Nepal travel notes _ for love's Memorial

Nepal travel notes

— To commemorate

This is a field in the long-awaited trip.

Looking forward to the wonderful sites of emotion that will make constant fade things lively. While in the waiting process, endless imagination is far richer than the trip itself. In anticipation, all sadness and a little troubles have patience. Waiting for a kind of release, and then, continue to the silence. Life only moments of brilliant brilliant, at that moment, became our profound in mind. This in mind, let's forgive your past mediocrity.

Travel back five months, then it seems, of trouble just to that memory.

And memories and touches the heart of the people and things.

September 24, Guangzhou airport

Three years ago.

This is the initial completion of a new airport. A man dragged all the household effects of oversized overstuffed suitcases leaving the host city. Rejected any form of farewell, three years 流离 sentimental has extensive bone marrow, all bustling feast cannot loneliness lonely butian, only to leave. Growing memories, too many left, near the wandering exiles, let me in every city has left a lot of life. Again, no one bid farewell to the airport, always in the vaulted, looked at numerous flights operating to life have to restart the possibility, in order to keep in mind always consistent, and tears.

Yes.

At that time. I do not know the city with you. If you and your friends. Perhaps a silent love will let me host, will be beautiful too busy times to the way you want to give you. That night, in the overseas Chinese village's bar before your car slowly stop my heart crunch pain. We must be met. In the open air on the balcony, I must used Yung lazy figure lying in the quay side, seen you, clear image. Highland Lake exquisite cold Moonlight, I through time and space, seen your teenager clear beautiful appearance. That hurt innocent face, revealing the secrets of your youth. That secret, perhaps only I've covered products. Know the sense of dependency would be forever in my collection.

I and you, not at the meeting in time and space, I don't know, do you know how I regret.

-The coffee at the airport, and finally, I would have been seen together traveler.

POW and two lovely girl. Has its own life path of anguish, but all good frankness. Look forward to working with the travel, like me, just to the unknown world of adventures, but also in a different space and time, find themselves continue to walk the strength and wisdom. I can't compare, but I know that my feelings are already inside the kink, wanton growth, it can spread of space, winding build-up, unable to comb. It in one trip, look at my sink and forbearance, any subtle opportunities, fast attack me worn not promoting prevention. In this way, we all have something in 5 hours long flight arrival in Kathmandu, a live together with God.

Travel anterior and POW countless reading various gonglue, it can only lead us to solve the problem, do not allow us to discover the beauty of the trip.

But the problem is still there in language exchanges, obstacles are of paramount importance. So we unanimously preferred, a night in China opened longyou Inn, where not only has the Chinese style meals, also gathers a large number of Chinese people. Familiar faces and languages, so we feel safe. Here's three meals a day, for I am used to light the way of the stomach after eating spice restaurant after the stimulus has become highly prized delicacy. In particular, only in the afternoon time reported in hot water, after all the way without any signs of cuts off the power of embarrassment, the absolute value and enjoyment. The first night, sleep early fatigue. And POW, on the first floor of a small Hall, has been prepared for the mid-autumn moon cakes, bribery of all travellers. And eating with one of the most invigorating flower skirt girl talked up. But there is no travel code set to POW and strangers, and only spend time let him play.

September 25, Kathmandu monkeys Temple

This is Kathmandu.

Vine third floor balcony down, rain, are the following.

Balcony, small Hall has a square table, it is ideal for the breakfast. Gonglue on Kathmandu is no longer the rainy season, but cold moist air is threatened, the rainy season also in continuity. We use the $ price squeeze 80R had to monkey Temple of taxi.

Had seen in postcards on four eyes gods, at the foot of the South, and the pair of high-profile square eye contact, I suddenly got quiet and the province.

This foreign land of the gods, has looked at the softly on the passing of my heart for restless and tired.

Climbing stone wet and steep, rusty iron railings cold get along with a few handy monkey and let the rain, air cooler, only slight rain falls in the body.

Golden Tower in the drizzle, but also filled with sadness. Bush edge there is a small langyan, grey tile roof covered with green moss, has sat on the ground of the yellow stain, monks and one local woman talking softly. From the pair of beautiful eyes that's equipped expectations, must be to love. In the Holy places everywhere signs, love, and as faith, let me in awe. Let me, aphasia.

And all of its historical profound religious countries, exquisite craft hidden in the building of all the details.

Ground fine copper engraving-complex, countless will riding, foot footwear has shiny smooth.

Stupa surrounded by lots of shops selling handicrafts, fancy mask, huge copper Bell, handmade wood ...

POW, open bar, us. With the decoration of our shops. It would be kind of shops, the style is singular, complexion built big POW will every song, cited peer to Union, and a slender woman was in the South to earn awake at night worrying. Sweat. However, as a POW, not unhappy. It has never been, not a way of life.

September 25, Kathmandu by the gyro Festival

On the second floor in the Helena restaurant window, on the origin and watch Tamil block unique landscape.

BeautifulThere are small shops, eye-catching colours the gorgeous mixed goods. Embroidery, tapestry, Saber, Pearl chain, precious stones, shawl, carving ... Let any woman is fanatical exquisite beauty. Because the Museum is not a full time opening, we once Eastern Pocket West go, unfortunately returns. The rain continues, we are hungry and tired in the novel enjoy the first Nepal gourmet meal. Gourmet standard is based on the definition of the stomach. Therefore, after the trip, we still have a modified version of mustard green noodles and excitement.

Yung lazy feast, in the rain of Tamil streets, we surprise came across an old familiar Chinese people of Nepal, he worked at tonny Huawei business travel, it is hidden in the corner of a local travel agency.

When I use the English like to knock trip and he discusses short-term trip arrangements, he standard of Chinese make me surprised and shame. We trust will stage journey delivered to him, an exciting journey, perhaps it was this time again the unexpected encounter. It is expected.

More to our surprise, it stretches from the morning rain, but rain God within.

In the Kathmandu Valley, the rain God performed each year today, punctually and rain, but the scatters all over town of revelry, tonight. Tonight, in du bus Plaza, there will be three Golden Temple to survive the war-goddess Gallery Mary city parade and Nepal King in the Palace's tribute to the statue of liberty on the terrace. We take the wind like a tricycle to du-manpower.

In the rain, surface muddy bumpy's rickshaw run screwed horsepower, quickly be thrown for me tightly like choke on a root the top beam would like to remind the driver we don't hurry, brewing bad English, but the crowd swarms from all directions, and we send to the same direction as the bullfighting Festival Spain, unfortunately, we are the head of cattle in. asthma

Could the presence of thought, tricycles and untimely passing through small streets and lanes have been stopped, our eyes, in open du Pakistan square, is the amazing world of the ocean. It was incredibly happy dressed up people, white flying mud on a Sari-damaged, the amount of points at the vermilion of Nevus, ecstatic enthusiasm, roof, balcony ladder at the House, see, Viiv crowd, while white beauty Palace, not far away, the brilliant shine extreme. Ceremony of the process we are unable to grasp, not live to see the face can only imagine the goddess with her pure beauty. But the hoan scenario, but the tide so I forget.

— The simplest pleasures, release, but a moment of shock me.

In the everyday life of the city, seems to have no holidays can make me. Everything has to be assigned the value of the objective existence, as the pace of life in gyro, holiday or days already irrelevant. Writ in exquisite Yung, talent also like wreaths cloud, only in the slender neck, and traveling. Those pieces and brilliant MU, only in our fragile moments. The architecture of wisdom and sound life, are also tired as a burden, gain and loss of balance reminder. I dance on the balance beam, the need for a perfect posture without forging my 100% of newly-build practice. I'm still in front of you, has become a great danger of small children.

The dark afternoon adults affection abundant downstairs talking, trivial to talk, but it had nothing to do with a person's happiness.

I hid in the attic tired to sleep, wake up, smell the dust in the air, the bottom is another suffocating endless empty. This empty, after a long time, and made love with countless are unable to fill, it is like a huge cave, devouring all possible booming roaring emotion, no echo. In fact, it only needs a warm hand gesture. Your hands, in the night, stroked my hair. My heart is rather calm, temperature, tears fell silent, just want to hold you, with all my strength.

September 26, Chitwan-jungle adventure

Only four hours of travel, our car has arrived in Chitwan.

Air becomes moist and sticky heat, like a melting of thick, ice cream, hair curls of sticking to the forehead and neck. Chitwan-is a monsoon climate, October is the ideal travel season. Here is the direction of twin-tree forest, swamp and a succession of grassland. Here a tiger, elephant, rhino, crocodile ... Animals, fame. In order to not become a monster ' free lunch, we decided to live in a small town cable Jara.

Car pulled into a pretty small garden, tropical plant thermal sight in the assassination of bloom, Ponte da Ponte flowers, white such as tea, inlaid with pink lace, as Grand performances.

High and straight trunk, branches and leaves of green fine, hand-cut like a subtle shapes and large clusters of red rose buds as Dan ' COA like a Swank in the branches, flowers, white Pavilion lovely and pleasant. Gray roof with a low floor, a spacious balcony lounge you can enjoy a cool breeze, this is our favourite residence. Remove the rucksack in the Pavilion of the Party of the table, we drink the locals called tea, Everest brand of beer. A moment of rest for an entertaining, sometimes better than the theme of travel itself. The scenery without a moment's stay in the wide side of rivers chaophaya gazing, group of rooms overlooking the eaves of a shelter from the rain, in thatched hut on the hillside of a cold beer ... We will not be able to remember the travel itself.

The hotel seems to have only our guests, who cannot seem to often come to guests, through the kitchen window, look at almost all the staff together busy bee.

Time a minute of the past, we have to wait until the waiter's joy for our turn on the meal before soup, Staples ... We immediately on white napkin ye, straight upright position, imagine a gentleman and Lady like elegant dishes using knife and fork and a quiet conversation, but, for us the bowl, turned out to be, is a bowl of noodle soup! rarefied convenience soup! watch waiters seemed just smile, we confirmed that it is their intention to prepare delicious food, just fork is useless, POW himself holding the bowl, laugh in a bowl and a bowl. Main meal is fried chicken, it weights are sincere.

We get round, led by Chief of staff to walk to the town of

Junction. There, our elephant and our gentle people are waiting for us, we will in Chitwan's jungle, do a real cross expedition. I climbed on foot-and-high shelf, in order to be able to successfully ride the elephant's back. Elephant seemingly docile Ann Liang, our gentle people also seem simple and light, we can only sell it in their delivery to him, a body strong key and an experienced elephant through the jungle of wild beasts, we only rely on. Elephant Man is a very handsome young man, a cotton white shirt, black as the carbon skin permeability a fine sweat, barefoot, lightweight climbing at elephant nose jumped like back, body straight with a heavily armed us slowly, like a King so brilliant, such as the Palace Guard of honor of the visit, just us in order to avoid shaking like back was accidentally left fly out, delivering clutching wood like saddle Rails, frighten first dwarf foot face fled, dignified and solemn.

Elephants on the way in the countryside mud slowly, far and wide, slow River quietly in the fields.

Travel weary, humidity, disease, sweat, dust, vibrations of carriages, stomach pain, dizziness, inflammation, sunburn, plodded ... At this moment, quiet. Keep all complaints, quietly walk, this is the only way to follow you.

The road passes through a simple structures thatched roof, covered with large offering of clean warm hay.

Elephant man told me that this is the elephant family. The elephant was born, the first person you will need to adopt it, and to look after and love it, diabetologist. Our elephant steady temperament, distinguishes and preceding a playful elephant. All the way, that's just as happy iconic outing, rough rough long nose around volume branches into the mouth big chew, the branch is its riches, but rather it back on the travel, staggered over her head to tight security to avoid being branches of scratches is a tree falling in an insect bites, we followed, thankful.

Elephants in a piece of open grassland stopped, lawn beautiful bird expand gorgeous wings and fly away.

Several of the gentle people seem to be in the discussion, conclusion, respectively, on its own like, once again set off.

The River is flowing, the elephants start the River, like the wind in front of the boat, worry about the bad temper like with long nose we involved River Central.

On the other side of the River, is the entrance to the jungle.

Fairy Kingdom that strange green world, slowly expand before us.

Branches of the tree trunk as vine, is under the direction of twin-tree unique tree position, an area with thick green leaves, trees flourish in the shade to avoid, see the sky, only the static world of our own sound. We in the maze of jungle, as small as the walk through. The elephant has become our most secure asylum. Solid ground everywhere ', unable to identification of the forest, suspicious sounds suggesting that the beast is hidden in our side, perhaps a pair of eyes sparkle shining eyes staring at us. Soil, grass, branches and leaves smell mixed with animals in the form of interest, our elephants, exception alert road, elephant man back to remind us to tighten all the neckline, cuff, pant ... In short, everything you can to let unknown insects can climb into place. Sitting at the top of the elephant, feel like jungle monkey, bough knot spider online massed, lurked fierce spider, that look like a hundred-year-old sink, I really hope to be able to drill into a cloth bag, this heroic world, other people everywhere. The hairs in the jungle, we do not know time wandering the thrill and premeditated weilie, has also begun. We are honest and kind gentle people very firmly believe that our jungle through what looks forward to seeing those odd difficult to see the famous Bengal Tigers, rhinoceros horn, Hyena, Leopard ... Four-head like, start with strategies of siege, we hold your breath, frightened eyes wide, fortunately, the instant panic than we also ran out of a cute deer. Elephant Man, and launched the siege. Fortunately, the gentle little animals. We really don't know, didn't see the wild beasts, the end is not lucky, or are we lucky?

In moist jungle elephant crossing the entire afternoon, also as our General tiredness, like team finally slowly toward the light direction.

The twilight sky, clouds at sunset in the stretch, and the birds in the sky across our elephants through the ten. Lithe Pont a blow gently grass, ronghua flying. This is the most joyful day. Twilight of the Tharu ethnic villages, low rugged mud hut, a soft warm flames, bare feet boy, with beautiful smile, shy to our greetings. The River is still quietly, fluorescent insects in the dark green of the fields as the stars shine. We are drowning in endless twilight.

Big circle of the Moon, the sun rises in the field side.

Warm yellow luster, uncontaminated companion face, they are so young and beautiful.

September 26, Chitwan-Moonlight

Power outage.

Shower in the dark.

Sloppy dress, pants mud stains, hair unkempt, adornment, moist on the inside, this is the usual way of travel. Dignified, elegance, beauty, enchanting, this woman, only in the city. POW in love with a woman in this city. Far from looking at him, Pierce his heart knows his anxiety. Everyone is anxious for their own thoughts. We are instantly would like to hug each other, but also instant sensitive to leave. Learn about each other, not only takes time, you also need patience and wisdom. POW have not seen my life perfect smile, I had not seen him tenderness Valentine. We know nothing about the world around us, all. Such lost, sometimes we lose heart.

Back to the little town of cable Jara, beautiful silence.

Brightly lit shop, ornate of simple crafts. We as many traveler walked into the side of the little theatre, Tharu people, starting soon. This is the most humble of theatre. No modification of any of the magnificent, small stage, the floor has been grinding down the old walls barge, the air was full of the smell of stale humid. A face in the dignity of the elderly easy walk on stage, in the old dark red velvet curtain, emotional energetic tell the story of the moment. CurtainCloth, gently pull in a bunch of drummer rhythm are strong drum, sing up for the elderly. The small stage instantaneous with brilliance, ignorance fearless, simplicity of performances, as long as the perception that we could not understand the language, also became a melody. Once again, we warmly applauded their sincere performances. Huan tide times and ended at the theatre door, we leave with the crowd. Moonlight, clear bright, pure night like this, I knew as water. And POW shop along the streets, for a walk. Occasionally came into the store, pick pick pick pick baby elephant carved of austere, pick up and down. The cool evening breeze, ink color of the sky, are small star, flicker.

And return to the hotel's Garden POW Bower, the waiter brought two bottles of beer, listen to POW lecture Cambodia travel stories.

This night, warm fragrance, in my life, rare.

— — Love, is warm, glossy, fragrant smell, you can travel through the body, to arrive at the soul.

Micro-fine gentle warm touch, the body as a dissemination of fragrant blooms of plants, instantly.

All good tactile, remain in the memories of the skin, resulting in the sense of fantasy, such as Palm trio of mellow about, such as ears, reminding a warm voice, such as Yuen a fingertip subtle touch, as close to the edge of soft cotton clothing, such as a Crystal Cup of sweet of Mei yin ...

Time is so silent, undulating illusion pain let me break.

I dive into 3000 meters of underwater wait and you rendezvous, dark hair such as seaweed, felines and enchanting fallout.

Sunlight penetrating the deep blue of the sea, dark green creatures around gathering. Time such as dust, in light of floating. The world is so quiet, the circulation of millions of light years I, affectionately waiting.

I know you have I forgotten in the deep sea.

Floating out of the cold sea, land and the island will keep you warm and comfortable. You still with wading through the damp, Green Island, thin sand in the sun shines, equipped with large clusters of flowers, red white birds across the water, everything beautiful, just like day Que. You have finally arrived. I see you on the island, as I looked up, listen to the sound of the birds away, your smile is pure, no attachment.

Do you remember touch my hair? when you start.

I'm afraid you forgot my breath. I want to hug you all night, we were able to meet, even worse, you still can remember me, my breath. Also there is such a small moment, your and my ten fingers hold phase, you cling to me, you clean a small Chin touch on my shoulder. I know this moment, my love is passing through your body, leaving the pain.

I am still, latent in the seabed.

World barren, silence. My boat is not here, I cannot go ashore. I'm in the cold of the seabed, in the memory can gaze at you. Gaze at you, and incomparably deep, thinking of you.

I like this, thinking of you.

September 27, Chitwan-canoe paddles

POW, standing on the shore.

Too compliant and refused to on before.

A narrow canoe, stopped at the shore.

We want good morning time, travelling in small canoes in RAPTI river rafting. Wide rivers, a famous India crocodile alligator Daes, in short, is the fierce big crocodile. We travel the code 101 expressly "disagreement, a few required majority", the authority of the code cannot be shaken, POW in a ratio of four of the disparity, the crowd onto the ship. The sun still shines on the River, the Peacock in the forest shines iridescence of feathers, Fawn stop to rest on the soft grass, a bird blue bright tongshen stop in branch. Flow of sounds and voices of the boatmen shake pulp, in the air for a long time. Danger in such a quiet time quietly arrived. Stone colour crocodile mouth, carving General lying in the shore, motionless, eyes but quietly watching the direction of our canoe, and then look closely, Furthermore, the shore, the River, near the Woods, such as stone, let us panic. This is to think of it, I won't be up swimming. Then the whole pirogue, apart from the boatmen and POW, but no-one will be up swimming. In fact, be swimming also useless. Our boat, the crocodiles of the parade, slowly, slowly, and finally towards the shore.

Shore, through spacious meadows, is an elephant breeding centre.

At the entrance, the locals touting a small biscuit, is made from honey and rice wrapped in a leaf-RI, it is said, is the baby elephant are favorite dessert. We take small biscuits, came to the breeding Center. Baby elephant had wild difficult to tame, yet educational, in leg are locked heavy iron chains. Only two elephants were put out of close contact with the visitors. This should be the two excellent can have small red elephant, lovely hanzhi, rocking a rushed, exemplified by the nose away my hands in the cookie. Scene 1: out of control, I sent some overhauling. Baby elephant was robbed last point biscuit chip, curly nose, swagger to go away.

And we in Chitwan's journey to a close.

We return to the hotel, to bid farewell to the waiter, again pick up the luggage to bokhara, car window, the weather was fine, the peaks of the greenery, a group of wearing the uniform of the Clean Blue students on his bicycle rapid pass through us, the youth. Traditional and modern, civilization and original, in this land, harmonious.

I like here, also, keep in mind here.

September 27, bokhara fishtail mountain resort

This is the world famous hotel.

In 1980, Prince Charles has stayed over here.

It hid in fee Siwa a tree lush beautiful small island.

The waiter will be rocking the boat, in the green fee of Siwa's transfer distinguished guests travelling to the island.

We proceeded down the car and stood in the sign of the FISH TAIL LODGE, patted him of dust, the small island of waiter immediately pull on the rope, the small Quartet pontoon slowly in the Lake.

YangSurprisingly good light, Ming Huang dazzling, ha'afeva Lake, jade, dark green, with a slight ripples. Heart of Mayfair, this is not a journey, this is a lovely holiday time. And then later without having kept the traveller, we finally like gentlemen and ladies, the waiter respectful-him smile, pay a tip, stay in our room. The entire island is a tropical plant garden, Hongyan assassination of flowers bloom in the heat. The cobblestone path laid to each quiet room, the Bough shake Tin carved of shade, rustic beauty. Rooms are of a cordierite low flat roof, door with small garden, white cold-Chair, you can outdoor afternoon tea. The room was lovely, the window has a long they brought, in accordance with the window, you can see Lake. Mountain peak, is the fish tail. If the weather is good enough, you can also see the mist-shrouded the peak between the snow.

This afternoon, we stretch the body and mind, sleeping on the couch, watching the Indigo colour mountains, floating clouds, birds of the sky, like the Prince and Princess, elegant living.

Small island, there is a small swimming pool open in the swim POW jump.

Through the blue water, one person only, POW like a dolphin-like dexterity. Life is so beautiful.

Dinner is a romantic candlelight dinner, the restaurant in water circle, spacious French window, the tranquillity of the Lake.

We drink wine, eat fresh fish of the Lake, the time, are gradually stagnated.

At midnight, the island still only insects.

A person put on his coat, bare feet pounded the cordierite child walking along the Lake side. Moonlight brightening face is bright and pure. This is a best time of the woman. At this time, love, and happiness should be unlimited.

— — Happy, are always out of reach.

You can directly reach the soul of love, because deep and not knowing, but may occasionally depend on it.

Those in the growth experience cannot be said of pain, gnaws away many insist about love, in life, a moment, because of the extremely humble and despair, we will be at the expense of safety and trust, exchange our superficial love, in order to be close to happiness.

But at that moment, we lost their wisdom.

Happiness, remains elusive. Talking about love of life, such as a lake. Quiet bright China Lake, undercurrent. Substance of dust sand filled with eyes, sometimes we use blind the eyes and hearts to the sober moments of life, fear, fall of wild flowers. But we don't know, hidden in the heart of pure love what moment will be keen to wake, passing through the body, in the occasional moment, feel happy.

I feel happy, that is, the moment of the hug you.

September 28, l-gnas l.

Heavy rain.

Reported.

Bad weather the other desperate.

We eventually decided to heavily armed, and put on the most sophisticated anti-storm emergency clothing and shoes, cycling, go to the 10 km outside of gnas Lake.

— — Crazy decision.

Our bike case black sheep, and my Department, the hem yaya, abstruse difficult ride.

Worse, indeed the emergency clothing and shoes, but rain and rainstorms will come from the gap between the drill, rain sweat, are blurred vision, so we really experience to limit movement of scant. Resolute will, at this time, is the only necessary. We walk through the old town, the pedestrian bokhara ROAR, road congestion bumpy, most trucks roared in the side. We erect on the bike, tough road. The hotel waiter for us the way of hand drawing has been rain handwriting diffuse, only one way. Finally, the ride to the open road. Roadside as China Jiangnan paddy field in the PRC, a small yellow flowers are also a Swank nun. My whole body sweat to the skin, hair stuck to the forehead, his face flushed, panted. Two hours, she's a section of highway ends, the stones of the dirt track, stuffing tossed I nearly fell into.

A turn than gnas Lake, a quiet lake, Wang is just before eyes.

We all want to find a soul.

Those who cannot show people's pain, or for wanting to be deficiencies in quiet time, anxiety, fatigue. I would also be the case. Awkward life situation, missing all exist. Let stable relationship can exist, so that love can exist. This kind of awkward, embarrassing to talk. I like a container, bears, to rough out and cannot be suppressed.

Tears, further exacerbating.

The rain has stopped.

The lake water vapor Misty.

POW and I and a boat, we shake the slurry in a dark green Lake in the row. Clouds floating gently, the Lake with the mountains in the reflection. Occasionally a waterfowl across the water. Lake Shore hillside, scattered with small villages. Chuiyanniaoniao, the warmth of the worldly life. I have no words and POW, only shaking pulps long in the valleys. Life time, perhaps, that is the case, the quiet and comfortable, not words.

Skylight and down.

Rain reported again. There is no coat of POW has thoroughly wet. On the shore of little tea Shack, we work with local people together from the rain. Sipping hot tea, POW nor can warm up. Can only take off clothes wrung, saw his frozen red skin, wanted to hug him and give him the body temperature of the heat. Naked in local folk's taboo to mention a woman's embrace.

Rain no stop signs.

We decided to return in the rain.

Overdraft manual, and tangled heart, fatigue, inability to ride a bike.

POW continuously encouraged me. And I, each step to get your whole body strength. I said in my heart for POW, give up on me. I have not the slightest effort before the row again. I just want to sit on the street, a man sitting to the end of time.

If time is short, I would like to shed light, still remember you.

Remember you, beautiful and warm appearance.

Burnout of walking my life seems to be some sort of mysterious has become a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Teenager in Beidaihe seaside, missed the sanatorium bus, a man walking along the Beach Road in two hours of walking, the waves and the dark night sky Black Sea swells, roadside bushes ghastly Ghost, no star point lights, fourteen-year-old boy, in extreme fear of walking. Is still a teenager, to over a hill, a person who, without the path just rely on the rocks on the signpost, walking four hours. In the twilight hours miraculously crossing the Valley. Tumble stone, collapse of cable, no let me despair. Just go, do not stop walking. Adult, so walking as fate, let me in a different city-circulation, without pausing. While traveling, from marble to xizhou, is two hours ' walk through the rain, there are also many elevations of Namtso 5000 snow, six hours of walking in the snow and ice. Sunburn, hunger, thirst, but never gave up. This walk, I'm restless soul, is looking for a way out. And this time I want to give up, I want you, I give up. I cannot give up on you, just a faint light, in addition to space and time, I'll shine wept. I will not abandon you, only you can give me.

World without you, skylight, world barren.

I no longer walk, or memory. Without you, I know, I love you.

September 30, Boca la lang section mountain Sunrise

In the morning, we got up.

The distant mountains, in the dark sky only vague outlines. We want to go to SA lang section to see the Sunrise mountain. In Sabah, lang, mountain, you can see the panoramic view of the Himalayas. Dhaulagiri Summit, fishtail peak, Annapurna several famous peaks can also be a glance. Car pulled up the mountain road, the air was cool, blue sky, the stars were shining, gushes villages of lights also from each other. Top of the Hill, there is a small viewing platform. Photography enthusiasts have up tripod, waiting for the sunrise.

The horizon, a sunset yinghong the clouds.

We hold your breath, the clouds are gone, the bright sky, sunset Ying Tung, Red Sun spray out. Several peaks, but also in the light in the glimmering.

Came down from the mountain, it was sunny in the morning, in roadside shops have eaten breakfast, we went to bokhara airport, we would like to take a small plane flying over the Himalayas.

In the apron, a blooming flower trees thriving, our small aircraft, stops in the tree.

Start the tension.

Aircraft only two rows, the middle is the narrow channel. Ten or so of the seat. Beautiful air hostess sent me a newspaper and two cotton, local newspaper I text don't understand that cotton is used for the ear. Small aircraft are often great noise, and is not stable, I immediately searched out sick bag, for emergencies.

Smooth take-off, the aircraft may be fine, flight safety and smooth, the churning of the sea of spinning out the window, the Himalayas, snow snow-covered peaks around us.

The beauty of the magnificent, words can't praise this moment I believe in God, this unmatched gloss mountain orientation must be the miracle.

September 30, widening-Himalayan viewing platform

Little strategy mentioned here.

Even among the most fashionable few books, but also just fine.

Just a Word and touches the heart.

Here according to the viewing platform of the Himalaya.

Drive through the vision of the mountain, hovering began broadened.

Colours of green mountains, breezy. We are a small town in the mountains, is open to the altitude of 2000 meters of the mountain. VIEW POINT HOTEL is at the top of the Hill. This is the mountain's highest hotel. Steep stairs of the hotel. Room has a long, hazy distant mountains langyan, second floor, there is a flying empty large terrace, in the air on the spacious deck vessel. Thin and slender United Kingdom girls face the mountains in yoga. There are also quiet France men sitting in a chair with a book.

Clean air, clear water, mixed with flowers and fragrant.

The soft glow of sunset, mountains, clouds, birds, trees ... All quiet down.

I sat quietly, breathing and meditation.

At night, we bring to power down the mountain on foot, mountain side, there's a summer-restaurant, a row of small white Pavilion adjacent hillside.

Large temperature difference between the mountains and icy mountain wind into clothing and neck. There are also beautiful white small houses, the glass is water vapor. The room was very warm, a rhubarb dog lying sleeping on the Chair. We point the red wine, candles flickering light, the face of POW, beautiful and vivid. Have good music. Gently shallow, drums, guitar sound, rhythm, a very good mix, such as the sound of flowing water, gentle, sweet sighing stream at heart. Ask the waiter, knew that good music is your own original band. In this deep hilltop town can have such standards of the band, surprises me. We pay for it, the waiter for we carved several discs, so good music.

Out of the restaurant, the air is sweet, equipped and a cold wind iced the Palm.

Silent Valley, looked at, starlights long in blue velvet sky, diamonds glittering bright. Silent world, I am in the night sky, tears.

-You are my star.

In my infinite horizon, the lonely. In the fireworks of secular life, all the time, the transfer of a mark, etched in my body and I silence. I no longer desire to talk to. The quarrel, diaphragm, apathy, stubborn ... Many of us this confrontation, diabetologist. If you have some shortcomings, irreparable defect, we will just have to stand in the Strait, wait and see, and never close. Many of us live together, but never for a moment. I am so, stood on the shore, to swimming.

Juvenile, loved ones, without interest, searching and waiting, gnaws at my all emotions.

I grow older, it helps to think of his age and appearance. That year, stay in Guangzhou, in the lively East junction, an old familiar silhouette in shambles, worn footwear such as seen in a dream. Desperate to let the driver stopped the car, in the flow of people such as tide crossroad, GallopThe hold of him, a familiar face. Is desperate or let go, squatting in the streets, and wept.

After that, then do not cry.

Habits to bear, in the cinema, the mood when the pain and watch the screen on the lapse of time, he had tears in my eyes.

I had to ride to the life of, nor has there night.

Never tell.

Your touch let me just like junior, uh temperature instantly penetrates my body, warm the soul of my dusty.

I instantly believe that life can exist, so that your temperature, for real. I have the courage, not fear disappear to love you.

You are my star, even in hundreds of millions of light-years, I still touch through time and space, to you.

October 1, na widened-clouds

In the morning.

Open the window. Sleep is awake.

Hidden Hills, the churning of the sea of melatonin.

My room, like floating in a sea of rooms. This is true of clouds. White cotton wool-like clouds, waves of rough attitude. The first time I saw the Sun in a sea of clouds, within easy reach. I want to write down, this exquisite sea.

October 2, ancient Bard posts

A city is a museum.

That is bad.

History and art, ubiquitous, and building, Golden Gate, Peacock window, engraving, fine workmanship.

Can't see the plants and flowers, dazzling monuments of the city, in the Sun, the burning of Vertigo. Stone streets, temples, wells, water trough, in addition to practical, are impressive works of art. Even in a small fruit shop, debris piled up revealed half a block of stone, but also sculpture painting knife, complex flower decoration-like, clearly tell the ancient life. My fingers touch, are the remains of a century. How many gods in the city, the asylum at it so full, beautiful still retained. Moments in love with this city, the soul, a hundred years ago used to live here too. Not new, but can't explain who read from care. At that time will have to Sari Langan, clear eyes there because of his love. I must be loving and loved, and then separate. Empty sadness, in several world Web, still Rison. So, come back.

Twilight, the ancient city of beautiful let me subsidence.

The dove in the Plaza of the outage on a comfortable house, Golden Temple in the finest light such as God's smile. In the streets a shop filled with bronze, carefully selected by an expression fresh sources of copper horse and two carved a mosaic of copper Bowl, but on the amount sold. kg This is my city, a city of love. Night, except under the eaves, in the wind and crisp sound. Melodious runs through the city in the sky.

We live in a Guest House, Bhadgaon is at the top of the square, has a private garden room.

Standing on the balcony overlooking the night of the city, the lively but also quiet wilderness. My eyes always emerge it past lives, the city's appearance is not the same, just the city of man. Past lives of women, limbo nudging, in the early morning square edge, the distant drinking water wells, someone whisper her name, city, and the Sun in the morning, Stavropol, talking about the woman, two rotary round, coup. So many lives, many masters. In retrospect, are looking for.

— October 2, my birthday.

Dinner, POW-I set the Bard posts the best in the ancient city of birthday cake. I didn't tell him, I am more than a decade, no birthday cake. Even if, after a stable life.

A year ago to this day, still has a POW is in Tibet bayi town.

That night, the Moon is flawless.

Thank you my friend travel.

I never bring you happiness. But my heart loves you, but cannot say.

This time the trip is over.

PostScript

Is black and white.

Such a text cannot be touched by your heart.

The first such experience the pain of writing.

Time was not available, the heart, want to talk to you. So only the airport, on an airplane, in the taxi business, waiting for him at the conclusion of a second, business meal, table, coffee bar, bar, dinner at colleagues after chafing on the sofa, simply write a few words of gap, will write. Thus, the text, such as my wet messy messy hearts. I do not know how to recall, and transmission mechanism. Don't know how to talk, not far from you. All fragments of the text, be consistent, because have long stretches of mind. This hidden thoughts, some ideas, such as deep sea tides, momentarily I drown. This tide, is distinct, many lives, many masters, I cannot forget that love to read.

I would like to use text, mark.

Your permanent presence.

Shanghai of the night, the wind whistling through the body.

In the aircraft on the ramp, the lights shining Yuan. At that moment, I have a deep, deep, thinking of you.

The future is beyond measure, I can only turn the wannen, looking for you.

Look for you.