Cycling diary (Ngari Ring Line): Day 49 Kailash (37 kilometers of mountain walking)

Day49 5.20 Kailash (Talqin) (37 kilometers of mountain walking)

The Rizhao "Golden Mountain" of Kailash, hanging prayer flags with difficulty, 5600 meters The Zhuomala Pass, a world of ice and snow, cliff descent, discussion of faith, walking around the mountain until late at night. . .

I woke up at around 7 o'clock in the morning and hurriedly got up and dressed. Yesterday we made an appointment to set off together at 7:30, but it seems that it won't happen. The weather is very good, the sun has not yet fully risen, and we can see Kailash directly from the house we live in. While eating, we are waiting for the sun to shine on the golden mountain. As the sun rises, the peak of Mount Kailash slowly becomes clear, and suddenly golden sunlight fills the peak. Magical golden color, so dazzling. I hurried out, stood in the cold to take two photos, and hurried back to the warm house. Through the window, Kailash quickly turned from golden yellow to white, and only for a short moment was the "Golden Mountain" displayed.

Although we were lucky enough to see the "Rizhao Jinshan", it didn't exactly stir up our energy. My brother and I were both lazy and sleepy-eyed, and we didn’t want to start at all. In desperation, I sent a message to the Lhasa sisters to ask them to go ahead, and we arrived shortly afterwards. It is true that because they were too tired yesterday, they did not keep up with the scheduled time.

We didn’t set off until around 8:20. After crossing the small bridge and walking along the only path for a while, I found that there were many people on the slope not far ahead. It's strange, why are there so many people suddenly? There were only a few of them yesterday, but today they seem to pop up all of a sudden. I found the two sisters and rushed over. The slope was very steep and everyone had a hard time climbing it. The sun, which had not been exposed before climbing, now shone very warmly on my body, and the "seal" of my physical fitness was slowly unlocked. The journey around the mountains begins.

My stomach has been a little uncomfortable since the morning and I can't release my physical energy. Maybe it’s because I drank Red Bull in the morning and it was too cold. I brought two cans of Red Bull and gave one to my brother, who drank it directly. However, I generally don’t use Red Bull to replenish physical energy except when absolutely necessary. Sister Beijing’s climb was more difficult and the speed was very slow. The three of us, my brother, and Sister Lhasa had to stop and wait for her every time we climbed. I thought that my physical fitness was very good and I could help others to the best of my ability, so I put down my backpack where the three of us stopped to wait for the Beijing sister, and went back to help the Beijing sister with her backpack, just like yesterday evening Same as ever. Sister Beijing asked me to go first without waiting for her. So I first carried my backpack to the place where I stayed before, put down her backpack, then put on my backpack and walked forward. That's what happened after that, and I enjoyed it. Seeing others panting, and sometimes even surpassing them twice in a row, is a great feeling of accomplishment.

Tents appear from time to time on the road for tourists to rest and eat, and sell snacks, oxygen tanks, etc. In a tent, Sister Lhasa asked for a pot of sweet tea, and we drank tea and rested in the tent. Tibetan sweet tea tastes like brewed milk powder. It is very sweet and does not have the fishy aroma of butter tea. It is very suitable for the taste of most foreign tourists. Rest for a while and continue to set off, continuing the same pattern as before, stopping, returning, backpacking, and turning back again. Ahead is the highest Zhuomala Pass, which is also a difficult point for mountaineering. Due to the high altitude, it is easy to suffer from hypoxia or altitude sickness. Many mountain climbers will bring their own oxygen tanks, and we constantly see mountain climbers taking oxygen along the way.

Not far from the Zhuomala Pass, a very interesting or friendly thing happened. Because after putting the Beijing sister’s backpack on the roadside, the three of us will continue to move forward and wait for the Beijing sister to reach the place where the backpack is placed before carrying it on our own. While the three of us were walking and chatting, my Lhasa sister saw a person’s backpack that looked very much like my Beijing sister’s backpack. A young Tibetan man is carrying a very girly backpack, which is particularly eye-catching. The more Lhasa sister looks at it, the more it looks like her best friend’s backpack. I’ve carried it many times and it feels very similar.

So we asked the Tibetan young man politely, and it turned out that it was not his backpack. It turned out that he found a backpack on the roadside and thought it should belong to a pilgrim, so he helped carry it.

We met for two days, walked around the mountains, and then had a big meal. It was perfect. After I came back, I went to the bathroom, didn't bother to pack anything else, and lay down directly on the bed. I have never fallen asleep so quickly. My brother and I are in about the same condition. It's past 12 midnight.