Kunming drove back to Shenyang, and the trip to the south returned to my hometown (Yunnan Travel Notes 6)

It's very cold in the morning, and the street is very deserted. I came to Kunming North Station, where there is a meter-gauge train. As the name implies, the track spacing is only 1 m. It was built by the French more than 0/00 years ago, and only a few countries in the world are still running this kind of railway track. There is also a high-end customized Michelin train parked in the train museum.

There were almost no passengers at the station. I bought a ticket and waited alone. The whole carriage was empty.

In the unique rhythm of the meter-gauge train, I wandered in the city that had not woken up in the morning.

I don't know how long it took before the train ran to the finish line. I got off at a cold village station.

Several persimmon trees have lost all their leaves, and the bare branches hold the fiery persimmons high.

Soon, the train completed the U-turn. I went back the way I came, and the city has awakened. I passed a crossing, and the noise outside the train window was very loud and the smoke curled up.

It is time to leave Kunming.

I am very resistant to seeing you off. I can't stand awkwardly on the platform and wave to the late train.

When I say goodbye to my friends, I always say goodbye and then turn around and leave. Even if I don't give up, I will never turn around, just wave my hand behind my head.

In the afternoon, while the sun was lazy, I drove out of Kunming. Southbound, navigation shows that the journey is 3336 kilometers.

The first stop was originally planned to be Guiyang, but the car drove to the evening and it was foggy in front. Turning on fog lights can only barely maintain safe visibility. But I suddenly found that the color of the road darkened, and the dim light opposite reflected abnormal light on the ground. When you slow down and try to step on the brakes, the wheels immediately rattle and get stuck. ABS intervened in the work, and the road surface should have begun to freeze. I quickly found a nearby expressway and drove out. At first glance, the map should be "Pu 'an County, Guizhou Province".

After parking, I realized that fog is more like a kind of Mao Mao rain. It was wet and cold around, so I found a roadside stall, ate a bowl of noodles and some barbecues, and found a small shop to stay.

The next morning, I deliberately slept in until the sun hung high, dispersed the fog and melted the frost on the road.

Adjust the plan, the next stop is Chongqing.

After driving on the expressway for several hours, there was a traffic jam ahead, with no end in sight. I stopped and walked for almost a kilometer. I heard that five cars collided in the tunnel ahead, and it will be impossible to dismantle the scene of the accident for a while.

I jumped off the high-speed fence and walked around a nearby village. There was no restaurant.

Helpless, I went back to the car and cooked a bowl of instant noodles with butane gas tank. When I was cooking noodles, a fire truck passed by the emergency lane. I drove slowly while dispersing the vehicles that cut in line. After eating instant noodles, I took a nap in the car. The horn sounded outside the window, and the road ahead was finally clear.

Worried about congestion, passing around Guiyang. Instant noodles are really not hungry. I found a small shop on the side of the road and ate a bowl of meat noodles.

In Chongqing at night, the road conditions in the mountain city are too complicated, and the navigator is dumber than me. After some struggle, I arrived at Jiangbei Airport. My two friends are waiting for me here. Huang Mao and Lan Lan, Huang Mao is my colleague in Sanya, and Lan Lan is my college classmate. The three of them met in a small Sichuan restaurant, without the constraint of meeting old friends. I drank yellow hair when I pushed a cup for a change. I don't know when light light blue paid the bill and left. Huang Mao and I changed places and continued to drink, vaguely remembering that his wife Xiao Lu finally came over.

At 8 o'clock in the morning of the third day, I was awakened by the phone, and blossoming asked me if I had set off. I looked around to make sure that I was sleeping in a hotel room. I can't forget how to say goodbye to my friends and go back to the hotel last night.

The proper term for a wine field is "shards", but in fact, shards are not terrible. You have no memory of all the ridiculous things you did after drinking. Usually, on the second day after drinking, several drinkers will get together carefully, trying to throw out the scattered memories of yesterday's restaurant and try to retrieve all kinds of drunken immorality from everyone's scattered memories. There is also a proper term in the hotel called "sequel".

Back to the topic, I got up late, so I went downstairs and drove to Xi 'an without breakfast. The alcohol content in the blood should still be high. When I was near the Qinling Mountains, I was so sleepy that I couldn't open my eyes, sang loudly, slapped myself in the mouth and stared at it for a few minutes, but I was still so sleepy that my eyelids fought. Before the service area, I quickly stopped to take a nap 15 minutes, washed my face with cold water and then hit the road. Yesterday, Light Light brought me many Chongqing snacks. All kinds of spicy snacks are fierce and cool.

The longest tunnel in China was dug under the Qinling Mountains. In the early years, it was difficult to cross the Qinling Mountains. Now it is crossing the Qinling Mountains.

It's a cold winter, but there are no traces of snow and ice on the road. The long tunnel seems endless, and this environment is depressing. Suddenly, the sky was bright ahead, a simulated forest was built in the original tunnel, and the lights lit up the blue sky and white clouds at the top of the cave. Feeling a little relaxed, I walked out of the tunnel, moved on and bypassed Xi 'an. Arriving in Hancheng after dark, this is a very stylish place name. It's really a sleepy day to buy a Chinese hamburger on the way and find a hotel to sleep.

On the fourth day, I got up early for a night and made an appointment with Jidong to meet at Taiyuan Wusu Airport at noon. After entering Shanxi, the air became worse. I was driving in the car, but I was still dizzy from the smell of coal smoke, and the whole person was in an anoxic state of carbon monoxide poisoning. Look at the map. This is Linfen City. Later, my friend Jidong told me that Linfen produces coke, and the air is filled with the smell of gas from coke smelting. Arriving at Wusu Airport in Taiyuan at noon, the air in Taiyuan is much better than that in Linfen. I vaguely remember the residential areas and roads here. A few years ago, I went to Wutai Mountain with my friends and lived in Jidong. Have lunch with Jidong in airport hotel at noon. I didn't drink because I was in a hurry. There are many kinds of noodles in Shanxi, which are very delicious.

Departing again in the afternoon, WeChat greeted friends in Beijing and Tianjin without visiting. Pass between Beijing and Tianjin and spend the night in Qinhuangdao. On this day, the road conditions were so bad that the roads in Shanxi were crushed by trucks carrying coal. It was bumpy all the way, and when I was lying in bed at night, I felt like I was in a boat, but I was still a little dizzy.

On the fifth day, the road was relatively easy. Passing through Shanhaiguan, I don't feel desolate outside Shanhaiguan. I arrived in Shenyang at two in the afternoon. After years of wandering, I returned to my hometown in the northeast.

This paragraph is just taking notes, like a running account, in a hurry to take pictures.

So far, I bid farewell to Yunnan, lived in October, made some friends and left some travel notes.