Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

I don’t know who said, “Motorcycles are the best off-road vehicles”, so I thought that although my Kopaqi took me to Ali twice, it couldn’t fulfill my wish of making repeated mistakes and the Great Northern Line. In order to realize my wish of “making mistakes again and again”, I bought a Honda 190C Mammoth Prey in May this year, and I want to use it to realize my dream for many years. On September 20th, according to the established plan, I only operated the motorcycle for 4 months, and the driving experience was only 2811 kilometers, and I embarked on a long journey westward. Those who don’t know are fearless! All the way was hard and fearful, and now my scalp is still numb. In fact, motorcycle travel is not as easy as I imagined, and I can go wherever I think. Let’s talk about these feelings slowly.

At 9:30 on September 20th, I and my partner veteran met at the intersection of the expressway and set off. The sun is shining brightly in Baise, and it will be “clear for three days without a sky” when entering the border of Guizhou. It’s raining. This rain accompanied us for 5 days. What a choke!

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Group photo before departure

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

On the first day, we walked more than 600 kilometers, from Baise-Longlin-Xingyi-Shizong-Kunming-Anning. Arrive at Tiger Leaping Gorge on the second day and Feilai Temple on the third day. Enter Tibet on the fourth day.

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

napa sea

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Jinsha River First Bay

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Looking back at Baimang Snow Mountain

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Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

get some sleep

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Swipe your phone

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Meili Snow Mountain in the mist

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stay at this inn again

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Waiting for the sun in Meri

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Come to a beautiful motorcycle song

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Deqin’s gate

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Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Deqin County

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Going to the bottom of the Lancang River is Tibet

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Arrive in Tibet

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Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

We ran more than 600 kilometers on the first day and arrived in Anning near Kunming, Yunnan. The next day, we continued to brave the rain and arrived at Tiger Leaping Gorge. On the way, Chuxiong accidentally dropped his helmet on the ground, and the windshield cracked. I continued to use the transparent rubber hoop, but it was blurry when the raindrops hit it. I have never been through ward rounds in my life, and it was the first time in Tiger Leaping Gorge Town. In the evening, the police uncle came to make rounds. Fortunately, it was not a male-female match. On the third day, the wind and rain went together, and the rain got bigger and bigger. It was 10 o’clock, and it was really tangled whether to go or stop. Leave him alone, let’s go. Terrible, after arriving at the Shangri-La Grand Platform (viewing the viewing platform of Haba Snow Mountain), it began to go downhill, the fog was very heavy, and the visibility was less than ten meters. Ice particles, slippery, dense fog, carts, downhill, turning, every step is thrilling! Wearing a helmet with transparent glue, once the cold air collided with the heat of breathing, I couldn’t see anything, and suddenly a large 6-axle trailer came in front of me. Damn, the brakes may slip, and the refueling may fall off the cliff. I can only open the mask and observe the road conditions with the naked eye. The cold ice and snow hit his face directly, all the way down to the slope, his face was numb and stiff. When we arrived at Shangri-La, we went around and did not buy a helmet, so we continued on to Deqin.

The first stop in Tibet is Yanjing. Although I passed by several times, I couldn’t eat any noodles that counted stones. This time, because of the expansion of the facade, I didn’t have to wait in line to eat.

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Merry locked in the boudoir

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Hang a Baise outdoor flag and play a song “Blue Lotus”.

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Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

The Lancang River is still red and yellow

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Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

step into tibet

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Yanjing’s Special Noodles

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Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Counting stones to eat noodles

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Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

first bite

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Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

I can only eat 12 bites

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

The line is basically the same this time, but the schedule is significantly different. When doing homework, it is very unrealistic to make motorcycles at the speed of cars. Coupled with rainy and snowy weather, it is impossible to reach the scheduled destination on time or on time. We set off on September 20, and only saw a sunny afternoon when we arrived in Bangda. Then it was not until October 2 that we saw real multi-day sunny days.

The original plan was this:

1. Baise – Chuxiong 700 kilometers

2. Chuxiong—Shangri-La 480

3. Shangri-La – Markcom 380

4. Mangkang – Zuogong – Bangda 300

5. Bangda-Bianba 350

6. Bianba—Yangxiu 150—Sapu Mountain—Yangxiu

7. Yangxiu—such as Damu Temple (skull wall)—Naqu 300

8. Nagqu-Bangor-Selin Cuo 400 (camping by the lake)

9. Worried Lake – Wenbu South Village 300 (Dangre Yumcuo)

10. Wenbunan—Zarinanmu Co—Cuoqin 250

11. Cuoqin – Renduo – Yare 330

12. Yare-Baga 200 (Manasabad Yumco, Gang Rinpoche. Holy Mountain and Holy Lake)

13. Zanda Earth Forest 270

14. Shiquanhe 250

15. Rituban Gongcuo 150—Songxi Checkpoint 176

16. Songxi—Sanli Yingpu 360

17. Yecheng

18. Kashgar

19. Kashi – Muztag (Golden Grass Beach) – Kashi 500 (Uchayer Keshitan Port, the westernmost port in China. Kashi – Wuqia – Port 220)

20. Kashi – Aksu 461 – Kuqa 247

21. Aksu – Kuqa Grand Canyon – Luntai – Populus euphratica Park 148 (Kudong Highway

22. Lunnan Xiaotang, after crossing the Tarim River Bridge, take the road along the river to Kaerquga—Yili 300)

23. Qiemo – Ruoqiang – Huatugou (Yili – Ruoqiang – Huatugou 665

24. Huatugou—Emerald Lake (the realm of the sky)—Water Yadan—Delingha (700 kilometers of no-man’s land. See if there is any accommodation on the way)

25. Go around Qinghai Lake—accommodate by the lake.

26. Qinghai Lake – Xining – Jianzha – Linxia 460. Dongxiang Ersa of Hezhou Hotel grabs the city with both hands.

27. Linxia – Luqu – Diebu (Zhayana) 251 mountain road.

28. Diebu – Lazikou 130 – Hadapu – Dangchang 92

29. Dangchang – Guangyuan – Langzhong 407

30. Langzhong – Hechuan – Beibei – Jiangjin – Qijiang – Zunyi 52031. Zunyi – Guiyang – Luodian – Wangmo (Leye) 375.

32. Bose

Going down, there are some changes. Leaving Renduo and Yare less, not seeing Muztag and Wuqia, leaving Huatugou instead of going to Gansu.

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

At the intersection of Provincial Highway 303 (now changed to National Highway 349) and National Highway 214, we stayed at Tibetan Inn. The hostess is 29 years old and has two husbands and two children.

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

It rains every day, buy water shoes to wear.

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totally wet

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Dongda Mountain was snowing and the road was slippery, so I dared not stop at the pass.

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Get a sunny afternoon in Bangda

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Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Just live here, 20 yuan per bed.

National Highway 349 (Provincial Highway 303) is also a scenic road from the Sanchakou near Bangdaqamdu Airport to the intersection of Ruru County and 317. There are canyons, snow-capped mountains, lakes and grasslands.

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

It’s rare that the weather is good today, so I took pictures all the way. We didn’t get to Bianba until it was getting dark. Accommodation is very difficult to find, also missed the three-color lake. Waking up in the morning is busy with loading luggage again. For some reason, we wake up at 7:30 every day, and almost always leave after 9:30.

Today we are going to Mount Sapu. Last night, I chatted with a brother who just came back from Sapu. He advised me not to go in. If you don’t feel sorry for motorcycles, go in. He made me give up my desire to go on a pilgrimage to Sapu. Think of a way to rent a car. Fortunately, before arriving in Yangxiu Township, I met a lone ranger who said he had just come out of Sapp. Haha, since he can go, so can I. After Yangxiu finished eating the Sichuan dumplings, he headed towards Sapu. Somehow the gas station is closed at noon? I have no hesitation with half a tank of gas. I also took the wrong road. I took a new asphalt road, and I walked an extra 40 kilometers.

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

It is said that it will take 2-3 hours to go to Sapu. In fact, we rode a motorcycle for 1.5 hours to reach the lake.

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

After leaving Sapu, we headed towards Nagqu, and stayed in Xiaqu, a small town in Ruyu at night.

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

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Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

After coming out of Sapu Mountain, we rushed to Xiaqu to stay for one night. It’s so hard. A small hotel run by Tibetans. Shared restrooms, but gave us new blankets that night. There is also a motorcycle from Hubei at the entrance of the hotel, but the owner has never been seen. Be a loner. When I got up in the morning to look for breakfast, I encountered two police officers at checkpoints and told us to go with them. Two, one in Sichuan and one in Zhaotong, Yunnan, the retired soldiers who served in Tibet were directly transferred to the local public security system. Retire after 25 years of service. They invited us to breakfast, because we also have a veteran, and we all served in the army, so we hit it off.

We arrived at Nagqu at noon, and the next day it was snowing and raining. We set off for Bangor at 11:00 and stayed at Jiaga Zangbo.

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

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Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Coming out of Jiaga Zangbo in Bangor, it was snowing again. The road was icy, and the car crashed even when walking on both feet. It’s too dangerous to hitchhike and go downhill at the back. The truck driver told us to walk on the grass, and also saw some Tibetans walking. I got off the road. At first it was going well, but then the rear wheel kept flicking and couldn’t get out of the snow. May be my tires are not suitable. Waiting for the veteran to push the cart. Veterans fly to 250 no problem. get out. In the end I returned to the road. Because there were many large vehicles pressing the snow, we slowly followed the ruts, gripped the handlebars tightly, and finally walked out of the ice and snow road in a thrilling way. Came to the lake of surprise, boiled water to make tea, and suppressed the shock.

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

The short period of bright sunshine at noon is very worthy of nostalgia. Leaving the astonishment, I came to Serin Cuo. The old soldier went wild. I read the travel notes of motorcycle friends, and said that Selin was wrong with this high-slope platform. I dare not go on it. Finally, two people got the car down from the half-slope, which made my lumbar disc disease hurt again. Half an hour later, two motorcycle friends from Guangdong who were driving a BMW also came to challenge the slope, but failed to retreat after overturning.

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

After a short period of sunshine, it was followed by wind and rain. I hurriedly hid in a tent on the side of the road. I didn’t know it belonged to Tibetans.

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

I wanted to stay in Cuozhe Luoma Town, but soon after I came out of Serin, I saw dark clouds rolling over, and I immediately turned back, thinking of hiding under the bridge for a while. But there were many dead sheep hanging under the bridge, which was terrifying and I dared not hide. I found a Tibetan house not far away, so I went in to hide from the snow. The Tibetans welcomed us warmly and gave us buttered tea and yogurt. Thank you so much! After drinking butter tea, it was getting late and the snow was still falling. We decided to spend the night with the collectors.

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

On the twelfth day of going out, we ushered in the 70th anniversary of the founding of the People’s Republic of China. National Day should give us a good day, right? God did not give us. The weather was just as bad, so I bit the bullet and continued on the road. Today’s destination – Dangreyongcuo, Wenbunan Village. When I came to the fork in the town of Cuozhe Luoma, another dark cloud came over me. At first I still wanted to go through it, but it felt very wrong. Immediately turned around and thought of going to the town to hide from the rain. It is 7-8 kilometers to the town, so let’s hide under the bridge. The veteran said that he saw a construction site when he came, and he could go there to take shelter. After hiding from the rain for an hour, I saw a big car approaching. We braved the light rain and continued to walk in the direction of Nima.
When I arrived in Nima, I went through the process of hiding from the rain again. I hid in the car shed at the police checkpoint, and was registered for a round with my ID card.

Long live the People’s Republic of China! After escaping the rain, Nima went to the newly built asphalt road in Wenbunan Village. The sun was shining and she sang all the way to Nancun.

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

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Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

While drinking tea by the lakeside, I happened to meet a Zhanjiang master who rented a car for people to travel to Tibet. He told us that we had to wade along Zari Nanmu Co to go to Cuoqin, and walk a 30-meter-wide and 3/40-centimeter waterway. , There are pebbles at the bottom of the water, and motorcycles are hard to get through. There are also the Yare and Renduo lines that have gone wrong again and again. Their Prado shock absorbers were broken, two tires were punctured, and the Prado still crashed. It is best not to try this experience on motorcycles. We listened to the advice and did not go to Zharinamcuo when traveling from Wenbunan to Cuoqin, but detoured to Laiduo, Juncang, and Magneto to reach Cuoqin. It is more than 60 kilometers from Juncang to Magneto. Riding on the sand and grass, there is no roadbed, and it is easy to get lost. We followed the clear ruts and reached the magnet safely. Then the oil road goes to Cuoqin. Two motorcycle friends from Guangdong tried to wade through the Zarinanmu Co by driving a BMW, but they had to go through the magnet before returning in vain.

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Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

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Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

ε=(´ο`*))) Alas, I can only appreciate myself.

On October 2, when I went to Cuoqin during the National Day, it was getting dark, and the price of a clean hotel was 888 yuan per standard room. After going around the entire county, I found a room with only public toilets, and it was still smelly. It also costs 350 yuan. I’m too tired and it’s getting dark, otherwise I’ll set up a tent. I don’t know why, but there are bathrooms in this hotel room, but they are all locked and cannot be used. Cuoqin haha!

From Cuoqin to Saga, you have to cross a 5,566-meter pass, so this road is known as the highest road in the world.

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Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

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Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Lengbu Gangri, Mount Everest in the Gangdise Mountains. Many people think that Mount Kailash [Kai Rinpoche (6656m) is the main peak of the Gangdise Mountains, but this is the misunderstanding and blind obedience of people and some journalists.

The main peak of the Gangdise Mountains is actually located at the junction of Zhongba County and Saga County in the Shigatse area. The name of the mountain is Lengbu Gangri (7095m)

Enter from Zhongba County and go northward for 30 kilometers, the newly built asphalt road, you can watch Lengbu Gangri.

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Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

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Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

I saw you again – Namunani, Gang Rinpoche, Mapang Yumco. In 2011, I came to the holy mountain and holy lake to watch the sunrise and sunset. I also went around the mountain in 2014 in the year of the horse. This time, the motorcycle tour came to Ali again and saw the holy mountain and holy lake that I wanted to see most. Namunani was a little shy and kept covering her veil to me.

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience

Wrong again! Motorcycle travel, a heart-pounding experience