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This is a thrilling tour about a top-grade student in Hong Kong riding a bicycle to Tibet:aIn June 2009, it seems that she has been walking with death from the beginning of the journey. She can always smell its breath:When riding in Dongdashan at the altitude of 5,000 feet, she endured the tingling from the back of the head and the vomiting from the throat. She listened to the hail banged on the helmet.When she carries a large bag on the side of the road to catch a free ride, the local man in Xinjiang in the car sits as close as possible to her.When Ali shuttle bus crashes into the river at midnight, the car body is tilted at 50 degrees... Yes, there is no romance in the imagination. There are cliffs, uncultivated deserted land, swindlers and perverts on the road. But I still catches sight of sunset, moving scene of running horse group and devout pilgrims.a
This is a thrilling tour about a top-grade student in Hong Kong riding a bicycle to Tibet:aIn June 2009, it seems that she has been walking with death from the beginning of the journey. She can always smell its breath:When riding in Dongdashan at the altitude of 5,000 feet, she endured the tingling from the back of the head and the vomiting from the throat. She listened to the hail banged on the helmet.When she carries a large bag on the side of the road to catch a free ride, the local man in Xinjiang in the car sits as close as possible to her.When Ali shuttle bus crashes into the river at midnight, the car body is tilted at 50 degrees... Yes, there is no romance in the imagination. There are cliffs, uncultivated deserted land, swindlers and perverts on the road. But I still catches sight of sunset, moving scene of running horse group and devout pilgrims.a