The hotel did not do breakfast, so Abdul took us to a local cafe ... Noodles, noodles, or noodles ?
And then it was like the opening the cage door ... we found the G213 turned into this Monte Carlo style racetrack, with mostly virgin tarmac. Nobody wanted to be tail-end Charlie that day, and off we all shot like demons...
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| But it wasn't long before we just had to stop for pics |
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| ... and poses. |
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| Crowded mountain village ... |
...had my first very close call here,.. we were entering the village, and a taxi shot from a road on the right without stopping. Clearly his vehicle had clutch problems, or he was just too frigging lazy to do a hill-start on the junction... anyway, seconds later and he would have T-boned me. Fortunately the Trannies brakes are pretty good and I pulled up in time.... but was so tempted to ease off the last few meters of braking and put a crease in his door ... but I didn't. Swear words and some internationally understood signs had to suffice.
Yes this was one of the best days to date, and we were all pretty exhilarated. Treated to bike to a wash as we had plenty of time to kill waiting for the Swiss lads !
But in Xiahe, the hotel again was not where it should have been, so we waited for Abdul to send us the correct co-ordinates. He had now mastered to art of retrieving them from his mobile phone, so we were making progress.
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| With the altitude, comes the rain & cold. |
Walking out, at 3000 mts, you notice the lack of oxygen, but at a steady pace, its not an issue. I eat with the lads tonight, and we found a "Tibetan Restaurant", with an English menu. Got offered a welcome cup of tea ... not yer regular PG Tips I have to add...
But the food was really nice, and identifiable....
No night-clubs to discover at this altitude ....to go dancing here, you would need an oxygen mask !
