The tiredness of travel slightly overshadowed the beauty in front of me. Dedicated to Lhasa.
Wearing Tibetan clothes, a friend fueling a motorcycle.
Endless washboard roads, the short-wheelbase Jimny’s nightmare.
The road to Namtso will soon be an asphalt road.
Along the way, I saw all kinds of measures, big and small, frozen, not frozen, only seen from a distance, and can be jumped up and down. I am completely tired of aesthetics.
Namtso is the last measure of Ali’s Central-North Line. I didn’t expect it to be so amazing and it ended perfectly.
When you arrive in Lhasa, you are in the city. The tall buildings, streets, pedestrians, traffic, shopping malls, and neon lights are all completely different from no-man’s land.
Perhaps it is a personal taste preference. In Lhasa, three meals a day can be made of Tsomu jelly. Wide noodles, fried potatoes, yogurt, fresh milk, yogurt popsicles.
The aircraft was blown up in no man’s land, and SF Express sent the parts to a friend’s store, and replaced them by itself.
The dirt road is full of dust, and the air intake of the chicken can be described as unstoppably dirty. Fortunately, the KN air filter can be cleaned, which is quite convenient.
A friend who is a caravan in Lhasa invited me to go to Glacier 40. The vehicle for this trip is an Iveco caravan.
Three beds, diesel 3.0T, rear drive.
Entering the glacier overnight.
The car drove to the end of the road, and the big rock on the left outside the car showed that the glacier had arrived, with an altitude of 5500.
I was in a daze in the caravan for a while, the sun shone in, my eyes became blurred, and I entered on foot, the wind was extremely strong.
The ice peaks are towering and have different shapes, which are the traces of those years of carving.
The glaciers along the way back are thrilling to drive in a two-wheel drive.
(to be continued)
