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Zhuoma

Part I

To go to Tibetan areas is for me like to explore some exotic spots. There are anything different from what I am used to live with, as the sceneries, the people and the way they live.

I was told that once I had been in Tibetan areas, wherever it is, I would go there again and again, addicted to it. I had no idea what it really meant. I looked at her face while she was describing her exciting experience in Hongyuan, one small Tibetan town in Sichuan. Her face was shinning brightly and voice was louder excitedly.

I was too upset not to think about any danger or uncertainties I would encounter on my first time to Tibetan area. I called my friend to ask her idea on slide sand. It was ringing for several minutes but nobody answered.

“There is no big deal if I buy the ticket. They will know better about road condition than I do,” I thought and then bought the first ticket to go to Tibetan area, the unknown place for me.

I cannot remember if I knew anything about Tibet. It seemed that I had not read, listen to or watch a little about Tibet and Tibetan. However I had my first little adventure.

I forgot to be afraid when I just stepped into the bus to Zoige. I enjoyed the whole bus trip instead. When the bus was approaching to Zoige, everything was changed without any telling and expectation. Grassland was spreading out to reach me. It was so soft and I would like to roll down from the top of a little hill. It rained suddenly and then hailstone hit the front glass of the bus. Everyone was screamed at this sudden change. But the most shock happened later after we drove some minutes. Someone started to shout, “the rainbow”, then every of us turned our heads to that direction and I held my breath while staring at it flying over the road. The one after one appeared before us or next to us. The rainbow is quite rare in the cities, especially in Chengdu. No matter whatever the explanation is, because of landform or pollution, there is not much rainbow representing in the city.

It happened once in my memory after the pouring-down rain for one night. Then it was caught by somebody accidentally. The news spread very soon in that morning. It took a long time for people to talk about the rainbow.

Posted by minfreya 01:09 Archived in China Tagged backpacking

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