Ngawa Tibetan And Qiang Autonomous Prefecture, Day 9: Langmusi To Barkam, Transit In Zoigê

I didn’t know that I saw the Hui mosque the day I arrived in Langmusi. It was on the right side of the monastery near the bus stop and on the way to the hill that I trekked in that evening. I found out when I saw the photos I took that day.

Before getting on the bus back to Zoige (Ruoergai), I went inside the mosque but all doors were closed. I was at the Ruoergai station before 8:30AM but the tickets wrote that the bus to Xiaojin started at 12:10PM.

This place must be the highest place I’ve been to in this trip. It was cold today, too. I followed the Hanoian teacher girl to buy some flat peaches. They tasted just like other peaches I’d eaten before. But at least I tried.

After having potatoes and beef rice for lunch, I found a cat playing with my backpack hit belt.

After 1 hour, we were stuck again in a traffic jam for 1 and a half hours. First time I got to use my paper fan. 10 years later, Sichuan traffic jams were much more orderly and polite.

It was so hard to ask for the direction to Mt. Siguniang here because the station was closed when we arrived in Barkam aka Maerkang at 7:30PM. The bus driver told me there’d be one early tomorrow morning.

Then I leaded my team to find a hotel. I saw one looking kinda luxury next to the bus station. I realized that Chinese people used a face recognition machine to check in to the hotels here. After waiting for a while, I got the boot because I was a foreigner. I got the same result from one or two places nearby.

After wheeling my suitcase faster to the downtown worrying it would be dark soon, I saw another luxury hotel after crossing a small bridge. Luckily, they accepted 4 foreigners in 1 room. But the receptionist took so long to register me that I had to tell her I’d come back to get my passport after dinner.

The room was the most well-equipped I’d ever seen in Sichuan, and the bathroom looked extravagant too.

Later, when I was out seeking a place for dinner at 9:00 PM, I realized that this town was almost empty. It was hard to find a noodles restaurant that was open. Didn’t know why the chef kept laughing while talking to me. He didn’t believe I wasn’t Chinese until I showed him my passport. However, he cooked delicious noodles.

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Ngawa Tibetan And Qiang Autonomous Prefecture, Day 8: Langmusi And Tibetan Sky Burial Site

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Langmusi was very dusty even in the early morning because janitors in their full workwear with masks and long gloves sweeping everywhere. I could only see their eyes and their beautiful feather brooms.

I started for what I thought the Sichuan side of the town, but couldn’t find the Hui mosque. Then I bought the entrance ticket for Sertri Gompa aka Dacanglangmu Saichisi.

Luckily, because I didn’t know the direction well enough, I guessed I should do what others do. Turned out I was at the northern side (Gansu side). I sought for the sky burial site after my companions split up to explore the surroundings by themselves. I saw people walking to the hill side, so I followed them. After a while, I stopped near a school and some Chinese women spoke to me. I could barely answer them, but they thought I spoke Chinese so well. However, I barely understood what they said because they used some local dialect. From their outfits, I thought they must be tourists from the countryside.

Surprisingly, I met the best English speaking person of China on the hill here where she happily told me I needed to walk up the way she went down to reach the Tibetan sky burial site. She also added that there were big birds and almost no people at the site now. Then I continued and saw only yaks. I was surprised again when I saw cars driving up to the burial site. Seemed like those people came from a different road and didn’t see the monastery. I walked around the site for a while, took some photos and videos.

At the farthest point of the journey above 3,500m was a plot of land surrounded by Tibetan flags where I saw many huge axes on the ground and vultures waiting on the mountainside. At first, the vultures seemed to merge into the background which I thought stones. When I looked carefully again, they made me startled and frozen for a while. Then I quickly calmed down as the vultures were very quiet despite their enormous appearance. I also saw many fragments of human bones and even a bloody tooth nearby. I didn’t wanna see straight into the bloody stuff. However, in the daylight, I wasn’t scared, I felt a bit lucky I found a sacred place like this.

I’ve never seen such a busy town like Langmusi in this Aba Prefecture. Though it seemed like a favorite tourist spot, it still attracted my attention. After getting down the hill, my team joined me, and we went to a crowded restaurant for lunch. The wonton soup was good, but I still preferred the dry wonton in Zoigê.

After taking a nap in the hotel, we went to the monastery nearby. I thought this Kirti Gompa aka Dacanglamu Ge’erdisi (on the southern/Sichuan side) was more beautiful, but it was just one big temple. People outside it looked more like camping to me because they were like just sitting there or finding a good spot to take some pictures. I walked towards to canyon, and my temple visit suddenly turned into a trek. Maybe I lacked info of the Namo Gorge before I actually saw it.

Wading through the stream, some horse keepers talked to me. They tried to get me on a horse trekking but I told them I was afraid of horses. (Actually I didn’t like riding on animals). He told me the valley would lead to a meadow. Two companions found me while I was slowing down so I decided to go back. The meadow was a little disappointed because the scene was nothing unique at this time of the year.

When I returned I met a Canadian guy whose face was redder than the Tibetans and a short-haired British girl who looked like a nun. He said my hat was from Canada, but I told him it was more Russian. He told me that he went to Vietnam, and actually the two of them were hitchhiking together after meeting in Hanoi. Lucy said the luggage was too heavy. Watching her carrying her backpack made me feel tired too.

I tried yak yogurt because a companion told me it tasted like Greek yogurt. But I smelled like the cow itself in this yogurt at the first taste. Nothing delicious about it.

Before dinner, I bought a panda faced craft item as a gift for my friend. After another fried rice meal, I decided to buy some Tibetan beef jerky for my sis. I really liked the packaging. Finally, I called it a day after 20,000+ steps.
Khu Tự Trị Dân Tộc Tạng-Khương A Bá, Ngày 8: Lang Mộc Tự Và Đài Thiên Táng Của Người Tạng
Lang Mộc Tự rất bụi ngay cả vào sáng sớm vì những người lao công trong trang phục bảo hộ lao động đầy đủ với khẩu trang và găng tay dài quét khắp nơi. Mình chỉ có thể nhìn thấy đôi mắt của họ và những chiếc chổi lông tuyệt đẹp.

Mình bắt đầu đi về phía mình nghĩ là phía Tứ Xuyên, nhưng không tìm thấy nhà thờ Hồi giáo nào cả. Sau đó, mình mua vé vào cổng Tái Xích Tự (tiếng Anh là Sertri Gompa, phiên âm đầy đủ là Dacanglangmu Saichisi).

May mắn thay, vì mình không biết rõ phương hướng, mình đoán mình nên làm theo những gì người khác làm. Hóa ra mình đang ở phía bắc (phía Cam Túc). Mình tìm kiếm đài thiên táng sau khi các bạn đồng hành chia nhau ra tự đi khám phá xung quanh. Mình nhìn thấy mọi người đi bộ đến sườn đồi, vì vậy mình đi theo họ. Sau một lúc, mình dừng lại gần một trường học và vài phụ nữ Trung Quốc bắt chuyện với mình. Mình hầu như không thể trả lời họ, nhưng họ nghĩ mình nói tiếng Trung quá tốt. Tuy nhiên, mình hầu như không hiểu họ nói gì vì họ sử dụng giọng địa phương. Từ trang phục của họ, mình nghĩ họ chắc là khách du lịch từ nông thôn.

Thật ngạc nhiên, mình đã gặp một người nói tiếng Anh giỏi nhất Trung Quốc trên ngọn đồi ở đây. Bạn gái ấy vui vẻ nói với mình rằng mình cần phải đi bộ theo con đường mà bạn ấy đã đi xuống để đến được đài thiên táng của người Tạng. Bạn ấy cũng nói thêm rằng có những con chim lớn và hầu như không có ai ở đó. Sau đó mình tiếp tục đi và chỉ thấy những con bò Tây Tạng. Mình lại ngạc nhiên lần nữa khi thấy xe ô tô chạy lên đài thiên táng. Có vẻ như những người đó đến từ một con đường khác và không tham quan tu viện. Mình dạo quanh đài thiên táng một lúc, chụp một số ảnh và quay video.

Ở điểm xa nhất của cuộc hành trình trên độ cao 3.500m là một khu đất được bao quanh bởi những lá cờ Tạng, nơi mình nhìn thấy nhiều chiếc rìu lớn trên mặt đất và những con kền kền đang chờ sẵn trên sườn núi. Lúc đầu, những con kền kền dường như hòa vào cảnh nền phía sau mà mình nghĩ là đá. Khi mình nhìn kỹ lại, chúng khiến mình giật mình và đơ ra một lúc. Sau đó, mình nhanh chóng bình tĩnh lại vì những con kền kền rất yên lặng mặc dù chúng có ngoại hình to lớn. Mình cũng nhìn thấy nhiều mảnh xương người và thậm chí cả một chiếc răng dính máu gần đó. Mình không muốn nhìn thẳng vào những thứ đẫm máu. Tuy nhiên, trong ánh sáng ban ngày, mình không sợ hãi, mình cảm thấy một chút may mắn khi tìm thấy một nơi linh thiêng như thế này.

Mình chưa bao giờ thấy một thị trấn sầm uất như Lang Mộc Tự ở châu tự trị A Bá này. Mặc dù nó có vẻ là một địa điểm du lịch nổi tiếng, nhưng nó vẫn thu hút sự chú ý của mình. Sau khi xuống đồi, nhóm của mình tập hợp và chúng mình cùng đi đến một nhà hàng đông đúc để ăn trưa. Súp hoành thánh ngon, nhưng mình vẫn thích hoành thánh khô ở Nhược Nhĩ Cái hơn.

Sau khi chợp mắt trong khách sạn, chúng mình đến tu viện gần đó. Mình nghĩ Cách Nhĩ Để Tự (tiếng Anh là Kirti Gompa, phiên âm đầy đủ là Dacanglamu Ge’erdisi) ở phía nam/phía Tứ Xuyên đẹp hơn, nhưng nó chỉ là một ngôi đền lớn. Những người bên ngoài trông giống như đang đi cắm trại hơn vì họ chỉ thích ngồi đó hoặc tìm một vị trí tốt để chụp một vài bức ảnh. Mình đi về phía hẻm núi, và chuyến viếng thăm đền của mình đột nhiên biến thành một chuyến trekking. Có lẽ mình đã thiếu thông tin về Hẻm núi Namo trước khi mình thực sự nhìn thấy nó.

Đang lội suối, mấy người giữ ngựa bắt chuyện với mình. Họ cố gắng dụ mình đi tham quan bằng ngựa nhưng mình nói với họ rằng mình sợ ngựa. (Thực ra mình không thích cưỡi con gì cả). Một người nói với mình thung lũng sẽ dẫn đến một thảo nguyên. Hai người bạn đồng hành đã tìm thấy mình trong khi mình đang giảm tốc độ nên mình quyết định quay trở về. Thảo nguyên hơi thất vọng vì khung cảnh không có gì đặc sắc vào thời điểm này trong năm.

Khi trở về, mình gặp một anh chàng người Canada có khuôn mặt đỏ hơn người Tạng và một cô gái người Anh tóc ngắn trông như một nữ tu sĩ. Bạn trai này nói mũ của mình xuất xứ từ Canada, nhưng mình nói với anh ấy là mũ của Nga. Bạn ấy nói với mình rằng đã đến Việt Nam, và thực ra hai người họ đã cùng đi du lịch kiểu quá giang với nhau sau khi gặp nhau ở Hà Nội. Lucy nói hành lý quá nặng. Nhìn bạn ấy xách ba lô cũng khiến mình thấy mệt mỏi.

Mình đã thử sữa chua yak vì một người bạn đồng hành nói với mình rằng nó có vị giống như sữa chua Hy Lạp. Nhưng mình đã ngửi thấy mùi giống như vị bò trong sữa chua này ngay lần nếm đầu tiên. Không ngon gì cả.

Trước bữa tối, mình mua một món đồ thủ công có khuôn mặt gấu trúc để làm quà cho bạn mình. Sau một bữa cơm chiên khác, mình quyết định mua một ít thịt bò khô Tây Tạng tặng chị. Mình thực sự thích bao bì của nó. Cuối cùng, mình kết thúc ngày với hơn 20.000 bước chân.

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Ngawa Tibetan And Qiang Autonomous Prefecture, Day 7: Zoigê To Langmusi

Really, Langmusi (Taktsang Lhamo according to Tibetans) was out of my initial plan. This was somewhere unplanned. Its name wasn’t in my last plan sheet in May. It was somehow a last minute decision. It turned out to be the best place of the journey.

As we all stayed in one room with 2 beds, I woke up quite early in the morning. Unluckily, the rain from yesterday evening has not stopped yet, hence my plan to trek a nearby hill was ruined. A bit later, I decided to go out with my umbrella and found a boiled corn for breakfast. However, the corn was so hard that I couldn’t finish it while it was still hot.

While we were roaming around Zoigê, a driver found me opposite the bus station and stopped for a chat. I was intending to ask for some direction. He told me that there was no direct bus from Langmusi to Mt. Siguniang and that I had to get back to here in Ruoergai first then go to Maerkang (Barkam). He offered 120 yuan per person for the trip to Barkam. I took his name card, but I didn’t think I’d hire a private car.

I met a cute Tibetan kid with his mother (?) on the street where he grabbed my hand and shook it gently which warmed my heart. It turned out that he was begging for money. Then I remembered having met many adult Tibetan beggars in Sichuan 10 years ago.

I finally had the best meal of this trip so far. I picked one of many restaurants opposite the bus station. The wonton was so good, and it tasted even better with the delicious dipping sauce.

The bus to Langmusi was the same with the one we took to the Flower Lake yesterday. However, we were stuck in an hour long traffic. Was it because today was Saturday? The bus driver who was informative yesterday also told me to get back to Zoigê with his bus if I wanted to go to Mt. Siguniang the day after tomorrow.

The bus passed some small streets on the way to the Langmusi bus station. Then it stopped at a small parking lot in front of a big gate. I guess this was one of the 2 famous monasteries of Langmusi as I saw a ticket collector.

When I checked in and put down my luggage, I went down to the hall to realize that there was some misunderstanding with the hotel owner and his father who took us inside. I had to bargain for the two rooms again. This must be the tallest building around here. I had to climb to the 3rd or 4th floor. The rooftop where we found to hang clothes was still 2 floors up.

It was around 6:30 pm and the two Hanoian girls didn’t wanna go see the nearby monastery yet. So I decided to hike the hill nearby. It didn’t look far and the day was still young. Luckily, the Dien Bien girl accompanied me at last even though she was afraid we couldn’t be back before it was dark.

This was my bravest experience of the trip, I finished climbing the hill passing old and damaged wooden stairs in a gloomy afternoon. On the way, I also had to passed a tree bridge with no handrails. It would be threatening to me if I did it alone.

The 2 of us got back to the hotel around 8 pm and I still saw the hill vividly from my hotel room. I tried to reheat the corn in the boiling water for dinner, but it was still too hard to eat.

The Hanoian teacher girl told me she counted the money and thought that we spent half of the budget. I startled at first, then realized that it was half of the journey already. For the rest, I didn’t think it would cost more than what we had already spent.

Check out my Instagram story of this day:

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Ngawa Tibetan And Qiang Autonomous Prefecture, Day 6: Songpan To Zoigê Grassland

After one third of the journey, I discovered that I was able to buy a ticket, make a reservation, ask for directions, order food, etc. with my improving Chinese.

Though the bus departed at 10:00AM, it reached Zoigê Grassland aka Ruoergai Marsh at 12:30PM. As I was at a higher place than Songpan, I saw no trees, only grass, goats, yaks, and tents which reminded me of Tagong Grassland in the Garzê Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture.

I thought I would be here at 2PM. Luckily, I had enough time to find out the bus to Langmusi at 2:30PM also passed Huahu/Flower Lake. So I bought the ticket for 21 yuans (26 and we could go to Langmusi).

A woman took us to their hotel. 4 of us shared the 2 bedrooms in a room. I didn’t feel at ease but I hope I could sleep tonight.

I then found a big restaurant where many people was having lunch. I decided for a bowl of beef noodles. Hmmm, too much noodles and too little beef. Too salty as well.

We strolled around the bus station as we waited for the bus. Zoigê had something that reminded me of Kangding, maybe because it wasn’t as dull as I had thought. It had so many uptown-like stores. Maybe I was the first Vietnamese to have been to this town.

It took us 45 mins on the bus to be at the so-called Ruoergai Wetland National Nature Reserve. Because it was rather late, I was worried of the bus going back, I asked some travelers to find out how much time needed for this place. It took me 2 hours instead of 1 like they said.

It was so cold and windy here (8-9 degrees celsius) despite sunshine, with not many flowers to see. If I were here in late July (as my initial plan), flowers would be in full bloom. However, I’d never seen so many gesanghua in the wild like in here.

When I was walking and waiting at the gate, I found out there was no bus back to Ruoergai. The taxi driver from Langmusi didn’t accept the bus fare. We went back to Ruoergai with 100 yuans (25 each). From what the driver said, I guessed Langmusi was not so far away.

Finally, I had a normal rice meal with eggs and tomato soup which cost me only 5 yuans in a Ruoergai restaurant.

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Ngawa Tibetan And Qiang Autonomous Prefecture, Day 5: Huanglong

Because it was raining when we started for Huanglong, we decided to take the cable car to halfway. On the way to the top, I saw some precautions of health and oxygen, but didn’t experience any breathing problem if I walked slowly enough.

The view from the top lake was astonishing. If Mounigou was all lakes with crystal clear water, Huanglong had an incredible calcified scenery.

Finally, I did record some videos when the driver passed through the mountain tunnels.

I thought I was a picky girl over food, but turned out I could have anything that was convenient. There was nothing better than a beer over some barbecued food for a rainy evening. And those barbecue restaurants were near, too. Luckily, the Dien Bien girl finally agreed to go with me tonight. And she was kind enough to treat me.

From WeChat, I learned that the driver didn’t really go to Huanglong even though he was born here. I told him it was beautiful and he should go there in autumn.

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Ngawa Tibetan And Qiang Autonomous Prefecture, Day 4: Mounigou

I didn’t have a good night sleep with people coming in and going out. Why did they have to make so much noise at night? I envied the other 2 Hanoian girls having their own room yesterday because there weren’t enough beds in the dorm rooms. And I found out the Dien Bien girl also had to work again early in the morning. What a nuisance having to work so hard on her vacation!

First I only intended to buy some tea, then I found myself buying some baozi for breakfast, too.

The driver took us to Mounigou Valley. The 2 Brits surprised me when they said they were students. They looked older. However, what I meant to say was they paid cheaper for the tickets here. We went to the Zhaga Waterfall for starters. My legs were so numb I didn’t climb all the stairs, just waited for them to go outside later. Turned out they took longer than I thought.

Before reaching the second place, the driver took us to a stop at a secluded monastery called Tara around 10:40AM. I walked inside with the driver and 2 Brits then walked around outside a bit. The driver seemed to be friendly with the monks here.

At 11:30 he drove us to the Erdaohai Scenic Area. There were more tourists here. Thank God the walkway was not as steep as the waterfall. I stopped after getting through the gate to have the leftover baozi for lunch.

The more I went inside, the more beautiful this place was. So many crystal clear lakes. I thought this place should have been more beautiful than Jiuzhaigou which were somehow ruined by the earthquake in 2017. But I wouldn’t know, as Jiuzhaigou was still closed at the moment.

At 2:30PM, I reached the top calcium lake because I saw people resting their feet inside. It wasn’t hot as I thought, but it turned out cold instead. When we walked out, it was just 3PM. In the morning, I helped the Brits tell the driver to come back late, but it turned out this place was not as big as Huanglong they’d seen yesterday.

I finally had to wash my clothes after 4 days in China. Because I couldn’t take a nap, I decided to buy tickets for Zoigê (Ruoergai) the day after tomorrow.

The four of us drank some beer in the garden. I then listened to my music on the phone, from Chinese to English to Vietnamese songs. Later, an old man with a guitar joined the fun with his singing Chengdu and some old Chinese songs I hadn’t known of, except for “Dang Ni Lao Le”.

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Ngawa Tibetan And Qiang Autonomous Prefecture, Day 3: Chengdu To Songpan

I woke up early at around 4AM to be present at the nearest metro early. Turned out I was a lil bit early because I was there at 5:50AM just to find out that the metro would only be open at 6:06.

I took more than half an hour to reach the Chadianzi Bus Station (line 2 of the Chengdu Metro) at 6:45. My destination of Songpan didn’t appear in the ticket machines, then I had to ask for help from the help desk. She wrote something on the paper so that I could buy tickets at the counter.

7 hours on the bus without any traffic delay, I was at Songpan around 3PM. Earlier than I thought. As we descended from the bus, a lot of drivers asked to take us to a nearby hostel, or to Huanglong or Mounigou. But I decided that I should spend the rest of the afternoon strolling the Songzhou Ancient City nearby first.

As I booked the Youranju Hostel while on the bus, the hostel owner thought I was Thai. (Maybe it was because I used a Thai sim card for roaming here). I arranged with her for the 4 of us to visit Mounigou tomorrow in a rented car with other 2 British travelers living in the same hostel. This place had a nice garden with blossom flowers, flag decoration, and some maps on the wall. Especially, some tables and chairs outside were really inviting people to sit down and enjoy the atmosphere.

As we were all hungry, we decided to have a late lunch at the hostel restaurant beside.

When we headed for the ancient wall, the main gate was closed for renovation(?!) so we took a longer way around the wall. Some of the wall look rusty and a bit scary. Along the way, there was even a close gate which made us turned around. Too much walking until we went inside and saw some touristy shopping streets near the Songpan Bridge. It must have been the busiest place of this town. But there weren’t many travelers around here. (In fact, from the hostel, I saw more people leaving than coming).

Inside the ancient city was a big playground. Here I saw the largest crowd of people square dancing at the same time in my life. 3 of my companions joined them in some parts. Next to it was some kids playing basketballs and other sport activities. Maybe you could learn why middle-aged and old women liked plaza dancing so much in my video below:

On the way back, I saw sunset around 8PM. When it got dark, it got colder, too. My body was too tired that I took a Tibetan massage at a place next to the hostel with a price of 78 yuans for 1 hour, much cheaper than I thought. To my surprise, the girl didn’t apply any oil in my skin. There was no hot stone, either. In fact, she didn’t even ask me to take my clothes off. She massaged kind of every millimeter of my skin and comforted me to relax when she knew I was hurt. I hoped I’d feel better tomorrow.

15 degrees celsius outside and in order to sleep, I had to put on my hat with ear flaps, 2 layers of shirts, 2 layers of blankets and even had to turn on the electric mattress.

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Ngawa Tibetan And Qiang Autonomous Prefecture, Day 2: Dujiangyan And Mt. Qingcheng

We woke quite early this morning, then waited for the tour bus. But then a small van took us to another place where it started raining.

The Chinese guy didn’t speak English so it was hard to understand about the Dujiangyan and Mt. Qingcheng history. And he tried to get more money from us. Turned out we had to pay more, and much more than the hotelier told us. I sent WeChat messages and they replied way too late. Bad service. Felt like we were cheated. Luckily, a Suzhou student girl who spoke some English tried to help me from time to time. 70 CNY more than expected (170 CNY instead of 100) made our trip too expensive.

To make it worse, it didn’t seem to stop raining, even after we finished visiting Dujiangyan and sat for the lunch. The square lunch was worth the money somehow.

Somewhere on the hike to Mt. Qingcheng top, I saw billboards with the temperature and humidity (22-23.5 degrees celcius, 99.9%). I was a bit tired, but I found that Chinese people were really good at hiking. They almost wasted no time and breath.

At least we could have some short break with the cable car of Mount Qingcheng and Dujiangyan. I liked recording videos while on a cable car. Check it out:

I also tried in vain to ask for the coach stop to Huanglong and Jiuzhaigou, as the pretty girl as well as her handsome boyfriend seemed to have limited knowledge of Sichuan while the tour guide kept on thinking there was no way to go alone there. How about local people going back to their hometowns? They had no clue or didn’t wanna share with me.

So, after the tour stopped at Chengdu, I’d like to go and see if I could buy the tickets at the Chadianzi station first. But I was lost from some metro as usual, and had no clue of the map. After walking for a while, I decided to take a bus. We reached the station a lil bit later than 7:30pm. But I finally know how to get back here early tomorrow by metro.

Back to our hostel metro, I decided to skip dinner and opted for a milk tea instead.

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Ngawa Tibetan And Qiang Autonomous Prefecture, Day 1: Saigon To Chengdu, Transit In Hanoi

So I woke up early this morning to board the plane to Hanoi, in order to meet up with my 3 companions that I found online through a Facebook travel group.

I might have got out of bed the wrong side, because I had a problem from the start. The VNA ground staff was very slow. She checked my Chinese visa and thought out loud that it was invalid. I had to tell her if she didn’t know how to check then someone from their international staff in Hanoi should know how to do it. Even if I couldn’t go to China, I was still entitled to fly to and fro Hanoi, right? To make it worse, my luggage handle was stuck in operation.

I met the 3 girls at Noi Bai airport. They seemed to be friendly at first though the girl from Dien Bien Province seemed to have impaired hearing. Yet she could travel by herself to so many places. What an independent girl! I really liked her spirit.

We reached Chengdu on time (or earlier than expected?), but I had some problem with the checkin machine, and even though I finished on the machine, I still had to scan the 4 fingerprints again at the counter. Finally, after 10 years, I fulfilled my wish to return to Chengdu.

The metro was outside the airport. I found how to buy the ticket after a while. But when we reached the Flipflop Hostel, the Hanoi teacher girl had a booking problem. She must have cancelled the wrong date.

As there was too much trouble today, I decided to go to Dujiangyan tomorrow with the hotel tour group instead. I asked for a discount, but they just gave me a stuffed panda, and others some small panda things.

In the evening, I went to see the Anshun Bridge aka Dongmen Bridge (famous for its light at night) and passed by the Bar Street. Someone in a small pub by the street played a new song of Gao Jin, Xia Xue Ha Er Bin, which I liked a lot.

After completely lost to find Tangba Street (in TimeOut’s The coolest neighborhoods to visit in 2019) even with some help from other Chinese visitors in the area, we decided to have noodles at some vendor on the way back. Near the hostel, I bought some yellow cherries at a fruits store as I’d never eaten them before. It tasted like red cherries though.

Before going to sleep, I bought some bread for breakfast at a Hong Qi Guan store as I’d depart early tomorrow.

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Hunan – Hubei, Day 6: Wuhan And Flying Home

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This was the last day of my trip. I visited three sites of Wuhan called Yellow Crane Tower (which was made famous by poetry), Hubei Provincial Museum, and East Lake.

Two hours at Yellow Crane Tower seemed like a waste of time. I’d prefer more time at Wulingyuan or Fenghuang Old Town.

I liked the visit to the museum which made me understand more about the Chinese culture. Though I saw so many Chinese students around the beverage vending machines than in the showrooms.

After that, I had a chance to go around East Lake. Unlike Jingzhou, the minibus took all of us around the lake for 30 mins. As I thought out loud that the driver was handsome, my tour group kept joking about me and him. Though he was 9 years younger, he said I looked like 27 haha. We talked a bit. He asked if I was a Malaysian (?) And after a stop, when I switched to the seat next to him, he nicely started a small conversation with me. He asked which city I was from and if it was near the beach. Ashin said that 521 was better than 520. I couldn’t agree more.

After 3 flights with China Southern Airlines this time, I somehow felt that their service was worse than 10 years ago. We had to wait for a while on board and they didn’t give us any water to drink. I even had a meal before the plane departed 10 years ago.

After midnight, I’d be home safe and sound.
Hồ Nam – Hồ Bắc, Ngày 6: Vũ Hán Và Trở Về Nhà
Đây là ngày cuối cùng trong chuyến đi của mình. Mình đã đến thăm ba địa điểm của Vũ Hán có tên là Hoàng Hạc Lâu (đã được làm nổi tiếng bằng thơ ca), Bảo tàng tỉnh Hồ Bắc và Hồ Đông.

Hai tiếng đồng hồ ở Hoàng Hạc Lâu dường như chỉ lãng phí thời gian. Mình muốn có nhiều thời gian hơn ở Vũ Lăng Nguyên hoặc Phượng Hoàng Cổ Trấn.

Mình thích chuyến thăm bảo tàng, nơi làm cho mình hiểu thêm về văn hóa Trung Quốc. Mặc dù mình thấy nhiều sinh viên Trung Quốc xung quanh các máy bán đồ uống tự động hơn là trong các phòng trưng bày.

Sau đó, mình có cơ hội đi một vòng Hồ Đông. Không giống như Kinh Châu, chiếc xe buýt nhỏ đã đưa mọi người đi quanh hồ trong 30 phút. Khi mình buột miệng rằng người lái xe đẹp trai, nhóm du lịch của mình liên tục nói đùa về mình và em ấy. Dù nhỏ hơn 9 tuổi nhưng em ấy nói mình trông như 27 haha. Chúng mình nói chuyện một chút. Em ấy hỏi mình có phải là người Malaysia không (?) Và sau khi dừng lại một chút, khi mình chuyển sang chỗ ngồi bên cạnh em ấy, em ấy cũng tử tế đãbắt đầu trò chuyện với mình một chút. Em ấy hỏi mình đến từ thành phố nào và có gần biển không. A Tín nói rằng 521 tốt hơn 520. Mình quá mức tán thành ấy chứ.

Sau 3 chuyến bay với Hàng không Nam Phương Trung Quốc lần này, mình phần nào cảm thấy dịch vụ của họ kém hơn 10 năm trước. Cả đoàn phải đợi một lúc trên máy bay và họ không cho uống nước. Mình thậm chí đã được ăn một bữa trước khi máy bay khởi hành 10 năm trước.

Sau nửa đêm, mình sẽ về nhà an toàn và bình yên.

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