We spend the night in a rustic Tibetan town and eat dinner in a pleasant (and, above all, warm) restaurant. The reason we chose this restaurant? Outside of it was a sign: Good restaurant run by good-looking Chongqing girls. Who could say no to that?
The following morning, we cross the province border to Sichuan. Waiting for us is a 4700 metre pass that we must get over before we can reach the Tibetan high plateau. This bleak landscape presents a barren, white and brown appearance to us: hostile and attractive at the same time so that we don’t know whether we are welcome or whether we should stay away. The viewer’s breast, otherwise breathing with difficulty in the thin air, swells nobly at the sight.
After 4000 bends in the road, we are over the pass and are now at an altitude of 4000 metres, an altitude that we will not be leaving any time soon.
A barren valley tapered under our spinning wheels, and the sun shows us the way to the bizarre Haize lake area. We sun ourselves on a beach; there are steep, snowy mountains in the background, and the water is only slightly above the freezing point.