I urge the river from a cemetery called (autonomous regions and mountain climbing expedition when he was President of the Association) office, discussed with Tara Rally brochure ring thing, the old hand signals to the south side of the phone I sit down, before taking a seat and found a magazine lying on the coffee table, when I pick up it, and subconsciously want to hand brushed the dust on the magazine, however, when my fingers over the books when this suddenly realized, in fact, not a trace of dust on the magazine, causing my visual error is that the both Fashion Adventure magazine cover and human geography, a Uighur man face towering sand in my eyes, his eyes deep and sharp point like a lightning instant burst of adrenaline I saw the old South still and telephone rivalry, I quickly rushed downstairs to pick up a magazine, got into my car bowed.
I'm going to the river.
This is called the Pamir I read this first issue of 2005 magazine determination. Of course, to make this man called Idi Rees and accompany me in the river is also determined.
One need only know where to go, the world will give way to him, the opportunity for those who do will have prepared. Jiajin off last year in his right arm and came back off the left arm, but could not stop me driving away the dream of the line.
May 13, 2010 morning, that is, I have been landslides and snow blocking the Aiken Osaka few days later, I only Sino-Japanese joint expedition team captain Reese Edie cemetery off to the river.
The Sino-Japanese Joint river wildlife specimens unearthed from archaeological expeditions and Environmental choose not fit into the desert of a season because of late implementation of the project funding provided (at) the other conferences in November to a topic held in Beijing, we can only venture into the Lop Nur.
His party of nine people, two 4500, eat a meal at the Taipan Ji Chai barracks, as well as our breakfast, lunch and dinner combined. In the afternoon we reached the promised five p.m. Korla city in southern Xinjiang, back then, and first arrived and the others group Lao Ni joined together to organize the House last time, view the food and loading, inspection of vehicles, fuel, life-saving equipment, etc., including bike UNIMERCO ---- three hours later, we continue west, and dinner in Rob people solve a one-person village plate noodles, then move along the River edge of the night eleven p.m., we arrive Thirty Group.
Seven get up early, bright and sunny. Once again organize the House, breakfast at nine restaurants in the junction tree, a bowl of soup after dinner we went.
jps point shows the river from the road into the cemetery as a straight line distance of less than thirty five kilometers, but is this just a few tens of kilometers, we went from ten in the morning has been the afternoon six p.m., only two dozen kilometers run , in the tens of centimeters of soil and desert virtual trap car we have repeatedly, time is depleted. Later, a Block Sand Hill finally block our progress, the expedition decided to stay two off-road vehicles in the desert, We camped place tomorrow morning UNIMERCO Exploration edge set into the side of people reach their destinations before returning to pick other people.
Twilight of the desert is beautiful, the setting sun dyed the sand sea, in the sand waiting for dinner after the beam truss business, Pharaoh very fragrant noodle soup, I ate two bowls, and we lie on the sand bags on the burn pot coffee, quietly enjoying the moment quietly, suddenly cried before Yan, dust storms to the .
Before I got into the tent, already dark, the wind knocked coerced the dust about the tent - by a hurricane comes, I just reach out from the Inner tent firmly grasp the fly, sand from the pass Inner tent stomatal coming down like a waterfall of my tent, I felt a sudden difficulty in breathing, I quickly come up with a towel soaked with mineral water, tied in the mouth, the body set their eyes on my big bag, with the pedal off the end of tight camera bag, to avoid deformation of the broken pole, Time is of the past, the wind does not mean a little less, I feel the sand has been buried right half of my tent, I hesitate to consider is not out to the tent moved to the bottom of the bunker when a familiar voice transmission from a crack in the wind into my tent: tent for you coughing drag side side ------I say good ----- I pulled two packets scratching and scrambling to the bottom of the pit, the old Iraqi cried, the first drilling, and then he spent a long time outside of my account only then tied, , and external account I'll give you a fixed carbon rod, and rest assured, do not be afraid, not a tent, remember ah, not a tent -------on the eyes, thought of my father and mother, also thought the Xia Xia and triumphantly.
Accompanied by tears finally solidified in the mud on my cheeks .
Day was beginning to shine, winds weakened, I drilled the tent, the old Iraq came up to me.
----- Now we all withdraw Korla, tomorrow back to Urumqi -------Afternoon, we promise to withdraw the four p.m. Thirty-group, postprandial than twenty arrive on Korla, buddy reception, a glass of liquor, a few old cooking pot, no regrets, no!!! Good wash a lot, lie down .
Breakfast buffet, UNIMERCO return to base, the three vehicles against Ukraine
May 2010 in Urumqi
Expedition decided to choose an auspicious day in September to continue this work, transport, camels
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