Today's destination was Songpan, and we headed there without knowledge of what hotel we had to stay at ... just the name of a good restaurant ! Blind faith, or poor organisation ...probably both !
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| Must be cold staying in a tent in the winter. |
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| No idea what this is all about (a shop, I think) |
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| Empty roads. |
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| Decent scenery. |
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| Think this is a Chinese graveyard. |
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Stopped for gas & a pee ... luxury: a tiled hole in the ground !
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| The villagers make money selling horse rides to the city folks ! |
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| High up ... and therefore cold, despite the sunshine. |
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| Yak traffic jam. Everyone just pushes their way through. |
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| Made a mental allowance for the wrong co-ordinates, found the restaurant, met Emma ... |
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| ... and eat a Yak burger while waiting for our guide to send the correct co-ordinates for the hotel. |
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| Which it turned out, we had already driven past. Grrr. |
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| The boardwalk into the city had been washed away... |
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| ...so we had to walk in along the the road. Life in your hands job, it was. |
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| No idea what this came from. |
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| Yaks penis .... lovely ! |
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| The old walled town of Songpan... |
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| ... was now getting a little too touristy ! |
The Swiss lads had again decided to take a "scenic route" and arrived at the hotel some 5 hours after us, much to Abdul's annoyance. But we re-grouped and walked back to Emma's Kitchen for our evening meal, but that was that. All back to bed by 8pm, and I had still not spotted anywhere else to go for that final beer.
And yet again, this was another hotel which chose not to turn the heating on. There was a glimmer of hope that seeing a switch on the air conditioning marked as "heat/cool", maybe it worked in reverse... but alas, after three hours on max heat, we got the room temp up a few degrees to 17 C.
After a cool night, it was only in the morning, did I discover a massive Karaoke bar behind the hotel... didn't think of looking there.
