The crackling sound of rain on the roof outside the tent sounded all night, the sad weather, the rain day after day, from day to night, the thin rain stirred people are irritable.
Yesterday morning, waking up from the sound of rain, soon the rain stopped, there was no restaurant in the small village, only to buy some snacks and food in the commissary, pack some luggage, go to the stream to wash my face, I washed the bike by the way, and after the muddy gears were washed, they no longer creaked. Tie up your luggage and set off.
In fact, the rain did not stop, but fell in a different way, the drizzle has been following, like fog, and like a thunderbolt, thickly falling, making the fog more dense, everything in front of you is wrapped in fog, white, nothing can be seen really, those shady roads, like a time tunnel, and like the picture in a Hong Kong-style horror movie. The sparsely populated journey, with only the occasional sound of birdsong in the forest, adds a bit of life to the jungle.
Along National Highway 219, the road is no longer difficult, and the uphill is much less, but this rain is a little hurtful. Locals' battery cars and motorcycles occasionally appear on the side of the road, and they have gone into the jungle to work. Sometimes the passing mountain village is so illusory in the house, as if it is not real, but the imaginary manor of the little fox fairy in Pu Songling's pen, everything becomes real and illusory because of this dense fog, and sometimes I even feel that at this moment I am just an illusion, an illusion made up by the soul, and I am not here.
Out of the 100,000 mountains, the uphill slope began to calm down, but the heat and cold still alternately grabbed the skin under the wet clothes. When I arrived at the intersection in front of JilingLing, I divided a road to Binying Village, I saw that the sign at the intersection said the Great Wall of Southern Xinjiang - Xiaoliancheng, and combined with the map, I found that this road can also reach Shuikou Town, so I abandoned the 219 National Highway, turned onto this county road, began a steep climb, climbed to the top of the mountain, after climbing the mountain pass, it is a steep downhill around the mountain, the bicycle is fast, and the foggy jungle on both sides is not generally hiding behind me, as if afraid that I will hit them. Such a long steep downhill, coupled with a sharp bend, riding a bicycle gallop, is the most exciting thing, at this moment people and bicycles into one, let you feel that the speed is not the bicycle, but yourself.
At the bottom of the mountain, the world suddenly opened up, the land became flat, and a large field of farmland spread out around the houses, as if it were another world, but the road had not been repaired, and the road was potholed and splashed with yellow mud. Most of the farmland along the way is planted with sugar cane, and many of the thin sugarcane is new shoots from last year's old piles, as well as some newly turned land, and local residents plant a small section of sugarcane in the land. Shortly after walking forward, I came to the Tangbo junction, one end of the road leading to Longzhou County, the other end leading to Xiajing Town, and then back to Shuikou Town on National Highway 219, I chose to return to National Highway 219.
At this time, the terrain became a karst landscape, and the towering peaks were of different shapes and magnificent, most of them hidden in the fog, occasionally revealing tall black cliffs. Because of this rainy fog, I could not get a glimpse of the whole leopard, but the fog that was covered by this shameful answer also made the scenery carry a strange and mysterious atmosphere. Crops such as sugar cane, bananas, pumpkins, and peppers are still in the fields. The land is flat and the road is straight.
After going through the frozen town and so on, I did not stop to eat, and sometimes I really did not know what to eat, and there was very little pasta here. Sometimes I see the papaya on the side of the road that the papaya on the tree has turned yellow, and I really want to pick one, but I can't see the owner of the papaya, and I don't want to be a thief, so I have to think about it. On the side of the road next to a village, a mulberry tree was found, full of mulberry fruits, and then three were picked, and the entrance was very delicious and sweet.
The rain still refuses to stop, very annoying, my luggage is a little wet, but I don't know if the sleeping bag is wet. When we got to Shuikou Town, the rain seemed to be thicker again. I ate a plate of fried pho and went on. Like all other border crossings, the Shuikou port is closed because of the epidemic, and the town is slightly lonely and desolate.
Out of Shuikou Town, the road extends along the River Of Gui, a tributary of the Shuikou River, which eventually flows into the Pinger River. At this time, the border is bounded by the Tong Kwai River, and the other side of the river is Vietnam, and there is no difference between the mountains and rivers, but they belong to two different countries. After walking along the national border for a long time, then turning around, slowly starting the uphill. I had planned to arrive in Jinlong today so I could find a hotel, clean up my damp luggage, and take a hot shower. However, the day did not go against people's wishes, when I walked to Wude Township, it was already more than six o'clock, the rain was thicker, at this time there were still more than twenty kilometers away from Jinlong Town, the road ahead was uncertain, the sky would be late, and I could only stop in Wude Township.
In Wude township to find a circle, there is no hotel inn, helpless, can only find a place to set up a tent, in the township cultural square there is a big drama stage, the stage has a roof, like a house, but the stage is relatively high, blocked by some signs, next to a large yard, there is a security uncle at the entrance of the courtyard, I stepped forward to ask him if there is a hotel here, he said there is no hotel, and then looked at the luggage I brought, told me that I can set up a tent on this stage, and then enthusiastically took me over, removed the shelter, I opened the side door next to the stage and led me in. So I set up a tent in the hallway under the stage.
This rain will not stop, in the wet world, my heart is also wet, may really choose the wrong season, so that this journey added a little worry. In fact, the rain is not big, but the sound of hitting the tin roof makes people think it is very big. However, it was really bad to feel damp everywhere, and I began to miss the hot sun. Since a week in Guangxi, I don't seem to have seen the sun.
Do you wait for the rain to stop, or do you keep going in the rain? Wanderers, you have to be fearless, after all, you still have a long journey.