The epidemic blocked the road and was forced to rest in Batang for a day. Everyone has a very tight schedule, and every day is very precious. Even though there are so many scenic spots along the Sichuan-Tibet Line, we can only spare two days to visit. Unexpectedly, a sudden epidemic gave us a blow and forced us to stay for one day. We felt very sorry for this precious day.
And according to the policy at the time, nucleic acid is only valid for 48 hours, which means that we need to do nucleic acid every two days in the future. Moreover, not every city has a testing point, and we don’t know how the subsequent policy will change. We plan to do everything at once. was disrupted. Our team's time schedule was very tight, and we were all afraid that if the epidemic delayed it for a few more days, we would not be able to successfully ride to Lhasa on time. Some people were panicked at the time.
This is real travel, this is real cycling on the Sichuan-Tibet Line. The filters and copywriting on those travel videos do not fall into real life, and all kinds of unexpected accidents and trivial matters are annoying. Everything magical ensures that I live in a real world, not a holographic projection on an electronic screen.
At a loss, we can only take one step at a time. Take yesterday's number plate to do nucleic acid testing in the morning, and the results will be available that night.
Queuing up to do nucleic acid
Test Report
Don’t underestimate this hat, I wore it almost all the way and in all the photos. This hat has accompanied me across mountains and seas. It is currently hanging on the wall above my desk. It has faded away from its red color and has turned slightly yellow. Under it, there is a person typing hard.
That's the hat
At noon, Teacher Zhao and Tsunako Qingling bought instant noodles, peanuts and dumplings, a bunch of assorted junk food, and returned to the courtyard of the inn. They placed them on the wet wooden table, paired with the wine they had not eaten last night, and sat down It was so pleasant to drink and chat on the wooden rattan chairs under the trellis of young grape leaves.
And there is news in the past few days that a rock fell and hit a vehicle at 72 turns, killing three people in the car.
Seventy-Two Turns Debris Flow
dog in parking shed
People who hike like to take their dogs with them
After replacing the front fork, I just went to the hospital to get the nucleic acid report. As soon as I sat on the car and kicked my feet, it was so awesome. I felt like I could ride to Lhasa tomorrow, if the epidemic hadn't stopped me. Sure enough, spending money can easily create the illusion of effectiveness. It turned out later that it was of no use, and the car was still as bad as before. Now it's just psychological comfort after spending money.
There are streets like this everywhere
I have walked through Zhongshan Square several times
Familiar Yangke Road
The above photos were taken by Ming and Lu
The sun sets later as you go west, and it's still bright when it's almost 9 o'clock. A cycling team pushed a bicycle into the yard. At first we thought it was the 318 team riding from the previous stop. After asking, we found out that they were returning from Mangkang.
We were all curious about what happened, so the big brother who took the lead began to vividly describe their experiences. A group of people gathered under the grape leaf trellis to listen to their tragic experiences on the road.
The eldest brother is from Hengyang, Hunan. He rode all the way from Hunan to 318. He arrived in Mangkang County two days earlier than us. However, due to the epidemic at that time, Mangkang needed a nucleic acid report to enter. They happened to be on the road and rode to Mangkang County. They had no way to get in and had no place to live in Kangkang. They had no choice but to call the police station and slept one night at the police station. Since there was no nucleic acid testing site in Mangkang, they had to either quarantine for 14 days or ride back. So I finally rode back.
Now, because the subsequent nucleic acid test will be very troublesome for them, and the mudslide at Qishiyiguai is very dangerous, they plan to send the bicycle home and stop riding it.
Narration under the grape trellis
As night falls, the yard seems to be filled with the dangerous atmosphere of the road ahead, making cyclists who are going to hit the road tomorrow anxious. I just watched indifferently, picking a few sour grapes above my head to eat.
I am almost immune to the power and inflammatory power of language. And I know that many people who play outdoors have this subconscious characteristic, and they like to describe their experiences as dangerous and fantastic, to show off their awesomeness.
At that time, I felt that subjective emotions accounted for most of their narration, and I was involved in it. Giving up now is too arbitrary and subjective. It’s a pity for them to give up before the last minute after riding for so long.
To me, most of what they say is personal conjecture and has little reference value. So I didn't panic at all and just treated it as a story. Of course, I have no worries at all, but as for giving up, I have never thought about it.
We have all ridden here. Who is willing to give up because of a few words from others? This is probably the only time in this life. We are all adults and have experienced the power of time. We have promised to come back next time, but basically we will never come again.
The power of other people's words is limited, and we will not give up until we see our hopes dashed. You can only know what the real road looks like by setting foot on it yourself.
There are still gains. I just learned that there will be no supply points throughout the entire journey tomorrow, so you need to bring your own dry food. So we immediately set off to the supermarket.
The dry food along the 318 route is packaged food such as ham sausage, biscuits, and bread. It is enough to provide the calories for riding, and no energy bars or the like are needed. Occasionally, I also prepare a few compressed biscuits. But I generally don’t eat it because the taste is really hard to compliment. In fact, there are some canned meal replacements and sausages for lunch, but they only cost more than ten yuan. I can't afford them, and I never bought them all the way.
Can't afford it
I still remember that the supermarket in Batang was really expensive. A bottle of boxed milk cost 4 yuan and mineral water cost 6 yuan. I bought a bunch of bread and biscuits at that time.
Batang night
Practical Blessings
No matter how much I yearned for that land, once it becomes an endless slope, the constant fatigue and fatigue, the itinerary restricted by the epidemic, and the trivial chores every day, the beautiful and sacred other shore will collapse. Tibet is just a place. That’s all. Although beauty exists, people will still encounter difficulties and troubles, or even more.
What's more, tomorrow's trip to Tibet is only a geographical division. I have already entered the Tibetan area and saw mountains extending infinitely upward and meadows divided by rivers.