travel starts with photography

Chapter 107

This picture has infinite impact in Chen Xing's eyes.

When he visited Kailash before, he felt that tourists from the mainland and local Tibetans had a sense of time and space. It seemed that there should not be such devout believers in modern times.

Nowadays, many people in the West still believe in Christianity, don’t they live together before marriage all day long and get pregnant before marriage?
However, Tibetans are as always, even willing to die on the way to the mountain.

When we arrived at the gate of the Jokhang Temple, the sense of separation became more and more intense. Underneath were Buddhist believers prostrating and kneeling, surrounded by tourists scrambling with cameras. This kind of scrambling was not to join the ranks of worship, but just to take pictures.

Even if you don’t have a camera, take a photo with your phone.

The novelty on his face was beyond words.

It's been almost a month since Chen Xing came to Tibet, and this sense of novelty has long since disappeared, only admiration that he doesn't understand.

In this way, in a small square, there is a stronger contrast than the coldness and warmth of light.

He found a good shooting spot, waited patiently for two hours for the light to change, and finally took an excellent photo at five o'clock in the afternoon. Let Chen Xing feel it for himself, so he thinks this photo is not good. Yayu the old man who turned around the mountain was photographed in Kailash Rinpoche.

After the filming ended, he walked into the Jokhang Temple with ordinary tourists to visit.

Jokhang Temple, like most temples in Tibet, has a long history. The original construction time was 300 years ago. After so many revisions and expansions over the years, it has its current size and appearance. It looks magnificent and sacred. And brilliant.

He came to visit mainly because he wanted to see more Thangkas painted by others.

If you leave aside the scary process of making Thangka in the ancient way, in terms of art form, it is not inferior to Western oil painting at all.

Just a little bit less popular.

Chen Xing walked very slowly because he wanted to see these works of art. He waited until the Jokhang Temple drove away tourists before coming out to find a place to eat and stay.

Outside the Jokhang Temple is Barkhor Street. When Chen Xing first arrived in the Holy Land, he wanted to live here, but there was no room in any hotel, so he went outside to find a B&B.Nowadays, the weather in Tibet is getting colder and colder, tourists have also begun to decrease, and the occupancy rate of hotels near Barkhor Street has also begun to decline.

The phone rang during the meal, Chen Xing picked it up and said, "Hello?"

"I'm Yu Jie."

"Oh, Brother Jie, are you feeling better?"

"It's completely healed, thank you for your concern. It's like this. I'm in Namtso with my friends. I want to go to the Holy Elephant Tianmen tomorrow morning. Isn't it related to you? Can you do me a favor and let us go in? Next time I want to help my brother, my lifelong happiness depends entirely on you."

"Ok?"

Hearing that Yu Jie was in Namtso, Chen Xing subconsciously thought of two words.

What the fuck?

Isn't this person Gao Fan hospitalized?Why don't you go home and go to Namu again?
No wonder Chen Xing thinks this way. In fact, high altitude sickness itself is not dangerous. It’s just altitude sickness. Oxygen deficiency, it seems that you can breathe a little more oxygen and you will be fine. diseased.

For example, the fatal pulmonary edema and cerebral edema have claimed the lives of many mainland tourists in Tibet.

I heard that when the Holy Land Railway was first built, some elderly people from the mainland also traveled here by train.When it came up there, it was still alive, and when it arrived at the holy place, it was directly towed away by the car of the funeral parlor... Of course, Chen Xing doesn't know the truth of this kind of story, but it also shows the danger of high rebellion.

As a result, Yu Jie was still in Tibet, which Chen Xing had to admire.

"Hey brother, I wanted to go back at first, but I met a few girls who just came to Tibet in the hospital. Others came to Tibet for the first time and were not familiar with the place, and they were rebellious. You said I can see death Don’t save me? This brother can’t agree, brother is not this kind of person.”

"..."

Want color but don't die.

"And they are still your fans, they said they would go to Gang Rinpoche to have a look."

Chen Xing asked vigilantly, "You didn't say you knew me, did you?"

"How can this be? I said that I have just arrived in Tibet, and I just came a few more times before. Brother, can you help me?"

Chen Xing thought it was not difficult, so he didn't refuse, and said, "Then I'll give them a call, and I'll call you back later."

"Alright Brother Xing!"

The two days when Chen Xing arrived at Gang Rinpoche should be the best time to go around the mountain. Now the weather is getting colder and colder. Even if he passes by, he can only look around. Small souvenirs or something.

He also reminded him in his news.

But thinking about it carefully, this is indeed Yu Jie's style.

Hope he can find his true love.

Chen Xing called Daniel, the inspector of Namtso, and he agreed very readily. The friendship between the two was still there not long after they separated, and it was not a big deal at all.

After hanging up the phone, he called Nima Zhandui again to greet him and said that he would leave Tibet tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

Nima Zhandui was surprised to hear that Chen Xing was still in Tibet.

We have been separated for so long, according to his understanding of mainland tourists, he thought that Chen Xing had already returned home, but he had no idea that Chen Xing was still in the Holy City, so he hurriedly said: "Brother Chen Xing, brother Chen Xing, don't leave, I have I want to give you a gift, and I will go to the Holy City tomorrow afternoon."

"No need, no need!"

What kind of gift do you get for no reason? Others even came to the holy city specially.

"It's useful, don't rush to leave, I'll call you when I arrive tomorrow afternoon."

As soon as the phone call was hung up, Chen Xing sat on the chair and was stunned for a while.

Why give yourself a gift?Thank yourself for saving the old grandma?But I didn't do anything, I just dragged it until the ambulance arrived, and I also ate their roast whole lamb, steak, etc., there is no need for this.

Chen Xing was a little greedy for beef and mutton chops.

The best mutton recognized in the country is all from grassland areas. Although the northern Tibet grassland is small, it is also a grassland. It is located in the north and has a large temperature difference between day and night. The quality of the beef and mutton raised will not be inferior to that of other regions. Top gear.

This kind of thing really wants to eat a second meal, and I can remember this taste for a long time.

What's more, what Chen Xing ate was fresh meat within three hours of slaughter.

Don't even think about it, your saliva is about to flow out.

The next day.

Chen Xing was woken up by the alarm clock, and went to the Potala Palace after staying at the front desk for a whole day.

From anywhere in the entire holy city, as long as you look up, you can basically see the Potala Palace.So you don't even need to look at the map, just walk in that direction.

Although it was nine o'clock, the square in front of the Potala Palace was fully activated.

There are those who lead horses for tourists to ride on horses, and those who rent Tibetan costumes to take pictures for tourists. Some don’t have anything, but they just want to take pictures for you. Anyway, the whole Potala Palace Square is very lively, and you can feel the heat when you stand in it atmosphere of.

Chen Xing walked to the place where the tickets were bought.

He wanted to ask the older sister who bought the tickets where the tour guide he had booked, but he stopped soon.

No need to go, the man is standing under a tree waiting for someone.

The clothes and hairstyle were the same as what Chen Xing saw in the photo yesterday, and there were already five or six people standing in front of him, all dressed as tourists.

(End of this chapter)