Stepping out of Lhasa station, I felt my feet soft and soft, like stepping on cotton. Although my backpack was not heavy, I clearly felt myself panting involuntarily. Looking back at Lhasa Station, it was solemn and solemn, intending to take photos as a souvenir, but suddenly realizing that photography was prohibited outside the station. I had to walk towards the exit with regret.

After leaving Lhasa Station, I saw that the things in front of me were not much different from those in the mainland, with the same buildings and the same roads. Some people may feel scared when they arrive in unfamiliar places, but this place is as familiar as ever.

In front of the familiar taxi stands the familiar drivers who operate the familiar "carpooling" business... They negotiate the price to get on the car, wait for the car to fill up before driving, and get off to pay when they reach the destination. Unexpectedly, this mainland trading method has been introduced to Tibet.

I wanted to go to Beijing West Road, but the driver informed me of the price of thirty. I immediately discounted the price to fifteen and felt a bit helpless. He advised me that this was a regular price, but based on my experience in taking taxis in mainland China, especially at the entrance of various stations, it is an excellent location for taxis to attract customers. I waved my hand and said, it's okay, I'm looking for another car!

The driver saw my cold attitude and ran without looking back to recruit other customers. I was thinking, this is not in line with common sense! Based on my experience of taking a taxi in mainland China, he should continue to pester me to negotiate the price, but this master's reaction actually made me feel a bit disappointed.

I have been inquiring all the way, and the answers are all thirty. At this point, I was convinced and casually found a car, sitting obediently inside waiting to drive.

After waiting for a long time, I began to feel a bit unwilling again. I took out my phone and opened the taxi app, only to be surprised to see that it cost more than 60 yuan to reach Beijing West Road... I was a bit surprised and couldn't believe my eyes, so I repeatedly checked several times before fully, honestly, and obediently recognizing reality.

Later I learned that, first, the security environment and tourism supervision system in Xizang are extremely strict, and second, most Tibetans are more simple and lovely than Han people.

Sitting in a taxi, looking out the windows at the buildings, they flew past, familiar yet novel to me. Some of the windows and roofs of the houses had some Tibetan style decorations, and it was only slowly that I realized the faint Tibetan flavor.

I got off the car at the entrance of the Bakuo Mall, and across from me was the inn I had booked.

The reserved room is on the fourth floor, and across the window is the bustling Ba Kuo Street Mall. The constant flow of people is no different from usual, but from time to time, they pass by a few elderly people shaking prayer wheels and wearing Tibetan robes, pulling my thoughts back to the Tibetan area.

At noon, it was the peak season, and Beijing West Road, a two-way four lane road, was filled with cars. The honking of horns kept coming and going, all because there were many tricycles and pedestrians interspersed between the cars, causing the entire road to flow slowly and be congested. However, people seemed to have become accustomed to this kind of life, although it was slow but patient.

I lay on the windowsill, looking at the flow of people and vehicles on the road, feeling a bit dazed. After a while, I found my body cold, feeling even colder inside than outside. After careful consideration, it is estimated that Xizang does not have centralized heating as in the north, and heating can only be achieved by air conditioners and electric heaters, while most inns have neither heating nor air conditioners, and the only way of heating is electric mattresses

The low temperature indoors made it difficult for me to sit and lie down, so I picked up my camera and prepared to go out. I went to Beijing West Road, Potala Palace, and Yaowang Mountain, which were the only few scenic spots I knew. I know that Beijing West Road leads west to the Potala Palace, but I plan to visit again the next day. Today, let's go climb the Medicine King Mountain opposite the Potala Palace first. In addition to taking photos with the Potala Palace, you can also take photos of the scenery on the back for 50 yuan.

There are really many tourists on Yaowang Mountain. I put in a lot of effort to squeeze into the observation deck and saw people taking photos as a souvenir. Among them was a college student who had not yet graduated, holding a 50 yuan RMB photo of the Potala Palace.

Perhaps because he had a kind face and a bit of social anxiety, I took the initiative to approach him and said, "Hi, buddy, can you also take a photo of me?" He turned around and happily took my phone, taking a photo of me and the Potala Palace. After taking the photos, I don't know where my next destination is. The inn is so cold, maybe sunbathing on Yaowang Mountain is also a good choice.

Unexpectedly, this brother didn't know where to go next, so he decided to sunbathe with me. Until the sun was about to set, I remembered seeing a noodle shop when I came. In order to taste the fresh food, I suggested going with him. He happily walked with me, so I took this new acquaintance to stroll around the alleys along the Beijing road.

I think I have let down his trust in me. I am also a new tourist who dares to lead others to find a restaurant. This search lasted for over an hour, and we both felt weak and hungry. We were dizzy and dizzy from walking. It was really "one dares to lead, one follows". It was really embarrassing. When I found the noodle shop, I found that it had already closed

We looked at each other, but for some reason, we were stubborn. Since we had already stated that we wanted to eat hidden noodles, we must eat them! We endured hunger and continued to search for other noodle shops. Finally, we found a Tibetan noodle shop on an unknown roadside and had a bowl of Tibetan fried noodles.

The experience of hiding noodles in this bowl is not very good. The noodles taste neither strong nor delicious, and the taste is average, but it fills our stomachs. Fortunately, we are both young people, so we don't care about anything.

On the way back to the inn, we somehow arrived at the Jokhang Temple. It was already over 9 pm and most shops were closed. However, the temple was still brightly lit and the road was still bustling with people. Except for a few tourists in the crowd, most of them are Tibetans who have turned temples. They crawl step by step, leaving their equally long heads on the bluestone slabs, and it is unknown how many more turns they need to make.

And the entrance of Jokhang Temple is crowded with believers kowtowing their heads, constantly repeating the same five body prostration in place, tirelessly and devoutly. Seeing such a scene makes me both awe and fear. The atmosphere formed by Tibetans expressing their faith in this way invisibly makes my scalp tingle

Leaving the Jokhang Temple, I really feel tired. Returning to the inn, I just want to get a good sleep quickly. But when I lay in bed, I couldn't sleep anymore

I was tossing and turning in bed, my head getting increasingly dizzy. I know, this may be a case of a backlash. Fortunately, it wasn't that serious, at most during the most intense moment, it made me want to run to the bathroom and vomit.

I burned a pot of hot water in a daze, drank half of it intermittently, and slowly felt better. After tossing and turning for half the night, I finally fell asleep.