A culture change comes with the change in the landscape. The Tibetan culture recedes slowly into the background. Many Muslims live in the valley of the Yellow River, and the houses are reminiscent of pueblos. It feels like Central Asia. Today we leave this world behind us. We ride our motorbikes down winding roads on good asphalt, higher and higher into barren badland mountains. No animals, no plants. This is it; this must be the end of the world. The road goes higher and higher and then we are really there, at the end of the world. We look down, and we see, in front of us as far as the eye can see, the Qinghai Lake in all its glory.
At 3,200 metres, one can barely see the far shore of the lake. Wild ducks and screeching gulls fly overhead as we walk along the beach on the shore. We let the day die away while having a beer from our provisions.
Our Scouting Tour ends here. The next day, in Xining, we sit down together and review the route once more in our minds. We think about the stages, the routes, and the road conditions, and are unanimous in our conclusion that this China-to-Tibet motorbike tour is a perfect, unique experience and is, without a doubt, one of the most spectacular adventures that one can experience in China.