As a landscape photographer who has long been accustomed to traveling alone, my first solo trip was not because of photography.
In 2011, when I was a sophomore in college, as an artistic youth, I joined the school cycling association. In the summer vacation of 2011, I proposed to go to Lhasa by bike in the association. At that time, it was not like now. In those days, the Internet wasn’t as developed and there weren’t as many digital maps.
Not many people ride into Tibet every year. We have studied it carefully for a long time, and we have never had such experience before. Finally, we have the courage to finalize this plan.
But I, a literary youth, suddenly decided not to go with everyone before I left.
I remember very well that one night, I finished reading a book, which is very famous, it’s called “don’t go or die,” written by a Japanese cycling traveler.
After watching the whole body excited, feel that the journey, must be a person to complete their own, can not rely on and rely on, can self redemption to achieve the sublimation of the soul.
So I filled with blood to play a paragraph of words to the group, meaning is probably, I want to go first, a person ride to Lhasa, and not with you. Then went to the balcony to smoke a cigarette, feel oneself cow drive bad.
The next day I woke up and had a rush. Finished, regret, began to be afraid, not careful this force installed big.
At that time is not like now, never a person travel, or ride a bike to Lhasa this kind of journey, but the cow force blow hard scalp also want to go up, that how to do?
So the next two months, a person to do the strategy, make plans.
Finally, at the end of July, 2011, a man set off from the school gate by bike.
The initial experience is that it will teach you how to face all the unknown situations alone, how to plan your own journey, and how to solve problems without relying on others in emergencies.
In the end, a person can travel more to feel the freedom of freedom, which is related to personal character.
After all, not everyone thinks it’s refreshing to be blown high on the top of a mountain at -30c in the early hours of the morning. But for me, who was shooting stars at the time, it was the words that came true:
Body in hell, soul in heaven.