I have mountains from close-up. I have lakes. I have (very) steep roads. I have tunnels. I have the Yellow River. I’m away from the cycling to eat the kilometres. From here the road goes up – on to the Tibetan Plateau.
A small mountain road at last
It was time for another good-bye – this time with Wendy. She gave me a postcard with all the vocab (and Chinese characters) I need on my trip forward. All the ways of saying hotel or room as well as restaurant and ice-cream.
Farewell to Wendy
Today was all about the Yellow River. I saw it brown. I saw it blue. I left it’s valley twice on very steep roads, only to return later. I also saw the Yellow River as a lake, and cycled along the brand new road skirting its shores, complete with some massive tunnels. The road is so new, there are no villages, and so nowhere to stay or eat. Time to roll out the tent.. ☺
The Yellow River
The Yellow River
The Yellow River Lake
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