17岁的最后一天,在318国道上度过,这是我西藏骑行之旅的第十天,而十天之前,对于车对于路,我还完全是个小白。身上没有钱,早上八点过,我们在红龙乡咽了两个馒头、几口咸菜就出发了。抵达理塘时天色尚早,十点多,我们进城取钱觅食。难受的是,在去取钱的路上有好多好吃的,但是没有钱我们只能咽口水叫骂着骑车与美食擦肩而过。“世界第一高城”对于我们的意义是什么呢?大概就是带给了我们这几天油水最足的一顿饭,而且物美价廉。 On the last day of 17 years, spent on State Road 318, which is the tenth day of my Tibet Journey, and ten days ago, I was still completely inattentive to the road to the car. There is no money, eight o’clock in the morning, we swallow two buns in the Red Dragon Township, a few mouthfuls of pickles on the departure. When arrived in Litang, the weather is still early, ten o’clock, we went to the city to get money for food. Uncomfortable is that in the way to get money has a lot of delicious, but no money we can only swallow swore scolded ride and food pass by. “The world’s highest city ” What is the significance for us? Probably brought us the most oil and water meals these days, but also inexpensive.