Gasa town (2012.12.25-2013.01.16) (original)

Come back from Luju Town and take a bus to Yuxi City in the afternoon. Yuxi is located in the west of Jiangchuan County, with tickets to 8 yuan. The whole expressway, with green hills and blue sky on both sides, makes everything look so vivid and beautiful in the sun.

I bought a ticket to Xinping County as soon as I arrived at Yuxi Station. This time, there is a plan to take Ailao Mountain in Yunnan and go to gasa town in Xinping County. Gasa town is located in the hinterland of Ailao Mountain, with simple and mysterious folk customs and beautiful and hospitable Huayao Dai people. I remember watching a movie "Bride with a Waist" before. The beautiful environment and beautiful women in the movie attracted every audience.

Maybe there will be an affair this time, I think.

When I arrived at Xinping Bus Terminal, I asked the staff to know that only those rural minibuses parked outside the ticket office were going to Gasa Town. This car is very small, and it can barely hold four or five people. There are five people in our car. I was in the back row, prone on the back of my chair, and walked all the way along the Jiasha River Peak. I heard the river rushing outside, but I couldn't turn around and look out, so I let it go. I missed a lot of beautiful scenery along the way and couldn't help sighing. It's very hot in the car, and it gets hotter as you walk. The Jiasha River ahead turns and crosses in front of us. I can see clearly that it is a red river bed with little water.

Finally arrived in Gaza town. Get off the bus, just like summer. The hot and humid climate here is several degrees hotter than Jiangchuan. People have to wear all kinds of cool clothes, and they can't help but marvel at the size of the motherland, the diversity of climate and the magical and spectacular terrain.

There are tall palm trees on both sides of the street, and the tropical landscape makes me feel novel. I asked the local people and finally found an inn not far away, with a single room for 50 yuan.

Going out to get familiar with the terrain, the town is very small and modern, and the scale pattern of street shops is similar to that of any town in the mainland. It's just that the middle-aged and elderly women of Huayao Dai nationality wear hats and national costumes and walk in the street in twos and threes, which makes me realize that this is a minority settlement. I walked to a quiet street in the south to calm myself down and asked a middle-aged woman who was sweeping the road if there was A Dai Village nearby. She is also A Dai, and I can't understand a word she said. It's no use gesturing for a long time. At this time, I was very tired and had to come back to have a rest. Asked the people at the passenger station, the bus to Mojiang arrived the day after tomorrow and left early.

I took a bath in the inn, had a rest, drank some beer, and came out at night to find motorcycle drivers waiting to get off work by the roadside and asked them if there was any good place in Ailao Mountain. A man said, "of course, but it's far from here, and it takes a day to go back and forth." Nanenhe Waterfall, Longxi Clan Manor, Shimen Gorge and the ancient tea-horse road are all beautiful, and many foreign tourists come by car. " He said that these scenic spots are a bit dangerous. What did you say?/Sorry? Are you going or not? I struggled repeatedly in my mind, just the two of us. I thought about the experience of renting a car to the village south of the Olive Dam in Xishuangbanna, and what I saw was only some man-made things, which was far from the original ecological village I asked for, because it was impossible to enter the real original ecology by driving any car, so I could only walk or even climb. After careful consideration, I decided not to go. In fact, the driver is also very reluctant to leave. He pointed to the west: "Look, there is a big betel nut square not far below. At 6 o'clock every night, women in national costumes come to dance. You can go and have a look. " He said. I finally decided not to go. It will be very frustrating to work hard all day just to see some artificial things.

Wandering around, there are many restaurants opened by Northeasters on the roadside. Northeasters are really

Yes, they are everywhere. On the bridge of a small river, many young people are doing a small business of mobile phone film pasting. They are waiting for work. Hehe, I can't help laughing internally. They are just like themselves before, just to make a little money and sleep in the air all day. It was very hot, and sweat kept rolling down my forehead. I drank a bottle of cold beer. I fell asleep soon after I returned to the inn.

The next day, I went to the mountain behind the town to see the nearby villages. Asphalt roads are paved everywhere, all the way to the mountains. Standing in front of the passenger station and looking at the peaks in the north and east, one after another is shrouded in clouds and full of mystery. The roads are smooth, the town is quiet and there are few fireworks. I was just looking for a small restaurant like fast food. There is no such restaurant. There are two or three families at the other end of the road, all of which are run by outsiders. It seems that the local people's business sense is very backward.

I didn't have breakfast. Walking up the mountain along the highway, at 7 o'clock in the morning, there are scattered office workers in the village who come to work in the town, and some farmers carry crops with pole to sell in the town.

The air is fresh, but the weather is not so good that I can't see the sun. On both sides of the road are rice fields, sugarcane fields and banana orchards, and banana trees with wide leaves and heavy fruits are everywhere. Along the cement road next to the terraced fields, I walked up and passed a village of more than ten families. I didn't stop, because I couldn't see any idle people, and everyone was busy with their own affairs. Along the way, the mountains and stone terraces are carefully superimposed, and several ducks are swimming leisurely in the rice fields. Farmers all over the world work equally hard. There are wild bamboos on the roadside.

I stand in front of a stone as big as a house, and there is a big tree next to it. I flew up a row of stone steps, and I wanted to see if my leg strength had dropped. After all, it was straight up and down, and I was panting at the top. Standing on the hill overlooking the town, among the rows of roofs, the chimneys of one or two factories are emitting white smoke.

Occasionally, farmers riding motorcycles pass by me and go up the mountain to work. The mountains here are not high, just two or three kilometers. High-voltage lines connect every village. At least they said goodbye to the darkness. As for entertainment and watching TV? Even if the program is stupid, at least you can see the outside world. Will there be primitive villages in the mountains? I'm afraid of what you saw and heard when you went, I think. Now farmers are building small buildings, at least brick roofs, and their living standards have improved after all.

Walking down to the road in front of the passenger station, I saw many women selling sugar cane. They are all watching mobile phones, listening to music and waiting for buyers.

After going to the farmer's market in the inn, we had a meal, and the stalls selling vegetables and fruit seasonings filled the market. People walk sideways with baskets, which is very crowded. People dress simply and naturally, but I always feel a few years behind the mainland.

Go back to the inn and rest. I asked at the passenger station in the afternoon, but there was no bus to Mojiang. The conductor said, you must go to Yuanjiang first, and then go to Mojiang in reverse. I bought a ticket and waited in the waiting room. There are some people playing cards in front of the door, betting on small money. They are so absorbed in playing cards that no one looks at them, as if the whole world is a card table in front of them.

At this moment, the sun came out. I put my luggage on the bench and got the nerve to take some recent photos of the roadside mountains. It took another 40 minutes for the bus to leave. This time it's all county roads, and the roads are very narrow. When two buses meet, one must stop at the side of the road and wait for the other to pass first. This road is very thrilling, and it is winding. After a corner, a sign on the roadside said: Traffic accidents are prone here, and 18 people have died. Please drive carefully. I was sweating profusely, but the driver turned a blind eye and skillfully controlled the vehicle to hover up and down. After passing a roadside primary school, the door was crowded with parents pushing bicycles and riding tricycles, and even grandparents, who were waiting to pick up their children from school. The poor inherit the wind, I think.

At noon, I stopped at a station for ten minutes. At this time, the weather has been completely fine. The blue sky and white clouds bring people a good mood.

It was noon when I arrived in Yuanjiang, and it felt sultry than the ga sa. The county seat is small and the station is a mess. There are small restaurants on both sides of the narrow road, and there are boiling fumes and dirty water everywhere.

I bought a ticket to Mojiang, and the bus left at night. After passing some clean streets in the county, the buildings on the roadside are brand-new, and there are many vendors selling various fruits on the roadside. At the end of Yuanjiang toll station, the driver stopped the car and went into a yard to move some big iron boxes, filling up every gap in the car. It smells fishy and may contain seafood.

The whole journey is high speed. The bus went through the tunnel and it got dark. There are two rows of bright and neat lights in the tunnel, and the mountain shadows are hazy. The road is wide and flat, so you are good at it.

When we arrived at Mojiang, it was already past 8 pm.