Bike Crossing in Siberia-Outer Baikal Territory (3)

I planned to spend a day in Chita, but I was still in a bad mood yesterday. If I don't leave the city, I will go to the grassland in the west.

? Chita is the capital of Outer Baikal Territory and the second big city I experienced along the way. The story is very big, but it is actually very small. It is the first stop for Manchuria to enter Russia and the throat of the Far East. My next stop is Lake Baikal, about 900 kilometers away. I bid farewell to the proprietress of the hotel and set foot on an unknown journey at 6: 30 in the morning.

? The weather in the morning is not very good. Thick clouds covered everything under the blue sky. It is best to bid farewell to the long mountain road for a while. Today, I don't need to climb the mountain and cross the sparsely populated Stanov Mountain. I will meet more and more villages and towns, and after a day's rest, my limbs will be exhausted. According to the index of the map, I successfully left Chita, a city I don't miss.

? Time is not too slow. In my slight melancholy and dream, I suddenly found that the SUV behind me was China's. I got excited at once. I didn't want to talk for nearly half a month, and I was really panicked. I stopped at the side of the road and jumped and shouted, "I'm from China, too." Unfortunately, the traffic continued and the speed remained the same. They also looked at me strangely like monkeys, and there was an Anhui. I am really a monkey. I can't believe they didn't hear me. The only comfort is why others will stop for me. It also reminds me of the long journey in China. Occasionally I meet someone who gives me the middle finger. I never laugh it off or scold each other's cars. But when I see China people here, I will be excited to see my relatives in another country, so I must speed up and catch up with them.

It turns out that bicycles don't run as fast as SUVs. They still disappear at the end of the road I can't see. It is false to say that there is no loss, but the loss doesn't change anything. I must continue riding. After all, the grassland in front of us is easy to forget these irrelevant episodes. The clouds began to disperse, revealing a little blue sky. I easily read that "silence is a farewell flute, and even summer insects are silent for me." What I don't go to is the rivers and mountains that I have passed but can't turn back. It is my beautiful and painful youth. It's not just summer insects that are silent, but also the wind in the south, the clouds in the north, the stars and forests at night. You wake up in the distance.

? Re-stepping on p258 Highway When I passed a village, several trucks were flying all over the sky with dust. I met a grassland under a bigger blue sky. The gravel on the expressway makes it difficult to walk, and the mask is tightly covered. Occasionally, a driver honks his horn to extend his sincere greetings to me. My reward is to wave. We hobbled along at the end of the highway, and the car on foot was one of the few pleasures in my eyes. Many times I will take the initiative to wave and listen.

Ulety is a very beautiful village, about 80 kilometers away from Chita. It is located at the foot of the mountain, facing a meadow. The color of the house is like a long-lost friend, dotted with a road where I am not alone. I look at the cows and horses, and I have to learn a word or two about their calls. On one side of the road, several families are selling potatoes or blueberries. They looked at me curiously, but they didn't speak. I'm also looking back as I drift away. With a smile on their faces, I believe they can feel my happiness. Although I am also an obscure and tireless pony, I can't help looking back after leaving this village.

? Bad luck, probably because the back wheel plunged into pebbles when the road was bad. Soon after I set foot on the beautiful road, I felt more and more laborious. I parked my car on the side of the road and found that the rear tire was almost flat. The first puncture since Russia was today. I spent half an hour mending a tire and washing my face in a roadside stream. Cold water trickled down my arm. There are some weeds in the river, so I lit a cigarette.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, according to the guide on the map, I found the lake 40 kilometers ahead by the roadside. I'm not going to stay in a hotel, and there's no town to pass by on the road. I plan to pitch a tent by the lake. After all, it's already blue, and I won't give up a rain that I don't love.

? Grassland roads are flat and straight. I passed a small lake with unspeakable joy and disappointment. It's still early, but I'm still going to rush to the big lake on the map. Occasionally, there are wooden electric piles on one side of the road across this small lake, which shows that this is not a beautiful wasteland that no one has ever been to. I want to go to the lake, just like on my way to Xinjiang, I once watched the sunset and morning light with a girl at night. Unfortunately, this girl.

? At half past six, I saw the lake called Mintzker on the map, which is about 1.5km away from the expressway. I took the dirt road to the lake without hesitation. On both sides of the dirt road are waist-long weeds, which are yellow in the sun. I couldn't help shouting, and rushed into the embrace of the lake while going downhill.

? What a beautiful scenery the quartet is! Wandering in the lake in the far north, I can't tell whether it is lake water or blue sky. The grass around us moves with the wind, the white clouds move underwater, and the mountains in the distance are looming. I don't need to talk or shout. I believe that someone can see the beauty of the north at the moment. I don't want to hold a handful of lake water. I want to move with the clouds in the water, to the depths of the lake, to the sun in the lake, and the water overflows my waist.

? # Riding Russia # day 14, Outer Baikal Territory: Sometimes people simply can't adapt to the sudden beauty of nature, and then they are only shocked. I think my short life is enough. After all, I didn't live like a normal person. I did everything I wanted to do. As for the result, I never insist. You see different forests, different grasslands and different blue sky. Everything was like a dream, and I met another one. I lit a cigarette by the lake, waded through the cold water, and watched the sunset setting, the waterfowl singing and the occasional sound of wheels on the distant highway. Without others, I can't say whether it is heaven or not. After all, I have never been there, but I know it is a rare beauty on earth. (Chita City-Delovia Town -Ulity Village -p258. 140 Cafe-150 Lake. Whole journey 150km. )

Fifteenth day

Without the beauty of the lake, we still have to walk on the grassland with flowers in full bloom. This road is really inappropriate. After a short walk, there are still winding rivers on both sides of the road To us Sichuanese, the morning sunshine is just a river in the sunshine. I really depend on you.

I still met an unknown small village by the lake, but it didn't make a souvenir. Passing the village head, I met a dirt road. I don't know where I come from. We just watched their wheels roll up dust. To tell the truth, I admire their speed too much. Unlike myself, I am a very slow snail, and sometimes I am too lazy to die. In Sichuan dialect, I just don't want to burn my tongue (lice).

? I don't want to eat bread at noon, and I'm not very hungry. There is a big village called Tanga by the lake 30 kilometers ahead. I planned to go to the cafe near the village to eat meat on the hour, but when I finally arrived, there was no cafe but a gas station. I reluctantly turned to the village, and finally found a canteen and bought a bottle of beer and a bag of jiaozi. Under the gaze of others, I often can't let go, so I decided to burn this bag of jiaozi in the village.

The lake is still beautiful. This may be a beautiful lake. It happened to be a sleepless night, so I had to wave my hand smartly.

More interestingly, when I was eating, I saw a lonely grave nearby. The person in the photo seemed to be looking at me, so I smiled at him and said, do you recognize who I am? I gave him a jiaozi, and I wonder if he can eat it. Finally, he watched me smoke a cigarette and disappeared into the village without washing dishes.

When I met the bad road, my ass was numb, the terrain began to steep, and the short straight road ended again. On this day, I rode 13 hours, cleaning the tent for one hour every morning and washing my face or feet for one hour at night. My grades are still good. Sleeping in an abandoned house at night, not going to the cafe to buy things, as if my road and money were really gone.

? # Riding Russia # Baikal Territory day 15: I once looked up and asked God, where can I go? For me, I also envy other people in this world. When I was a child, my fortune teller said that I should get rid of this mole under my eyes. I never believed it. This mole is still there. I chose this road because I have no sense of belonging at all. However, I have no sense of belonging. What really affects me is this society. I saw too much ugliness in the world in my early years, so I have been avoiding it. Just like when I leave a city, I never remember those people I know. I either went far away or changed to another city. I hardly take the initiative to contact people for fear that someone will think of me and pass by. I am not the most beautiful, because there are few poems, but on the whole, I am still very qualified, leaving nothing behind. (p 258. 150- Tanga Village -290 Cafe. Whole journey 140km. The rotten road is about 20km)

Do you children believe in fortune tellers?

Sixteenth day

I have a lot to say, tell myself on the way. The background is the river in the distance and the road that can't reach the edge. I set out in the morning sun and sang in the sunset. I think there are many firsts in my life, and every first time may be fresh in my memory. I don't miss those who are far away, and I still look forward to those who don't come. It's that I can't tell the beauty and ugliness of my life by nature.

Today, people's conditions are the best, but the conditions of bicycles are not very good. The total weight of my backpack is about 40 kilograms. Walking nearly 3000 kilometers from Harbin, the rear tire cracked slightly. I'm really worried. Only Ulan-Ude and Irkutsk can change tires, so I have to figure out a way to change the back belt into the front belt. As for today, I should be able to stick to the road of 500km.

At noon, I met a small town, but the road didn't pass there. When I climbed a hill that was not short, the old track stood at the top of the hill, looking at the road under my feet, the railway under the road, the river under the railway, and the distant mountain. The only thing that was not beautiful was the vague dust and fog in the air, which made people unable to see through. The weather in these two days is impeccable. Although there are hardships and tiredness on one's way,

What happened at that time didn't seem to be touched, but in retrospect, I miss it almost infinitely. When I crossed the town of Barriaga and met a bridge, I was really hungry, but I wanted to go further. In order to avoid the flies in the tent, I cooked by the roadside. I made coffee, and then I made noodles. Before I had dinner, two SUVs came to a large flat ground under my feet, waving and smiling. Anyway, I just said hello. Two children don't smoke, adults do, and then I start eating. They eat bread, ham and fruit. An adult wrapped a plate of strawberries and asked the little girl to pass it to me. China people are more reserved, but refusal doesn't work. The little girl put it directly on the steps and ran down. Well, I'm finished, much faster than me. I have to go down and smoke again. After all, I have nothing else on me. Everyone is saying something that they don't understand each other. Finally, the driver in front of the car opened the trunk and carried a box of food. He kept gesturing and handed it to me. I really don't want these foods because of the heavy burden. My gesture doesn't work. They asked me to carry it, so I started taking pictures. Come on, I want one too. Finally, I realized that this is a combination of biscuits and tea that can be compressed from the tropics. I took a picture.

After walking for about an hour, I finally found the ideal camping place, an abandoned wooden tower and half a stone tile to shelter from the rain. I quickly set up my tent, and the night wind gently blew over the hill. I wash my face and feet with essential water and wipe my body with wet wipes. Fortunately, the front belt did not continue to crack.

? # Riding Russia # day 16: Not describing the bitterness of life is a yearning for beauty. Only the beauty you show can purify or dilute the ugliness of life. The only person lacking in the world is a poet. It is far more difficult to express beauty than bitterness and ugliness. As far as talent is concerned, I am not as good as many people around me. In terms of wealth, my maximum monthly income does not exceed 4000. In terms of education, I have been in high school for less than two years. I don't worship anyone alive. What makes me sad is that I can feel the warmth of human nature in prison, which transcends nationality and religion. In a normal society, you can only see the indifferent eyes and dismissive expressions of the world, which really makes me hard to let go. Maybe prisons are far away from all social activities and prisoners are equal. No one is richer. Everyone has enough time to think about life, and has enough courage to release inner goodwill without having to repent all the time. Just like I don't think I'm wrong now, these are all rules that shouldn't exist in the world, but it's inevitable that some people will say I'm extreme, and I'm not good at refuting them, because there are too many fools in the world who don't understand your suffering, but they have to suffer more before you feel justified. (p 258.290- Shiluoke Village-Bada Town-Barriaga Town (445 places). Whole journey 155km. )

? On the top of this mountain, the afterglow of the sunset spilled into the sky. I made coffee and lit a cigarette. Best of all, there are no mosquitoes. This is the longest day I have traveled. I watched the faint lights in the small village at the foot of the mountain and listened to the occasional train roar. It's not lonely, it's fake, but there's no loneliness. I really want to lie down and not look at the distant lights, but I don't want to be myself.