walking on

The train arrived in Xi'ning in the afternoon.

We took taxi to the guesthouse, which I found by internet. The guesthouse was unexpectedly deserted to some empty street.

The guesthouse was empty too, and we were only two guests.

The room assigned to us was down to the other end of the hall way. Some others'doors were open. I was scared to see that darkness in the rooms, but I still tried to search for something.
The night was frozen. My husband did not have a good sleep. He spent most of time recording my sleeping noice.

He insisted that it was snoring. But from his evidence, I did not hear anything.

Next early morning, we took the bus to Tongren, the town of Tangka, Buddihm painting.

We met some other backpackers at the bus station. It was surprised to meet the ones like us, especially during this time.

It took 22h to Xi'ning.Some minutes earlier than its schedual. To be on time, the train stopped at Lanzhou train station for nearly 1h. The people, who had already fed up with being closed in the cubics, were waiting in the long line in the train before it stopped.

When the door opened, we flooded out.

The people started to entain themselves by taking video of self-created dance, which originated from Majiang playing.

While we moved our eyes away from them, they tracked us, my husband and I, by their video sneakly.

Even it was winter, there still were a lot of people to Lasha, Tibet. Lasha is not only the holy place for Tibetan, but the others as well.

The idea was approaching to me from timeto time, probably we might get off when it stopped in Lasha.

The train has the signs and remindings in Chinese, English and Tibetan. It also has oxygen supply system.

I am enjoying the waves of the sea again, in Putuo Shan.
By taking a ship, I left from Shanghai at 9pm with the others. It took a few hours till 8 o'clock in the morning.
It is so amazing to enjoy standing against the wind. The lights were the stars spattered over the darkness.
I went to the back of the ship. The waves were carrying and pushing the ship forward. I was moving my body too following the ship's rhythm.
The night was so long because it was too hot inside the room and someone was making big noise for the whole night. Open eyes again by snore, I saw the beams through the windows. I got up after 4 o c'clock then. Walking out of the heat, I came to hug the morning, the morning of the sea.

One day before leaving I got notified that I should leave for some business trip for around 15days to Nanjing and Shanghai.

I had no idea that how long it would take from Chengdu to Nanjing. But now I am able to list the time here:
Leaving on 8pm. on 4 of June, and arriving on 9.10am 6.

The train started crowded and became half less till 9pm. on the next night.

I often remembed the time spent on train with Fredrik. It is full of fun and happiness. I forgot how aweful it was to take those long-time-train trips. Those memories also helped me out this time for spending 37hours in train. We were at Nanjing eventually.

朋友介绍给我棒棒冰，告诉我说味道很好。
我买了几根，味道淡淡的，远不如郎木寺的棒。
在寺院几个来回后，我发现，孩子们不上课的时间大多停在了寺院的小卖部。
下了课，孩子们一溜烟的不见了，但我不着急，我知道在哪里可以找到他们。
小卖部门口，孩子们已经出现了，一个接一个地跑来跑去，跑进跑出。
我决定坐在门口。
几个孩子见我把了门，便用袖子捂住头，风似地冲进小卖部。过一小会儿，就听见背后塑料纸剥得哗哗作响。
我转过头去，他们几个趴在柜台上嚼了起来。
孩子们的声音在一阵安静后又响了起来。再转头看，我看到几只拽着钱的手伸到柜台里，另几只手指点着，几根棒棒冰交到举得高高的手里。
一个孩子举起一瓶可乐到我面前。
“什么？”我不明白。
“喝，喝…”，他用手向上摆摆，仰起头来，做出喝的动作。
“啊，谢谢啦，”我高兴地接了过来，瓶上的冰水顺着瓶子在手心里往下滑。
孩子们把棒棒冰塞进嘴里，靠在小卖部的墙上，或坐在窗台台，双腿随着吸进冰水的速度摇动，另几个孩子跑到阳光下，你追我赶，手里紧紧握着棒棒冰。
一小阵儿后，他们不约而同地又窜回到小卖部里。
再几个棒棒冰。
“真好，守着冰柜吃，”我羡慕地说。
“哈，哈哈…”，他们用手拍拍挺着肚子，大笑起来。
“啪的”一声，他们把棒棒冰掰成了两段，一半马上就塞进嘴里，双手使劲地捏着底部，拼命地把咖啡色的冰往上挤。
一个孩子递给我一根棒棒冰。
“啊？”我赶快接过来。
另外一个孩子拿了棒棒冰站在我面前，演示给我看怎样动手吃棒棒冰。
看见他们盯着我，我便假装熟练地一声“啪的”将棒棒冰分成了两段。
“哈哈，哈哈…”，大家笑了起来。
我学着他们的模样活动我的十根手指，一阵努力后，终于尝到了甜头，是可乐味道的，“好吃，好吃，”边往嘴里挤，我边赞道。
还没挤完这根棒棒冰，我又分到了一根。我也捏在手里，像他们一样。
整个下午的时间，孩子们和我没有离开小卖部，我们尝遍了棒棒冰所有的味道，我最喜欢可乐味道。