Hiking Lugu Lake|Day 1 Lijiang-Lugu Lake

Lijiang-Lugu Lake

"Tick-tick-tick-tick, the hour hand keeps turning, tick-tock-tick, the light rain is splashing with water..."

After getting up in the morning and washing up, I slowly opened the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and white light slowly illuminated the entire room. Outside the window, there was a silent drizzle and a hazy mist. A few crystal drops of water hung on the succulents in front of the window sill. The terrace where I stayed for a long time last night was already wet by the drizzle. Outside the terrace, the ancient city lay quietly in the thin rain and mist, as if it had not yet woken up. .

Because I didn't buy the cheapest ticket to Daluoshui Town in the morning last night, I had to pay an extra 20 yuan per person to buy one at 12:40 noon. Therefore, I was not in a hurry. After packing our things in an orderly manner, each of us carried a bag, a camera, and an umbrella. In the pouring rain, we left the Three Little Bears Boutique Inn with an excellent view.

The bluestone road in the rain was very slippery, and the Lion Rock where our inn was located was the highest point in the entire ancient city. It was downhill no matter which direction we walked, and our shoes were not that slippery, especially It was very difficult, so we could only help each other and slowly go down the steps. Although the soles of Pikajun's feet kept slipping, she was saved time and time again by my strong balance ability as she kept a firm lock on my arm. Although it was only a little over 200 meters away, we walked carefully for a long time.

After leaving the ancient city, we went straight to the KFC store we visited last night without stopping too much.

Twenty minutes later, Pikajun finally happily bought the "Love and Producer" game co-branded package that she had longed for. After a few operations, she seemed very satisfied to redeem what she wanted. It was almost time at this time. After grabbing a bowl of rice noodles at a roadside shop, we arrived at the parking lot outside the north gate of the ancient city according to the text message the driver sent us in advance. After a short wait, everything went smoothly. I got on the bus and sat in the front seat with a better view.

After picking up the remaining guests at the south gate, the bus turned east and drove out of Lijiang city.

Along Provincial Highway 991, the bus drove northeast and entered the mountainous area after passing Tuanshan Reservoir.

The fog outside the car window is getting thicker. The winding mountain roads, deep mountains and huge valleys, us sitting in the bus, and the skilled driver. Except for the people sitting next to us, everything is so similar to the Baima Snow Mountain four years ago. . Pikajun seemed to be in a good mood. The clouds were misty, the mountain road was winding, the bus was passing through the fog, and the valleys and trees outside the window were sometimes clear and sometimes blurry. This kind of scene was really novel and rare for her. Soon after, the fog in front gradually disappeared, and the field of vision gradually became wider. In the distance, a muddy yellow river appeared in our sight. The reason why the fog in the mountains was so heavy just now was more or less. It has its merits. This is the Jinsha River, the same one at the foot of Baima Snow Mountain. The difference is that in order to get here from the foot of Baima Snow Mountain, it makes two big turns.

The next road winds down and leads directly to the riverside with one fire bend after another.

July is the rainy season. At this time, the Jinsha River undoubtedly has the largest flow of the year. There are often undercurrents under the seemingly calm river surface. The Tiger Leaping Gorge, dozens of miles away, was a different scene at this time. The waves rolled like thousands of horses galloping, and the huge waves submerged the huge Tiger Leaping Stone. The roaring force was enough to destroy any solid city. Even standing on the observation deck, you can feel that you will be torn to pieces by this huge force at any time.

After crossing the river, the car went north along the river, and the altitude gradually increased. After leaving the river, it turned east and drove into the mountains. We gradually became sleepy, plugged in the headphones, closed our eyes and fell asleep. When we woke up again, the bus stopped at a rest area. The driver asked us to take a short break and use the toilet. It was about an hour and a half drive from Lugu Lake.

After leaving Provincial Highway 991, the bus turned north and drove along Provincial Highway 307 in the direction of Lugu Lake. After passing through Ninglang County and several large and small mountain basins, the increase in altitude became more and more obvious. The vegetation on the mountains gradually changed, and coniferous forests began to appear. The weather is still gloomy. Although the fog outside the car window is not as thick as in the mountains on both sides of the Jinsha River, the view is not very good. We can't see far away. No matter how amazing the scenery here is, we can't know it. . Fortunately, the weather was very good on the return trip, giving us sunny weather all the way.

In the mist and thick clouds, we arrived at the entrance of the scenic spot. The driver signaled us to get out of the car to buy tickets and show our health code to register. He drove the car into the parking lot behind the gate and waited for us. Tickets are 35 each, which is not expensive, and no one will check the tickets after entering Lugu Lake. As long as you don't come out and stay in for as many days as you like, it will only cost you even if you stay for a year and a half. Buy this time. So, it’s more like paying a toll than buying a ticket.

After we got on the bus again, we received a special gift from this tourist bus, an exquisite small book with a CD - the Passport of the Daughter of China. Since I just applied for a passport a few months ago, I can clearly feel that this little thing really looks like a passport. In addition to an introduction to Lugu Lake, the "Passport" also contains some introductions to the Mosuo people and Mosuo culture.

While looking through the "passport", the driver told us what to pay attention to after entering Lugu Lake. The focus is to prevent being cheated and avoid wasting money. Finally, he also promoted his company's services. I have to say that although the master's Mandarin is not very good, he speaks it quite well and basically talks about practical things.

Twenty minutes later, the driver had finished talking and set off again, heading towards Daluoshui Village.

Winding down the forest road with light vapor floating in the air, after a while, a mirror-like lake appeared in our sights. It does not seem to be as big as we imagined, maybe because of the weather, and it is not as translucent as we imagined. Instead, it is gray and looks particularly elegant in the clouds and mist. The green mountains by the lake are looming in the clouds and mist, and there are villages of various sizes along the winding lake shore.

As the altitude continues to decrease, Lugu Lake is getting closer and closer to us.

Sanjia Village, this is the first village we passed by. The village is not big, but there are many various inns. The driver stopped the car outside Sanjia Village, let a few passengers who were staying here tonight get off the car, and then continued driving northwest along Provincial Highway 307.

Five minutes later, the bus finally arrived at our first destination, which is also the starting point of this hike. The Lugu Lakeside was the earliest developed village in Yunnan Province and is also the village with the best conditions - Dashui Village. The reason we chose this as our first place to stay.

We got off the car at the intersection at the head of the village. Although it wasn't raining, the sky was getting gloomier.

Twenty minutes later, with all our things, we arrived at the B&B we had booked in advance - Mo Nian Lugu Lake View Resort Hotel. The decoration of the B&B is very good, it is very quiet, and it is close enough to the lake (in fact, all the B&Bs and inns in Dashui Village are very close to the lake), and it is right outside the door. The only bad thing is that its location in Dashuishui Village is relatively remote, so we almost walked through the entire Dashui Village and walked directly from the beginning of the village to the end of the village. We booked a room with a mountain view and a lake view. Although the window is not particularly big, the view is indeed pretty good because it is on the third floor. Although part of the view is blocked by the pine trees in the courtyard, we can still see it directly. Most of Lugu Lake and the small island in the middle of the lake.

It was already past six o'clock in the afternoon. After a short rest, we were ready to go out to look for food. However, at this moment, black clouds rolled in and a heavy rain suddenly hit us.

After waiting on the sofa next to the front desk of the inn for a while, the rain subsided a little, but the sky was almost completely dark. Street lights were lit on the bluestone road facing the lake outside the inn, adding to the deserted and cold lakeside. Brought a little bit of warmth. After feeling our hungry bellies, we mustered up the courage and walked out holding umbrellas. After all, there is no bigger place than food in the world.

Holding an umbrella, we walked southeast along the bluestone road along the lakeside, carefully avoiding the puddles on the road that were still collecting water. But even though we were cautious enough, the shoes we wore were not very waterproof and we were still very wet. Especially Pikajun, who simply gave up avoiding the puddles and regarded his soaked shoes as I got rain boots to wear.

Because it was still raining, we didn't go far, but we walked in decisively after seeing the first small restaurant with lights on.

In order to save money, we did not choose the special stone pot fish here. Our dinner was a very ordinary egg fried rice and a piece of buckwheat cake (the locals call it Mosuo Baba, but I think it may not be the kind we ate. ).

After dinner, the rain seemed to gradually lighten up. Holding an umbrella, we continued walking along the bluestone road by the lake towards the village head. Along the way, we passed several uniquely decorated B&Bs, of course there were also some that we knew we couldn't afford to live in at a glance. Because we wanted to buy aloe vera gel for Pikajun, we walked through an alley from Lakeside to the back street, and bought a small but very expensive bottle of aloe vera gel at the daughter country drugstore we passed in the afternoon.

After buying the medicine, the rain that had been falling for a long time finally stopped, so we decided to go to the pier to have a look.

The rain-washed Daluoshui Village has a refreshing smell, and the moist but not cold air makes people feel extremely comfortable. At night, Daluoshui Village has more warmth than during the day with the flickering lights. Hotels, inns and shops on both sides of the street are arranged in an orderly manner, the roads are very clean and tidy, and the decoration of the storefronts is very modern. Because of the tourism industry, the entire village looks no different from the small towns outside, if not for the occasional Seeing the totems, we would never have thought that this was a Mosuo village. Maybe it was because it had just rained. Although the shops were not closed yet, there were not many people on the street at this time and it was very quiet.

Turn left at the corner, and after walking another hundred meters we arrived at the pier. It was already eight or nine o'clock in the evening, and the pier seemed very quiet after the rain. There were not many people, only a stone beach, a pavilion, a white pagoda, a prayer wheel and a dozen wooden boats docked at the pier. The shadows of the trees swayed and the lights dimmed.

When we walked to the pier, we saw that the lake was quiet and rippled by the breeze. It felt slightly cool to the touch, but it didn't feel bitingly cold. A series of wooden boats docked quietly among the rows of wooden piles, gently swinging up and down with the current.

Because it had just rained, it was somewhat chilly at the pier, and we were not dressed very warmly, so we didn’t stop much and walked along the stone road along the lakeside to the inn.

The cool breeze is blowing on the willow trees by the lake. There are unlit street lamps beside the trees. There are blue wooden benches and red rocking chairs under the street lamps. The inns and shops on the lakeside are lit with incandescent lamps in twos and threes. There are small puddles on the stone road. Reflecting the shimmering stars. In the cafe, there are people reading alone, and there are also three or two people sitting around drinking coffee and chatting. Occasionally, the rooms in the inn have lights on, but most of them don't. I don't know if it is because of the tiredness of the day. The travelers who came to stay went to bed early, but there were still no guests. At this time, Dashuishui Village could not be said to be deserted, but it was definitely not lively either.

"Tick-tick-tick-tick, the hour hand keeps turning, tick-tick-tick, the light rain is splashing the water..." Along the stone road by the lake, we walked slowly back to the inn.