Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Lysine in bokhara bis

The Lake of Jia

After several times of the day, it might feel total Street has a man in the street, quietly watching my walk.

In a small Bookstore looked, bought some handmade notebook. Most are in English and Japanese versions of books, some pictures, not caused me to buy. Would also like to no longer spend a few days or a month's time, sitting in the garden veranda huaxiangniaoyu reading a book, this short time, the original will only be used to make a moment of contemplation, enough to read a book.

A shop, the owner is a tall man, he said that India's own doing business here, business is not very good, for inviting me to drink a cup of tea, distantly with some non-stem business, it seems everyone is reduced in the outside, only to be mutual concern regards.

It grew too late, by bike, cross the street, drifted away. Loop the Lake Village, between the mountains and rice fields. At the side of a tall corner, there is a restaurant, you can see Lake scenery on the rail. A plate of fried rice, a glass of fruit juice, sitting looking scenery. The wind blows too high, just sitting around seems to be a local weekend people get together, or friends, or family.

Obviously, I was passing, sat, sun shining blue of the Lake, the occasional fishing after, I think the Chinese ancients verses: spring and Jing, promosting, oneness, a PI waving; gull flying sets, jinlin swimming, shore Zhi Ting, luxuriant green.

But that was a long time ago in China, my hometown of Shen pond, and a performing mutual for spectacle, it is a lake in stagnant water. See the landscape and have to walk so far journey. Sunset, and my road does not seem to have an end, the distance seems to always have beautiful scenery awaits to explore.

Beside the village of the children in a tall old Banyan tree swing, sunset, next to the ancient Banyan is a village people to drink clear water flowing fountain, one after the person who takes responsibility for water.

Such a feeling of belonging to the remote mountain village, is a peach Yuen Lane life. I cannot help but remain stopped, a little girl to talk to me, to be here, she said she was very fond of China, United States and Japan. Speaking of her have a Chinese friends, but the man went away, never to give her a call or a letter. She called the puja, her eyes get lonely. A 14-year-old girl puja, said she and the Chinese boys stumble across. She generously invited me to her home. Her house Lake, mother beside a simple restaurant, she has a sister, a younger brother and an older brother, Grandma at home, the father of his wounded leg, live in the hospital.

Bird's nest, we bid farewell to the small, she has been sending me a far better, by the way to her mother's restaurant to make a helper, arranged to meet again tomorrow and also to their village, she said in her mother's shop waiting for me.

Back to the hotel, under a drizzle, go to the balcony to clean air in the morning, balcony empty spaces, only to find clothing disappeared, what we know, the original being workers took and washing.

But that is the clean clothes, then take longer to dry again. I'd like to thank the people a kindness, those angelic people, give you wash the clothes and no fees.

Boccara businessman

Swallows come back, my Lai in bokhara time ended, she wanted to buy something to take home.

We went to the shop owner claiming to be called the raja's shop, his shop openly used in text reads: genuine, young and old.

In the mountains, he gave me that he is not a boss, just the store manager. Swallow buy him some wooden thing, he's asking price high to outrageous, one thing will be 20-40 USD. Swallow did not accept, he called his boss about the price. His boss looks very ruthless black face, with flesh. Finally all swallow some selected to something, and that kind of talk, a boss and only gave us $ 40. Also a low price. Do not buy point yanzi said his things, and his heart will break. And so we walked, a shop called next to shops, we take a look at his store, he's shop strolling wrote: I love Kashmir, I saw that a good handsome half smile, it is often in my passing time, standing on the street side of the watch me! suddenly seeing even a bit similar to the raja. But the skin more white, sharper, more young handsome, into his store, eyes relative, don't know why we should all think that I'm sorry.

Talk days, I've just looked at the shop we ask raja's shop, has bought many things.

He looks into my eyes, flatly said he did not ask raja, his name is xx. Raja is my name. I'm surprised, he took out his card to me, is his name and his name: raja, he said that people often give people say he called raja, when he did a bad thing, to me. Many women to write to me, find me, but I never knew them. He took my name: raja. Gorged was alarmed, thinking that claim to be called raja on my eyes as I believe this is true of raja said. I said: today we are going to buy him, his boss looks fierce. Really raja said: it wasn't his boss, it's his brother, he is the boss in the shop. They often work together. Do not believe you have to ask him: his name is xx, his wife called xxx., he lie to all people. But his storefront also wrote: good Americans, young and old.

I watched a pair of quiet young eyes, think of this man, this is a bit shy person.

Fortunately we are not fooled, and so the xx to take us to another shop to selected scarf, I went to the shop, raja and the swallow is also called. Like that we can still buy his things? I believe that the real raja said, because his eyes were open. He's young and handsome, they are either opponent, but the raja is obviously a man of integrity. He is very smart and friendly and smart, a few simple ChineseAre standards, and tone. He says he's from India, Kashmir to parents where he do something there's manual wool products and scarf. Swallow pick a number of things that I have on one side to her about the price, has been picked to the middle of the night, sleepy tired to me. Finally, we get to raja Trafalgar Hotel address, to our things to do, because the next morning, we want to go to blue Bobigny.

Out of the Raja of shop, looking back with two lines of text: I love Kashmir.

This angelic Raja, just smile slightly at us. Remember what he said: my shop sell fit, no customers, there is no rebate, so he then lower profits, make money without his opponent? think even in such a beautiful place, there are so many dangerous plot, could not help but let people's health, the Navy defeated.

The next day, juto waiting for us, we proceed to checkout, juto some palpitating asked I swallow impression of him, I say with good.

This shop is such a good service, low price of services, we are satisfied. Before leaving, juto gave us a blue Bambini village the hotel name card, let's go there. Have a good impression on iceland, have any reason to suspect that rural hotel services?

Sitting on a bokhara to blue Bambini car, is the early morning.

We bought tickets are foreigners do bus, but sit is many people's ordinary car. I just sit still and swallow the last seat.

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