
July 20, the fourth day around the lake
Route: Gangcha-Hudong Sheep Farm, the journey is 131 kilometers (subtotal 482 kilometers), and the per capita cost is 51 yuan (subtotal 240 yuan).
A day of slow riding in the wind
Yesterday evening, there was a heavy rain in Gangcha. This morning, we encountered a southeasterly wind and the sky was overcast. !
Today, Yimi will ride with us. We will rush to Hudong Sheep Farm to stay at the farm tonight.
Six-character mantra on the hillside


two rainbows

There is a large slope not far from the outpost. It is easy to climb up. The familiar prayer flags are awe-inspiring.

It's a bit cold this morning, so I'm fully equipped

The rainbow is getting clearer

I didn't go far when I came across the scene of a car accident. Looking at the blood in the car, there were definitely casualties. Hey, it was a car accident!

The sun shines through the gaps in the dark clouds

There was an endless stream of cyclists climbing the hill. The wind was very strong. It was a challenge to climb such a big hill against the wind.

The old man is no worse than the young man

The original plan was to eat at Ganzihe, but there were only toll stations and no villages or towns. It turned out that Ganzihe was behind the mountains.

Yimi slowly became energetic

I estimate there are about 500 people around the lake every day these days

The weather is sunny and my mood is much better.

This little girl likes taking pictures. She wants to keep this trip around the lake in her memory forever.

So many sheep, so happy

The wind is too strong, ride slowly, play more and rest for a while

I originally wanted to take the photo while jumping, but my ankle kept hurting and I couldn’t jump, so I decided to do it on all fours.

I really want to sit there and never leave.

We are almost reaching the West China Sea. This detonation test site is quite famous.

You need a ticket to go in, and we can just take a photo outside, haha

Rabbit is serious

The old man is playing videography

It was already past 16:00 after lunch in Xihai. After the shower, Rabbit led the way to Huanhu East Road.

The Qinghai-Tibet Railway passes here

Yimi has been riding with us

I saw sand dunes, they are beautiful, but this kind of beauty is chilling. The desertification of Qinghai Lake is too serious.

The word "Duoduofeng" is very famous on Huanhu East Road, and many Tibetans in the Hudong sheep farm know it.

This guy won't let us play and is in a hurry

The original plan was not to take the Huanhu East Road. Yimi was very disappointed. However, because the road from Haiyan to Huangyuan was under construction, we were forced to take the Huanhu East Road. Yimi was very happy.

Green grass is the enemy of sand dunes

Rabbit actually said that the route for the competition on June 30 is not here.

The old man is riding and filming at the same time. Don’t you accept it?

Yimi is very happy

There is a Tibetan family in Jinshawan. They actually played with little sand sculptures and attracted us to eat yak yogurt. Look at this yogurt, how greedy it is!

The host is very hospitable

The Tibetan boss said he could stay at their house tonight, and everyone was very happy.

Yimi's mood is getting better and better

Mermaid O(∩_∩)O haha~

This Tibetan family is very talented

The little bird flew away, woohoo~~

I forgot Yimi's backpack in the tent. When I returned to the big uphill slope, Yimi had already retrieved it by myself. I was so scared that I broke out in a cold sweat.

The four of them left first, and Yimi and I rode under the sunset.

On the distant mountains, white clouds cover the top of the mountain like cotton.

My photography skills are not bad, but it’s a pity that the photos were taken with a card camera

Riders from Guangdong couldn't find a hotel in Xining, and because they went back early, the renter's plan was disrupted. The phone calls came one after another, and we were kept busy on the phone for more than an hour.

sunset

The river is like mercury

When we were 500 meters away from the Hudong Sheep Farm, Yimi and I enjoyed the complete sunset. The setting sun slowly fell into Qinghai Lake like an egg yolk.

