，花花和小欣子一个洗澡一个唱歌，房间里蒸汽弥漫，我奇怪地问：“叔呢？”小欣子说：“在楼下大堂里呆坐着。”我上楼的时候是路过大堂的，但是我没有注意到叔。叔，其实我不是无视你，我是450度近视……之后，如果叔不在，我通常是这样问小欣子的：“你苦逼叔呢？”＊关于叔的脸小欣子有个同学，跟她男朋友打电话的时候，动不动就说：“小心我呼肿你的脸！”小欣子学给我们听，集体笑倒，以后，大家只要一不高兴，就扬言要呼肿对方的脸。某天，我无意中买到了一件很好看的衣服。兴冲冲地对叔说：“明天我要穿新衣服，你帮我多拍几张照片，要是拍不好，我就呼肿你的脸！”花在旁边幽幽地接一句：“那叔的脸一定是肿的。”＊某天，东措叔满脸郁闷地坐在床上，说，刚才给老婆的QQ发了个表情，老婆居然回他说“你好。”隔壁有个小哥要去墨脱。叔听了蠢蠢欲动，长吁短叹。我说：叔，还是早点回家吧，否则下次你老婆要 “请问你是哪位”了。＊总结：叔其实是个准好男人，大方豪气，从不和女同胞斤斤计较，热爱家庭，热爱宠物，虽然有时候细腻了点，比如喜欢看云卷云舒，喜欢听雨，喜欢拍小景，经常蹲在草丛和烂泥里（看贴童鞋敬请期待叔在以上俩场景里的照片）搞创作，但总的来说，叔是个堂堂正正的好男人。＊下面附上一张叔在库玛丽女神庙专心搞创作的照片。 **上一张全家福。依次为花猪，小欣子，豆猪，叔。 淡扯完，从头说起。 我记得去年上海-拉萨的火车是两天发一趟的，叔说，每天都发。于是我不确定了，让叔去打听下。打听下来的结果，是每天发。于是提前十天去买票。到了代售点，人说，京沪高铁马上要开通，上海铁路局所属范围内，7月1号之前的火车票一律只能提前5天发售。于是回家。到了限定的日子，起个大早去，居然一张卧铺都没有，想着先上车，拼着坐到西安，总能补到的吧，就先买了3张硬座。 结果等到那天，一上车我就问有没有卧铺补，答复是没有，到哪都补不到。因为这趟车的卧铺出售权，是交给站台的，列车没有资格出售……除非过了格尔木，可是等到了格尔木，还补个毛啊。貌似有不少同学以为俺是为了省钱才买的硬座，8是滴，47小时呢，楼主8是铁打滴，如果有卧铺，是不会自虐滴——特此说明。不要再同情和佩服俺了。俺坐到下车，腰都坐断了，铁老大、黄牛和旅行社以及所有炒火车票的人，祖宗八代都给俺问候到了。哦，对了，叔为了这三张鸟火车票，一共跑了三次，劳苦功高。出发前的准备有点琐碎。护照拍成照片存在邮箱里，以防出国后万一丢失或被偷；药物准备了易蒙停、咽立消、阿莫西林、万金油等，淘宝高原安集体涨价了，于是在掌柜的推荐下买了高原宁，结果是毛用没有，一路照样反得头昏眼花； 淘宝还买了《走遍全球尼泊尔》、《背包旅游英语》两本书，以及2个月前开始背英语，天天看美剧（虽然等出国后才发现，俺的英语水平等于文盲）；据说那边太阳很厉害，忍着心疼买了金瓶安耐晒（虽然后来发现这玩意不适合俺，用了脸上的皮掉了一层又一层，摸上去跟砂皮似的）；叔提前一个月就天天跟俺念叨，今天败了啥，明天又败了啥。俺帮他粗算了一下，人还没出去，2000大洋没了……花花比我们提前一天到拉萨，说好在东措帮我们定房。 火车上的47个小时生不如死，上去后先问有没有卧铺补，答复是没有，到哪都补不到。因为这趟车的卧铺出售权，是交给站台的，列车没有资格出售……除非过了格尔木，可是等到了格尔木，还补个毛啊。坐到后来，终于麻木。到拉萨后洗澡的时候才发现，屁股是麻的。 车上听歌，看小电影，小欣子和叔玩扑克，输的人贴纸条，小欣子的脸贴得跟个“公”字似的，她愤愤地说叔是千王…… 我则按照惯例，在过了格尔木之后开始高反，吐了两次，昏沉沉闭着眼装死。 无锡火车站。还好，人不是很多。到西安的时候，至少晚点了一个小时。车到兰州，我特地提着相机下去拍兰州烧饼。没有。只有兰州炸鸡。格尔木。盼望着，盼望着，岗秀到了，拉萨的脚步近了……东措的走廊。俺居然还是住在２０２，还是去年那张床……缘分啊！到了拉萨，我高反得象头死猪。很快我发现，不是我一个人反，连皮实得跟个铁蛋似的花花，这次也嚷不舒服，叔的高反也紧跟着来了，嘴唇紫得吓人，据他说，心跳达到了120。一直睡到下午，才提起精神，去大昭寺转了一圈。在拉萨的几天，就是胡乱混日子。和花花一起来的还有她朋友小天。小天虽然是第一次跟着花出远门，但天生是个麻大胆，都不用花领着，自己出去乱转。每天早上出门，不到晚上11点基本是不见人的。花开始还担心，后来就推测，丫一定是有人陪着玩，否则不可能在花主动要求陪她的情况下，一个人急急忙忙地出门去……于是，我管花叫“花尔摩斯”。花龙颜大悦，欣然接受了这一称呼。 *仓央嘉措的玛吉阿米。据说是装13的好地方，不过俺老人家不感兴趣，一次也没上去过。也就是在每次路过的时候，随便拍一张。大昭寺前磕长头的人们。今年的天气很诡异，拉萨的云层很厚，经常下雨。照片拍出来总是灰蒙蒙的，唯一的好处是不象往年那么干燥得让人难受。*大昭寺的金顶。广场。远一点，再来一张。在大街小巷里乱窜。这张照片，是叔帮俺拍的。走累了，闯进一家茶馆。酥油茶6元一壶。看到壶的大小后，我们一致认为，伙计收的是游客价。下午的小昭寺。进去转个圈。不要门票，当然，大殿门关着，你啥也看见。大殿。在大殿和外墙之间，还有一条夹道，供转经的人们围着殿堂转。小昭寺的这夹道算很宽的，还能放下一排转经筒。我后来又逛过几个小寺庙，那些夹道，都是又窄又暗的。早上的时候转经的人摩肩接踵，现在，只有三三两两的几个。我们也跟着转了一圈。 东措对面的木如寺。这个寺庙，经常被游客忽略，其实，那里面，还有一个印经院呢。 有个不大的殿堂，很安静。除了早上，这里几乎没有人来。从尼泊尔回国后，我在一天清晨重新造访了这里。很多信徒。这是木如寺旁边的下密院。也是除了早上，白天没什么人。小昭寺紧隔壁的次巴拉康寺，据说是拉萨人气最旺的小寺庙。真不是假的。清晨的时候，全是熙熙攘攘的人流，在昏暗的夹道里一圈一圈地转着，寺外桑烟缭绕，周围的小摊子，全是卖的和这个寺庙有关的东西。我买了一束花，也进去转了一圈。卖花的小摊。大的花束3元，小的2元。烟雾。次巴拉康寺大殿门上的彩色小鹿。([]
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