DAY3 Dali-Shangri-La
It’s only the third day of the trip, and I already have 1,500+ photos on my phone. In addition to the beautiful scenery along the way, the people who walked together are the biggest treasures in my memories. No matter how much luggage I have, I will always carry Sanxia Guangnian’s photo album with me. The "On The Road" series is extremely suitable for the occasion, and I want to record every moment of every journey with images. Use the thickness of a photo album to record the warmth of a memory.
After a day's bus ride from Dali to Shangri-La, I joined the search for Mr. Dao's backpack before I even had time to realize whether there was any high-reflection.
Probably because he was a little slow to react after singing karaoke all night last night, Mr. Dao arrived at his residence and discovered that the blue schoolbag containing the camera and bank cards was missing.
Then everyone used the elimination method calmly and efficiently to determine at what point they were separated from the backpack. First, we excluded the bus stop after the bus stopped because there was a group of people surrounding it, so it was unlikely to be stolen. I called the taxi driver again and happened to get the card and my contact information. Excluded from falling on the car. In the end, the only possible place to miss is on the bus.
After locking the bus, we immediately took a taxi to the bus terminal. The innkeeper's wife was very kind and even accompanied us to avoid our language barrier. After arriving, they split up. Two went to the dispatch office to find the driver's phone number, and the other two went to the parking lot to find the car to see if it had driven away or was resting in place.
Finally, after a somewhat anxious search, the backpack was found! It turned out that I had left it on the bus. I forgot to take it when I got off the bus in a hurry. Fortunately, it was not taken away by other passengers. The third sister-in-law also got a chance to be intimate with the cold boss Dao. After all, the contents of a bag are worth more than ten thousand yuan.
Mr. Dao concluded that he usually carried his own backpack, but if he was careful, he would not drop anything. Only this time, the third sister-in-law helped carry everyone's clothes and bags throughout the whole process, so she forgot what she wanted to take. So starting from today, she hopes that the third sister-in-law will take care of everyone's bags from beginning to end to avoid losing anything again.
During the two days in Shangri-La, I stayed in an inn called Namjagbarwa . The location is near the ancient city. It is very convenient and costs about 200 yuan per room. A group of eight of us booked four rooms. In the end, because the beds were relatively large, some of us slept on the same bed to keep warm, and in the end, one room was left empty. After a round of running around and intense searching, we chatted and rested together in the room in the afternoon.
I started to feel dizzy again at night, so I went to bed at eight o'clock after eatinga time-honored yak hotpot nearby. On the first night in Shangri-La, the most memorable thing was helping Mr. Dao find his lost schoolbag.
The joy of finding something is really exciting.
Awe of the high altitude, I drank oral liquid over and over again, but still I can't sleep because of the headache.
DAY4 Shangri-La
After experiencing a night of headache and vomiting, I woke up in the morning and drank a cup of butter tea, finally regaining my normal fighting strength. Today I put on various raincoats and assault jackets and became the traffic light corps. I hope that high-reflection will stay away from me so that I can be as lively as everyone else.
Garden Songzanling Monastery is known as the Little Potala Palace. I personally have no research on Buddhist content, so I just took a quick look around.
Sometimes the unknown sights along the way are more exciting than the scenic spots. I look forward to all the unknowns that the self-driving trip starting tomorrow will bring.
Napa Sea Nature Reserve has horseback riding routes of different lengths and different fees. We chose the shortest route A to try. Later I discovered that the scenery during the self-driving trip was more beautiful than the scenic spots.
I spent this day with headaches and pain-free days, and I felt that I couldn't bring myself to love high altitudes. In the evening, we climbed up Baiji Temple to watch the sunset. It was another route of supporting each other. The way up the mountain was a bit steep, and with the plateau and the cooling down at night, everyone's physical exertion was quite high.
A veritable team of mutual support.
When I returned to my residence in the evening, the contents in the cup had been replaced with glucose, isatis root, and American ginseng.
In addition to the bedside table of the high-resistance personnel being piled with various medicines, my teammates also said that tying a rope around my head would relieve the pain, so I was tied up like a soldier with tears in my eyes.
We pack our luggage together before going to bed and set off for Daocheng tomorrow. Traveling in winter is a hassle with luggage. Clothes are big, thick and bulky, but a small backpack can handle all of this on tropical routes.
