In a hurry

Although all the way west is not as thrilling as expected, it is not as smooth as expected. Nine times out of ten, the high opposition and the road are not satisfactory, but what we didn't expect was that man-made disasters were encountered first.

There have been many bandits in western Sichuan since ancient times. When Hailuogou came out, the road surface collapsed from time to time, which made everyone very excited. In particular, two raptors came into the arena. Just as everyone was enjoying the high and low bumps, a blue car ran around in the team. Not only is there no license plate, but the chassis is very low, and it also hits the stones on the road from time to time. It is really convincing that such a car dares to go to Tibet. Just as we were talking and laughing, a hairpin appeared in front of us. The blue car actually passed the rear wheel of the raptor, and the headlights smashed all over the floor, but the raptor didn't feel anything. Drive straight ahead, and the blue car desperately catches up.

By the time we caught up, the blue car had stopped the raptor. Three naked, dark-skinned men took the lead in standing in front of the car. Everyone knows that when we meet porcelain, our people will not get off the raptor. More than a dozen people in other cars shouted and accused, and even called 1 10 to call the police, but everyone knew that the sky was high and the emperor was far away. The other three people see this appearance is a bit empty, but they will never stop there, and the two sides are deadlocked.

After a while, a peacemaker came. At first glance, he was a group, which meant going out to make money. We discussed how to solve it, and the one headed by him paid 8 thousand. The song of the raptor never answers. He went straight to the back of the car and pointed to the tire. The tire is broken at least 10 thousand, and if he wants to pay for it, he must pay for it according to the responsibility. Of course, the other party would not agree, holding a brick in front of the car, and no one would listen when the barren mountain met a robber. Wait a little longer, it will be difficult to leave.

Several of my colleagues are agents, but the peacemaker decided to be the host. He led the man in front of the blue car and estimated the price of broken spare parts one by one, up to 3500 yuan. Several people pointed to three people who touched porcelain and lamented that they also worked hard, 3800 yuan. They will get a good favor when they go out, and they are unwilling to call the police and are prepared to make a serious phone call. The peacemaker hurried to make up for the circus, and the three men took the money and left the scene disgruntled. Our party continued on the road, and after a short walk, we saw three people stop a motorcycle. I guess it's another blackmail. It's really a pot of good soup that fell into a few mouse droppings.

Tongmai natural barrier is the most dangerous section of National Highway 3 18, also called Tongmai Cemetery. There have been thousands of car accidents and deaths. In fact, it's only 14 km, but it takes 3 or 4 hours by car. This section is located in "the second largest debris flow group in the world", and the soil along the mountain is loose. Landslides, mudslides and landslides continue every day in rainy and dry seasons. Moreover, roads are often in emergency repair, and the narrow Tongmai Mountain Road is constantly blocked by traffic, which is a famous "stuck neck" section on the Sichuan-Tibet line.

When I set out from Bomi, I heard the driver complain and waited in line for a night. Everyone is scared all the way, but they can only resign themselves to fate. When we arrived at Tongmai Bridge, the mighty cars huddled together. Fortunately, they just caught up with us and let the car go first. It's our turn in less than half an hour, and one car after another.

Everyone crossed the bridge with joy, thinking that the natural barrier was this bridge. Just when everyone was talking and laughing, the good highway became ferocious, the car bumped like a roller coaster, and the head was in close contact with the roof from time to time. There are scattered stones everywhere on the roadside, and gravel and loose soil keep flying down. Although the landslide can barely pass, the sand is faintly visible flying down. Because the road outside is soft, cars are driving near the mountain side. When a car meets, the heavy car stops inside, and the light car faces the abyss. Every encounter is a test of life. The scary thing is that you have to climb over the mouth of a man-eating tiger. Both sides are steep slopes of 45 degrees, and there is no car coming from the opposite side at all. Once you reach the cliff mouth, you can't get up or down, and you will be buried in the river if you are not careful.

Just as we were about to rush up, we saw a car slanting off the cliff in the distance. Because the road is really narrow, every car should advance and retreat according to the terrain, and make as much space as possible, until there is no space, even the mirror should be turned off, and it is necessary to command back and forth when passing by. The wheel passed through Solo's sharp broken soil, making everyone's heart jump into their throats. After a motorcade passed by, everyone honked their horns again, but they couldn't hear any response. The first car climbed the cliff head trembling and disappeared at the cliff mouth. Then came the news that everyone climbed up one by one, and Yu Jian, who was driving, was very excited. We got on the bus, grabbed the handle, and everyone walked like a gate of hell. Fortunately, in April of 16, the five tunnels and two bridges were opened to traffic, and the natural barrier of Tongmai became history forever.

It stands to reason that it is always a pity not to go to the Everest Base Camp in Tibet. Besides, it is already in Shigatse, which is 800 kilometers away from Dingri County, where Mount Everest is located. Perhaps it was because they had been out for too long that a group of people seemed to lose interest, so they returned from National Highway 3 18, and there was either traffic jam or speed limit along the way, so they decided to take Provincial Highway 304 and go directly into Yangbajing. Although the road conditions are obviously much worse than the national highway, there is no speed limit and there is no speed limit.

However, as we go deeper, people become more and more confused and scared. Even if there are no people along the way, there is no car on the empty provincial road and there is no car in the same direction. There is no car coming across the street, which is very abnormal. The difference of roads in Tibet is not surprising, but if you look closely at the road surface, there are potholes everywhere, gravel flying around, and most of the roadside signs are vague. It seems that it has not been maintained for some time. Are all the vehicles basically on the national highway? The so-called dart has been abandoned, and an ominous omen hangs over everyone's heart in the car.

A line of five people looked at each other, in the middle of nowhere, and no one asked for directions. They didn't want to go home, so they walked such a long way for nothing. Let's calm down and analyze. Since this road is a provincial road, it is certainly passable. If it really doesn't work, you should be able to hang a public sign at the intersection or something. Panshan Highway is getting higher and higher and more dangerous. There is a cliff on one side and a cliff on the other. There are no railings and signs, and the highest Xuegela Pass is 5300 meters. The car went up the hill without oxygen, the throttle was weak, and the stone slipped down the hill. Walking on thin ice, we are the only cars on the road. If anything happens, it's really called everyday, which really doesn't have any effect.

When I went deep into the hinterland, I finally saw a car. Unfortunately, in the ditch at the foot of the mountain, people have already gone to the car, and the bright red color is particularly eye-catching. Everyone's heart tightened, and the atmosphere was somewhat solidified. After a while, I saw another car, still in the ditch. When I looked intently, it was still a warrior military vehicle. It doesn't seem to be damaged, but nothing happened. I don't know whether to drive or fall. Everyone is afraid to make mistakes. After driving dozens of miles, I met a warrior military vehicle head on. It is estimated that they are going to rescue. After driving in fear for six or seven hours, we all recovered and breathed a sigh of relief when we saw the long-lost vehicles and villages.

People who got off the 304 provincial highway were tired by car, so they took a look at Namco, stayed there for one night, and set off for Qinghai at 10 the next day. From Naqu, they took the Qinghai-Tibet line to Golmud for 830 kilometers. There is no decent market town along the way, which has become the longest section of the westbound road, with the elevation basically above 4,500 meters, and the highest is 523 1 meter at Tanggula Pass. Because of the highway

But the winding road is much better than expected. The two lanes in both directions are very flat, and there is no problem with one hundred yards. Terrible is that in the case of limited time, every time I go to the bayonet, I have to change a limited time sheet, so I can pass the time with beautiful scenery along the way. Otherwise, the cold wind will only blow for a few hours on the road. In this way, it was not until 2 pm that I crossed the Tanggula Pass and entered Qinghai. When the Tuotuo River Bridge approached 6 o'clock, I covered half the distance in 8 hours. Fortunately, the bayonet is off duty, but it can't get dark, let alone the five beams that everyone is afraid of.

Wudaoliang is located between Kunlun Mountain and Tanggula Mountain. It is said that the wind blows only once a year, and once it blows, it is a whole year. There was an endless stream of traffic coming and going along the way. Strangely, all the trucks that came over were loaded with oxygen bottles. It turned out that they crossed Kunlun Mountain from Golmud, and the altitude rose sharply from 2800 meters to 4700 meters. Even old drivers are inevitably rebellious, and driving oxygen has become a landscape. Due to frequent frozen soil disasters, cars have to detour from time to time, temporary roads are muddy, and driving at night can only follow the car in front, so it's past midnight and everyone is hungry and exhausted. One meter shouldered the final task, and running all the way rushed into Golmud to complete the 18-hour escape.

When Golmud set out the next day, the haze was swept away and the car took to the long-lost highway again, but the habit of slamming on the accelerator on the plateau did not change. When driving on the open Gobi desert, the car flew out with a little force, and 150 yards didn't feel anything. Suddenly, the tire pressure on the dashboard was abnormal, so I found a service area and found a big hole more than a foot long.

The southern Sichuan-Tibet line enters and exits the Qinghai-Tibet line, which is the most classic route for Tibet to drive by car and the route with the least difficulty coefficient. I look forward to the next northern section of Sichuan-Tibet line, Yunnan-Tibet line, Xinzang line, Panchen line and China-Nepal highway.