China Part 5: Camping Amongst Wolves on the Tibetan Highway (Chengdu to Litang 13/01/16-27/01/16)

After my slightly chaotic visa run in Hong Kong, I hopped off the plane and re-entered the Middle Kingdom. I was back in China, there was no mistaking that. Two steps outside the airport exit I was mobbed by a million shouting and spitting taxi touts.

Chengdu to Litang route
Chengdu to Litang route

I took few more days to relax in the great smog cloud that is Chengdu, still the most cosmopolitan place I’ve been in China. I made the pilgrimage to Decathlon (my favourite shop in the world and first I’ve been able to visit since Istanbul) to replace some broken camping stuff. It was finally time to get a new coat – I’d been carrying my mum’s old hand-me-down (apparently she was wearing it when pregnant with me). I need something warmer before I head back into the mountains and it’s great to have one of these fancy down jackets that folds into a tiny pouch rather than a bulky coat that fills half a rear pannier…

Across the road was an Ikea. I walked around the shop for no good reason, just enjoying how familiar everything felt. I wasn’t in China inside there. I paused for a nostalgic hot-dog in the food section. It wasn’t anywhere as good as the 20p ones of my childhood in Croydon so I bought a bottle of Gløgg (Scandinavian muled wine) and made myself comfortable back at the flat.

P1155864
Red Panda at the Research Base

It’s a funny world. Sometimes I feel like I’m on another planet and sometimes I feel like I might as well be right back at home.

It was one of those evenings. Especially because I saw the first familiar face from back home in many, many months. Annie, who I met a few times in when we were studying in Leeds (but never since) spotted me on Tinder, saw we had a bunch of mutual friends, followed my link through to my blog and shot me a message. She was passing through Chengdu that very weekend so we could get a quick drink in. (She says she was just one Tinder to ask locals what’s good to see in the area. Same as me, of course).

It’s a small world. 

P1155928
A very giant panda at the Giant Panda Research Base

There was one last ‘little’ thing to see before leaving Chengdu – the Giant Panda Research Base. I figured I go should go check it out before leaving town seeing as it’s the city’s main tourist attraction.

I’m not sure what was more enjoyable: checking the pandas out or people watching the Chinese tourists running around with their selfie-sticks trying to get the best snap possible.

P1155902
Baby panda

It occurred to me that Chinese New Year falls exactly during the week my new visa expires. Good timing. The whole country shuts down that week, including the PSB office who’d handle my next extension. Suddenly I had a whole week less to reach Shangri-la if I wanted to get another 30 days in the country.

I met up with the cycling guys who ran the charity offering advice to Chinese cyclists riding to Lhasa (the ones who’d made me into a celebrity in the previous China blog). They gave me a list of places I could stay for very cheap but made sure to advise me (once again) against attempting the road at this time of year. ‘Too cold up there,too much snow & ice’, ‘the mountain roads won’t be passable’ etc.

In their info pack they tell potential cyclists not to attempt the road before March 10th but I took their advice with a pinch of salt. When I showed them the small valley roads I’m planning on cycling in Yunnan province they again advised me against my plans – ‘no people cycle there, no people live there’. That’s exactly why I want to cycle there! Perhaps we’re not quite on the same wavelength…

P1175930
The cyclists took me out to dinner for the umpteenth time. Not quite sure what the point of going to a restaurant is if you have to cook your own food…

I was happy to be back on the bike, even if the first day riding out of town was incredibly dull. Fortunately I could meet my first Couchsurfing host in China that evening. If you’ve followed this blog you’ll know that I love using CS/Warmshowers as much as possible but those communities haven’t had much presence in this country unfortunately.

Anyway, my host Harry was great. His mum & nan cooked us a feast of a dinner at his grandparents’ village home. The food in China is still the best thing about this country.

P1195931
Harry (English name) – my first CS Host in China and a fellow Chelsea fan. Note the ‘no smoking’ sign. Like anyone pays any attention to that in this country…

Slowly the mountains began to grow around me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so nervous about a stretch of road. The last post I wrote about cycling the Tibetan Plateau was covered in snow – but that was about 1,000m lower than what this section has in store for me…

P1195939
Back into the jungle
P1195949
And back into the mountains…

I stopped in a small village and found a room for £3. Hot shower and sit down loo – result! It was just a room above a family home. Downstairs the walls were decorated with the usual Chinese-style posters: a giant portrait of Mao, some horses in a field and a pagoda under a full moon. Then I walked into my room and saw this…

P1195951
The ‘slightly odd’ poster
P1205964
Roadside village

It was one of the strangest things I’ve ever seen! At what point did they think that was an appropriate poster to stick up in the room? Why couldn’t I get the horses or the full moon? It was very strange.

I’ve stayed in some seedy places before but this was just a truckers-stop type room in a tiny village. I took it as a tactless reminder of ‘how little’ I’m getting these days. The only steam in this room was the frozen breath in the air every time I exhaled and the only bed wobbling coming every time a truck drove past and shook the whole house.

P1205961
The Chinese doing what they do best – building yet another motorway with huge tunnels and massive bridges

The first pass above 2,000m lay ahead. This was important – if there was already ice down here then I’d be in trouble.

P1205968
Not too cold just yet…
P1205969
Here we go again…

Unfortunately the top was frozen. Patches of ice lined the sides of the roads. You could see on the mountain exactly where the freezing line was. At the bottom of the valley the trees would be a light green jungle colour but slowly they’d fade into dark evergreens and eventually the green would just turn white.

P1205972
Bad news at the top. Ice, and a lot of it…
P1205974
The freezing altitude was a remarkable sight – a perfectly straight line where everything froze (at about 2,000m)

A tunnel cut through the top of the pass. I camped on the other side at just over 2,000m, on the edge of a cliff looking down into the next valley and the town Luding below. I was curious to see how cold the nights would be this high.

It was freezing.

P1205975
Less ice on the other side of the pass
P1215983
Can you see the tent? On the far right, just under the empty billboard

After a lower section along the reservoir below the road started to climb again, this time towards the first 4,000m pass. I took my instructions from my cycling pals in Chengdu too literally and ended up riding past the last place to sleep inside before the top. Not wanting to go back down, I set up camp at about 3,500m.

P1226011
Some big mountains behind me! Those peaks are over 7,000m

I finally bought a thermometer in Decathlon so now I know for sure how cold it gets. It read -10C inside the tent when I woke up. I’d forgotten how hard life is in the real cold. I didn’t put my water bottles inside my sleeping bag and they’d all frozen solid. I’d been saving a banana for breakfast but it I had to cut the frozen skin off before I could defrost the edible interior in my porridge.

P1226018
My camp site in the evening…
P1236022
My camp site in the morning…

It had snowed during the night. Here we go again. Slowly, slowly inching up the mountain.

P1236034
And so begins the second section of snow cycling…
P1236042
And this is the easy part! Not even at 4,000m yet

I stopped only for a minute at the top to take a quick pic and pose for a monk who wanted a picture of me next to the shrine at the peak. It was about 4,300 and the air was thin. It was too cold to stick around and I descended as quick as I could out of the snow line.

P1236044
Shrine at the pass (approx 4,300m). The first time I’ve been over 4,000m since Central Asia

Over that pass, everything changed. I was back in Tibet. It’s worth clarifying: when I say Tibet I mean the greater Tibetan Plateau region. As a foreigner I’m not allowed into Central Tibet without a permit and guide. Also, when I say the ‘Plateau’ that doesn’t mean it’s all flat and open – this ride was just up and down, up and down…

P1236047
A beautiful Tibetan house

The Chinese faces had changed to Tibetan, the cows were now yak, the farm land was now for grazing and my favourite change was in the village architecture. The villages accompanying me during my last stretch up on the plateau had been scatty and clustered together. Here they were huge, spread out and beautifully ornate. Perhaps the people here just have a little more money. They do, after all, live next to the main road connecting Tibet with the rest of China. That must count for something.

I looked for a place to stay inside at the village Xinduqiao. The place was set up for tourists – hotels and guesthouses lined the streets but everything was closed. It was a ghost town like so many I’ve passed this time of year. A young kid came running out to me and showed to his parents’ guesthouse. They were closed and renovating like everywhere else but opened up for me.

P1246111
Another vibrant (and huge) Tibetan house

Somehow I feel more welcome in the Tibetan regions than in China. I guess the people are just different. The main change is how people interact with me: the Chinese are masters of the gormless stare, a trait I really despise. Nothing makes you feel like more of an outsider than blank staring. The Tibetans like to get a good look at me (no surprise really – a white bloke with a massive bicycle) but they all shout ‘tashi delek’ or ‘hello’ and wave. That makes a huge difference, when people make the effort to greet me I feel far more welcome.

P1236052
My local ‘guide’

The kid took me on a tour of the village to show me their horses and the family invited me to eat with them. I love the Tibetan aesthetic too – the beautiful design of the houses (especially inside) and the clothes they wear.

There aren’t that many ethnic groups in the world that maintain such a strong identity in their clothing. In other places I passed where people wear very ‘non-western’ clothes it’s partly because they’re completely detached from the rest of the world. It doesn’t feel like that with the Tibetans. Perhaps you just get a re-enforced sense of self-identity when you undergo years of cultural oppression…

Dinner was a sour egg soup and stale bread. Perhaps the Tibetans are too stubborn to admit their Chinese neighbours do the whole ‘food thing’ a lot better…

P1246071
Leaving Xinduqiao

I was pleased to have found a place to sleep inside as it snowed heavily in the night. I wished I had winter tyres with me. But I didn’t. What I did have was a huge pack of zip ties – so I improvised. Better than nothing!

P1246064
DIY winter tyres

My right knee has started causing me a lot of discomfort over the last few days. I wasn’t sure why (I adjusted anything on my bike) but it was adding to my already long list of concerns. The weather was really bad and I was starting to get worried about reaching Shangri-La in time. I’d justified my ride up into the mountains because I had plenty of time but now I realised I’d need to put in a bunch of big days to make it. Knees are important, especially in the mountains.

P1246089
The ‘point of no return’

The landscape was stunning but the roads were awful. It took me half an hour just to cross the the other side of the village. Just before the road started to climb to the next pass I had a good long look at my map. This was the point of no return. From Xinduqiao a road led south, down from 4,000m and into safe terrain. I was making very slow progress on this road and already my schedule for arrival at Shangri-La was looking doubtful with this amount of snow. Nevertheless I pushed on. I could always take a bus if everything went pear-shaped and even if the buses weren’t running in the snow then I could probably hitch a ride.

P1246077
Most of the dogs up here are terrifying Tibetan Mastiffs that scare the daylights out of me. But not all the dogs are big and scary…

I had to walk to the last section to the pass. I was breathing OK, but the road was covered in a solid inch of ice. I brushed a little snow aside and looked at the surface – it was like an ice rink. Two motorbikes hadn’t spotted the ice and slipped into each other on the way into the tunnel at the pass. They were fine, but walked like me to the entrance.

P1246093
No pain no gain. Hard work but stunning vistas!

On the other side I sat on a ledge to eat some lunch. I was beginning to really doubt my decision to tackle this road. The cold was a pain, but the road conditions were dangerous. I’d justified this choice by telling myself there was no rush – if I needed to I’d walk, but now that wasn’t an option. Rushing on ice is not a good idea.

P1246097
Breath taking views at literally breath taking altitude

But then, all of a sudden. This happened:

P1246098
More crazy cyclists!

I haven’t seen any other cyclists for months now, but apparently I’m not the only one crazy enough to be attempting these roads in the heart of winter! These four blokes were the nicest bunch. One of them spoke a little English, but the language barrier was manageable and I was thrilled to have some company.

P1256126
One of the Chinese cyclists posing by a temple
P1246100
Safety first, fashion second…

We descended to Yajiang together. With company the challenge seemed less daunting and more of an adventure. We took it in turns walking, slipping, laughing and cursing at the ice as we inched our way down.

P1246104
Another ‘loop-the-loop’ on the descent
P1246070
They were continuing to Lhasa. Another 1,670km at this altitude? Rather them than me! I only had another 10ish days to endure at 4,000m

It was amusing to be treated as some kind of cycling veteran. I suppose I must be fairly qualified after a year of cycling. After hearing that I had previous experience cycling above 4,000m they asked if I had any advice for them. They’d all had to walk over the first 4,300m pass (and I took great comfort in the fact that I’d pedaled over the top no problems with at least 4 times as much luggage). I told them that now might be a good time to quit smoking, although I’m sure their mothers had already told them that!

P1246107
The road to Yanjiang

They found us a very cheap place to stay (£2.50 a bed) where I could finally get a much needed shower. The best thing about riding with Chinese is the value they place on food. I normally skimp and cut corners on my diet but with them it was another story. A big multi-dish dinner and a huge portion of stuffed buns for breakfast.

P1246114
Yanjiang
P1246115
Cyclist’s hostel
P1256116
The only bit of English text on the wall: ‘318 fuck me’. Couldn’t have said it any better myself!

The next day we parted ways. They were sensible and stopped after 1,000m of climbing. None of them had camping gear with them and it was the last place to stop for a long way. I pushed on – the roads were ice free and I figured I should try and climb the pass while the weather was fair. Besides, I was stressing about reaching Shangri-La in time.

P1256132
Hanging out in a traditional Tibetan home
P1256133
Climbing up the 18 switchbacks to the next pass
P1256138
Found an oxygen canister on the way up. Wouldn’t mind a little extra of that right now!

On the other side of the pass everything was frozen. Mountains are often like that – one side will be fine and the other covered in snow. I descended a little until I found somewhere snow-free to put my tent up.

P1256143
More snow on the far side of the pass
P1256145
‘Another one bites the dust’

Altitude sickness is funny. I often feel pretty pathetic this high up at times. I can start to feel the lack of oxygen anywhere from above 3,000m. At 4,000m it affects my cycling – but not massively. At 4,500m it gets tough – that’s when I start getting a throbbing headache like a nasty hangover. On this occasion I was only at 4,300m but my head splitting. I didn’t sleep very well at all.

P1256150
Highest (and coldest) camp site so far at around 4,300m
P1266157
Morning view

The road was stunning but hard work – above 4,000m all day and constantly rolling up and down.

 

P1266163
Another stunning stretch of road…

I messed up my water rations. I’d used my un-frozen water to cook breakfast but my second thermos had frozen along with my other water bottles. There were streams around but they were frozen solid and there wasn’t enough snow to melt.

I tried to reach Litang in a day but when I finally found some water I stopped before the second last pass and pitched my tent at 4,400m – the highest I’ve ever camped.

Again, I didn’t sleep very well – a combination of the bitter cold, the altitude and the howling wind.

 

P1266179
Pausing in a small village

It was hard getting started in the morning. I’ve really had enough of the cold now. It’s too much. Everything just gets so hard when you’re permanently stuck in sub-zero temperatures. Keeping water unfrozen is a nightmare, the frozen food is inedible and all electronic stuff won’t turn on. Everything lives inside the sleeping bag with me. Anything outside with any moisture on it freezes – the toothpaste, my wet wipes and even the washing up brush has frozen solid to the saucepan.

P1266182
Tiny village tucked into the mountains

I’ve never been in temperatures like it. As I poured water from my thermos into another bottle the water froze as it entered the plastic, forming a seal over the top as I tried to move the liquid. It’s crazy.

P1266184
Mountain love…

My crap tent now has another fault to an increasingly long list of problems: the zip has broken on the inner door meaning I can’t close it anymore. Not ideal when it’s super cold and snowing outside. You get a refreshing layer of snow blown in from outside.

P1276187
Morning temperature. (Inside my tent when the sun was already up). Don’t want to know how cold it got in the middle of the night…
P1276193
Another frosty morning

As I was packing up my tent I noticed something moving over the hill nearby. At first I thought it was a dog but as it moved closer I realised it looked a little too big. The tail was different… and the ears were pointy…

Shit. That’s a wolf.

P1276196
Eagerly awaiting the sun’s arrival. NOT any dangerous animals!

At the exact moment I realised what I was looking at it realised I was there and stopped in it’s tracks. We locked eyes for an uncomfortable amount of time.

What do you do when you’re face-to-face with a wolf?

Do I shout at it and make myself look imposing? Or is that what you do with bears?
Do I punch it on the nose? Or is that sharks…

I remembered a story in the newspaper about a Finnish kid who’d played death metal to a pack of wolves surrounding him that had scared them away. I have a small speaker with me but it’s not been able to turn on for days in this cold…

I carefully reached down to my handlebar bag by my feet, moved my hand passed the knife clipped the the side and did what any rational, terrified person would do: grabbed my camera and took a quick pic!

P1276202
The wolf

Fortunately the wolf had already had it’s breakfast and slowly walked away, stopping every few seconds to look back at me. It disappeared briefly before re-appearing on a higher hill to look down at me again. I’ve never packed up my tent so quick in my life, eager to get away before Mr. Wolf returned with more of his pals.

As I dragged my bike back onto the icy road a truck driver blasted his horn in my ear to let me know he was passing. I’d heard his ratting winter tyre chains from a mile away as he inched his way along the road. I couldn’t help but think that getting eaten by a hungry wolf would be a more glamourous end to this story than getting flattened by a heavy truck trying to navigate these dodgy roads…

I was finally in Litang. My time on the G318 had come to an end.

P1276206
The last road into Litang

I’d have liked to stop for a night and visit the Dalai Lama’s former residence but I didn’t have time. I hoped I wasn’t missing too much.

I wrote a bit in one of my last China blogs about the complaints of the Tibetans I’d met along the way who felt victimised and oppressed in China. The Dalai Lama has reminded me of a conversation I had a while ago with a Han-Chinese bloke about Tibet: he told me he couldn’t understand why the Tibetans had a problem. The Chinese had built them good roads, new schools and improved their standard of living massively. He also said he didn’t get why the Dalai Lama was idolised so much in the west. Apparently he’d called on Tibetans to attack Han-Chinese back in 2008 (The Chinese said that he was inciting violence around that time). It was because of that that Facebook is now blocked, apparently.

It concerns me that you can have such different accounts of a story or situation so close to each other, but it’s like so many places around the world where two different groups of people living together in one country. Perhaps the closest parallel would be drawn to the conversations I had in Turkey with Turks and Kurds regarding homeland and oppression.

I stopped for lunch in Litang and some local guys asked me if I was heading to Lhasa. I’ve been asked this a lot on this road – I’m very surprised people don’t know that us foreigners aren’t allowed in. I wonder what they’d say if they did know. If I were to keep heading west I’d reach the Central Tibetan border in a couple of days and be turned away at the police checkpoint.

P1276208
Litang – altitude a little over 4,000m making it one of the highest towns in the world

It was time for me to head south. It had been an exhausting ride but the hard part was still to come: the road to Shangri-La was even higher and far more remote. But more on that next time…

As a wise cyclist once wrote on a hostel wall: ‘G318 fuck me’.

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s