China

(Journal below is in the direct Google Translation from the Chinese version.)

Waking up early in the morning, the sky was overcast.

This is the first time I have been riding for 78 days. The weather is not clear in the morning.

I hurried out of the room to see if it rained outside. Fortunately, there was still water in some parts of the road, but most of it was dry. So I told my teammate Kesava that we should start early.

The salad in the breakfast is again tomatoes and cucumbers-as if we were in Turkey at the beginning, which is the vast majority of salad side dishes during our ride. It's just the beginning of the Turkish trip, and today, in the small town of Zarkent in Kazakhstan, our trip is coming to an end.

Soon after the departure, there was light rain in the sky. I thought to myself, maybe this town, or a bigger one, said that this journey was saying goodbye to me. Over the past 79 days, everything is too rich, just like a dream, leaving a strong stroke in my life.

After getting on the main road, the rain did not decrease, but became heavier. The way home is always not easy, but my hope is on the other side of the road!

After a while, the rain stopped and we were cold. Back to the path, the last 14 kilometers to the Central Khorgos port.

Along the way, I couldn't help but put up such a playlist:

Hometown Cloud

country

Beijing welcomes you

Chengdu

"Taking heavy steps

The homecoming road is so long

When the breeze blowing gently

The fragrance of the native soil

Come back, come back

Wanderer

Come back, come back

I'm tired of drifting "

At the post in front of the border of Kazakhstan, after checking the passport, a dog bit my bag and the dog's saliva was sprinkled on my calf from time to time. I meditated in my heart not to be the last day, must not be bitten. At the same time, I also know that before this port, it seems that cyclists are not allowed to ride over, so that these dogs will be so strange and vigilant to us.

On the Kazakh side of the border, our formalities were quickly completed. As a result, there are at least 3 kilometers back and forth from the Kazakhstan port to the Chinese port on the other side, but from a distance, Khorgos, which stands tall, has seen economic development in the forefront of the Belt and Road The vitality of communicating with personnel.

Finally, finally, I saw the familiar five-star red flag and the familiar Song type bronzing characters:

Horgos Port of the People's Republic of China

(Journal below is in the direct Google Translation from the Chinese version.)

Early in the morning, go to the airport, fly to Urumqi, and finally reach Chengdu. Zeng Hongli, who helped us to edit the WeChat tweet of this 2018 Silk Road ride, waited for us early in the airport. It really gave me a surprise at the exit.

Then we took the subway line 10 into the city. I didn't have this subway when I left a year ago. Back at home, I might be shy or not good at expressing my emotions. I said hello to my mother like I usually do when I go home from school on weekends. There is no such sentimental or dramatic. But I know the worry, concern and expectation behind this greeting,

Supper, eating Sichuan cuisine, and also interpreting between Kesava and my mother. After that, Zeng Hongli and I took Kesava to walk around the city, Tianfu Square and Kuanzhai Alley. I seem to be a tourist looking at the surrounding grass and trees, but what about this feeling? In the past 80 days, even in the past 2 years, why have I tasted Europe and explored the Silk Road from the perspective of a stranger, and at the same time, things from my hometown are also far away from me, but no matter where I go Wherever, I know I am a Chinese, I am a Chengdu, here is my home.

Arriving home, I felt so rest assured.