All the way to the snowy mountains accompany (3)

Wanted to quit, however, those memories, in the hot afternoon, lonesome, screaming with time dust blowing ….

The next morning to walk.

Excellent weather, sky blue, even of all clouds drifting away stains are visible.

Pony sister shouted: come on look, more beautiful clouds! like ...

All end ears to hear her emotions.

“……

Like cotton candy! "

Collapsed! wait half a day, so that without such deceit feeling!

However, the Sun and the wind comes through in the empty sky, cool air to make mouth involuntarily bring a smile.

Soon I came down to the last team.

Old gold comfort me, that is to slowly walk will not hurt your body.

He accompanied her to walk in the end it no problem.

But others old gold ox, the first day he was carrying their own packages and his numerous of SLR and tripod came up.

But my things are porters carrying.

Each time a break I slowly go ahead.

Cute little fish every time that I'll let her go, everybody laughed at, said they don't know who accompany who.

I like to walk through the Woods.

Slight ray of sunshine in the gentle betting in green on the tiny Halo, and those from the leaves of the sunlight under the leakage is sieve into a mottled shadow into open or secret shadow, was printed in the ground or deep or shallow circular.

The air is fragrant with the scent of the strongly fragrant, instant transfer.

Only when the current more than 3000 on bench is so long.

Never walk, already panted, great big mouth breathing, chest like to split.

The only consolation is that I persevered.

Through another Inn, we finally rest down the hillside.

Cheers, distant fish tail peak was sunset oblique light perfectly blocked out, just smile looking at us.

What is the altitude and elevation of 1000 meters.

The dining room is rising, warm cozy fireplace.

It is a lively, who didn't mind listening to what we eat asked Jiang, namely the one hand to hold on to Nepal meal, eat a few days off, only the Barker think delicious.

Wait until things end up, only to find that is similar to instant noodle noodles, looks very tempting very tempting.

I and small fish immediately disregard the jaw totally angrily at the side of the River.

Grab the food very tasty.

After a glass of beer in hand, Nepal-runs yehua enough to cleanse the fatigue.

Few people in the dust, the Secretary of State as a drunk Yen Tuo.

The third day at five o'clock in the morning, we got ready to go to see the sunrise.

Dark Hill Road, we as guerrilla-like drop out.

It is up the Hill, desperate.

Legs were Al are up, the process is always so painful.

Finally came to Taiwan, locates in almost all met travelers are in.

Long throw up a list of small hills of feeling is so wonderful.

In fact, is able to see the sunshine is Chinshan, cared.

Importantly, I finally came up, I arrived.

When the Sun rose, the joy filled heart.

Just want to age old static, slowly.

Just this day my status is not very good.

Fortunately, we are on the way down the mountain.

There is a mountain rocks of ripple, glittering and translucent, no temperature does not fire for flowed away, let the person Al does not open.

Teammates old Golden legs hurt, State seems to be not very good.

Go to finally, sometimes the brain a blank, just in the machinery of uphill downhill.

Only three Nepal tour guide quick like a monkey, when they know that our little fish MM's name, they teach us a Nepal game: Macha macha bigguda.

"Ma-Ma wipe wipes guda" are they small play a finger games, read the "wipe" horse horses wipe your index finger, then suddenly flickers "bad guda" into the thumb, index finger caught each other win.

So our little fish MM into small Ma celluloid.

Everyone is Martha celluloid, the celluloid, even we call her solemn old gold are unconscious of mumbling "Ma BA MA wipe wipes guda". Finally even to Chitwan players are known to have a girl name called Martha celluloid. ^_^

So three Nepal lad springtime of the often deep with small Ma going big bat whispers mianmian sing: "OH, my darling Macha ~ ~ ~ ~", you will learn to use lame faint praise: small Ma celluloid guitar club Martha celluloid.

So often see Martha celluloid wanted, and then return with Chinese grinning: Martha celluloid your heads, you helped a million pieces.

These little fun easing the pain of walking.

Finally, when the Moon rises, we find the accommodation of the Inn.

I've been to the State of the-out force, had to go to the room to rest.

But how can you break down here so much almost all the rest of the Inn are Chinese, Shanghai has a outdoor groups had a hundred people walking, Cheers, slapstick, Emporium.

When you hear the downstairs restaurant came the sounds of cheers, I couldn't get up, go join the party.

And the companions of interesting exchanges when walking, a glass of beer in hand, my State miraculous recovery.

Life satisfaction, make the Golden censer xujinhuan air-to-month.

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, the hillside

Inn lodge in a cold beer ... We will not be able to remember the travel itself.

Fourth day in a very different view.

In the morning, we woke up this morning, Rockey and his little sister, mutually agreed to return again.

Last day of the trip is relatively easy.

Walking in the mountain, the white haze streaked with subtle hair distance Dashan's waist, long and dance.

Far and near a thousand hectares of terraces again shrouded in mist, Sun under the refraction of dripping of flowing like lines, although the number of fields not winter greenery, but the blue sky, snowy mountain stood still attract our lens, so that we do not want to leave.

There are also children bright smile.

There are also trade caravans Jingle Bell, hoofs.

All of it, so beautiful.

Inn a tame dogs to escort us so far.

Then how to tear, to say goodbye, goodbye stranger in charming scenery.

Even if the time and then turns the fashionista who hurry, we still use text, images, memory, all deeply hidden in our little corner of the mind.

Over and over again, getting on for years until the time is forgotten.

Our Nepal.

Finish

(Sunrise) photographer: Jin Lei

(Photographer: Jin Lei)

(Pastoral photographer: Jin Lei)

(Terrace photographer: Jin Lei)