Tibet, what can I find in you?
» Into Tibet!
... and into hellish driving session
After Shangrila, the world widens, road turns into dirt, 200km of hellish road welcomes me.
huge pot holes, suspending dust, narrow road, sharp stones, monstrous trucks, no phone signal ...
I brush my teeth every morning. The land slides every morning.
In the first few hours of driving in hell, my car is breaking apart.
Seems that no one uses this hiway, except me and those merciless trucks.
Message is clear - you are on your own
Tibetan elderly is up for a ride. He doesn't even speak YES nor NO in mandarin. He smells like milk tea. Glad to meet a 100% tibetan.
If you go faster then 30km/h, you jump like a rabbit.
Safe speed is 10km/h. It's an extreme test of patience.
At the door of Tibet. Nothing fancy but within expectation after driving the hellish Dian Zang hiway.
Say hi to the first mountain in Tibet
After the celebration and photo-taking, a huge shape stone flats my front right tyre. Gosh, I haven't even officially reached Tiebt yet!
I am more than happy to have snot here. Otherwise my lungs would look like my dashboard.
This is not too hellish - at least I get to see a car.
Garage at the next little town
How old is this tyre? A truck driver with a beer tells me: 1 week
Driving on Dian-Zang is no easy living. But Mr. TruckDriver is having a good time with his beer while waiting for tyres to be repaired.
What would it take to flat such a type? Dian-Zang Hyway
Oh, have I told you about the mirror? It's the work of one of those merciless trucks.
Little technician tells me the cut in my tyre is too big to be managed. Have to go to the next big town to get it fixed. That means driving another 100km in hell without a spare tyre ... I have a VERY bad feeling about this
That is the reword for drving in hell - WORTH IT!
Hot spring hotel at Qu Zhi Ka. Bathing and watching Lan Chang River, I forget about all about the drving to come.
Road construction. While running over those big and sharp stone, I have a VERY VERY bad feeling ...
2 hours later, my bad feeling proves to be correct. The bad news: I have another flat tyre. The ultimate bad news: I have no spare tyre.
60km to the next big town. Think ... think ... think ... how the hell do I get out of this ...
Got it! Take the tyre out, pay this motorlist big, have him take the tyre to the town 60km away, repair, and take back.
Lucky to have a small village nearby. We wait there for the tyre to return.
"Raw Beef" - a favorite Tibetan food. It's wind dried beef. But honestly, it's hard to chew and I am not quite happy with the flavor.