Awoke at 0500hrs to the sound of drizzling rain upon my tent. The night was harsh, near zero degree Celsius air temperature made sleep partly tough, and the bustling rats and mice and birds checking my tent out of curiosity made it even worse.
After an early breakfast we started for Zhangye, a long days drive ahead. The pitter patter soon turned into a downpour, and only when we crossed Biandukou, a mountain pass close to 4000m that the rain stopped.
We had our lunch at the Hui minority village nearby. Our chief photographer, Mr Haha Lee and with the kind contribution from Chuan Lok, both have made pictures of the noodles owner and her son and we printed instant copies for them. If you live 80km to the nearest photo shop in town, a simple instant family photo is worth more than all the gold in the world. There is nothing compare to a quality family time together.
We continue our drive ascend to the top of mountain range reaching the peak at 4120.6m above sea level, passing spectacular sight of herds of wild mountain yaks.
A medium- sized town, Zhangye has long been an important stopover for caravans and travelers on the Silk Road. There are reports that even Marco Polo spent a whole year here.
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