Backpacking

I am leaving tomorrow morning for the south of Gansu. Very early and have to get up around 5.30am, and because of rain, maybe the bus to Zoige, which is located at the north of Sichuan, will be stopped for at least 2 or 3 hours on the way. It sounds terrible, but maybe there is still something nice or surprise to see or know! I bought some little gifts, such as pencils, notebooks and some candy, for the local people there. Not too much, feel a little sorry about this. I think my backpack is already heavier for me. Really sorry for this, wish I could find some possibilities to give them some tips to learn Chinese. I think my friend, Lucia and her family will arrive Xinjiang soon. Bon voyage!

I will leave with this new camera, which I bought some weeks ago, to travel in north of Sichuan and south of Gansu.

Some nervous because I will take my backpack alone this time to Tibetan area with some wild dogs may unexpectedly bursting out into my view, when hiking or cycling along the roads there.

But I do wish I could go some nice cycling there with pretty sight views. And try to imagine to cycle along the roads surrounded by some mountains and grasslands.

Then I am expecting to have a talk or chat with locals there, maybe they are kids or maybe they are monks. That will be amazing and particular for me. So I will visit some schools here, if it is possible, I would like to teach them Chinese, not English, because I think they have already got good native English teachers.

And to finish my books there, on the hillsides under the sun!

Some nervous and some exciting! I am waiting for that early wake-up one day after.

This is my new camera, which will help me to remember this particular trip:

Only for one reason, I packed myself and left to Yangshuo. It is because of cycling.

West Street, the famous for it stuffed with foreign tourists and café, seemed some cold to me when I stepped into the street under one arch.

It rained before and the ground still was a little wet.

I tried some youth hostels along the street, but it was unbelievable that all the rooms were so expensive. I dragged my suitcase to the next door hostel, named Holiday Inn. The boss promised to give me some discount and then I finally could move to a room to settle myself down, for several days.

Even now, I don’t like Yangshuo. Too many tourists, too much noise. When lying on the bed, I was looking forward to the next morning, when I set off on bicycle.

The next was so great and amazing. I did not plan to have a guide while cycling, however it happened. I had a great time with there, some 40s lady, the mother of two kids. She showed me along the villages which I liked the most and told me something about her kids. When we went back to my hostel, I asked her to have dinner with me. We tried the best fish there and I was sure that was the wonderful dinner I had. When she left, I asked her snail address and told her I would post her something for her kids. I did after I came home, but I have not got any idea whether she received it or not. I lost her contact…

Cycling part in Yangshuo was so cool and amazing for me, just like a naughty kid to run out and in among the villages, the trees and the pretty hills.

And one café with many books lying on the wooden shelves was very nice.

It's possible that I lost myself somewhere.

I was searching for some Chinese teaching abroad. That is only because of the eagerness to escape.

Some clickings later, that scene was approaching me and clear.
That was all the smiles of the Tibetan.

The pictures are bringing me back to those sweet moments on the trips to Tibetan areas.

When I started going those places was last summer holiday. The funny one is I was some scared and nervous about the coming trip. I knew little thing about Zoige, Langmu Si and Xiahe, even after searching through internet.
I went to the bus station to buy the next day’s ticket to Zoige. I was so nervous and even I got close to the ticket counter, I was not still ready for that little ticket. I drew out from the waiting queue. I called my friend and wanted she gave me some advices. She was not there. No any suggestion. Then I told myself that it was just to buy one and then to see what would happen. I bought one ticket to Zoige with trembling sound.
I got up early to catch the bus to Zoige in the early morning. Then everything went smoothly and I forgot all the worry and started my first trip to that mysterious land.

Everything was out of my imagination. I could not describe how much I love that land. After 15 days I came back home. When the bus was leaving the Tibetan town far and far, the tears came out. I was staring out of the window and tried to hold and keep those smiles, the sound, the grassland and the mountains in my mind.
There was one voice coming up from my heart. It was I would come back, definitely.

Then I kept my promise to that land, to the kids there.

I went there again and again. The days I spending there become more amazing and unforgettable after every short staying. And it is the same that I always cried while having to say Goodbye, no matter how many time I have been there.

I am planning another trip to Langmu Si and I gave myself one week, at least, to teach kids there Chinese.

Happily, there are more and more people caring about the kids there and the school.

I am not sure how many times I will go there in the coming years. But I am always here when it is calling my name.