Alright, here it is: the one you've all been waiting for! The trip to Bai Ma was by far the best field trip of the entire trip.
As usual, we were fed a vast amount of misinformation prior to our departure. We were first told that we would be spending the weekend in a "Tibetan village." Well, funnily enough, the Bai Ma (White Horse) people do not actually consider themselves ethnically Tibetan. We were also told that it would be a 5 hour drive; at 7am on the morning of our departure we were told it was actually a 7 hour drive (it took 12). We were also told that there would not be mountains . . . we knew this could not possibly be true if we were heading
five seven twelve hours "West" (still not exactly sure where we went), and luckily, we were right.
The beginning of the drive was nice even though we had 14 people in a rather small van, and got even better when we reached the mountains after only about 3 hours. However, we stopped at an absolutely atrocious bathroom and "restaurant" for lunch. I'm trying not to remember just how dirty everything was, but I will say that we were served, among other MSG-laden things, an entire chicken in a bowl.
However, once we were back on the road it was much better. The mountain scenery and small roadside villages were absolutely beautiful -- many of them had been reconstructed after the earthquake in 2008. The drive was a little anxiety-inducing, as we took it rather fast and everyone passes each other in the oncoming lane while leaning on horn, but the scenery was lovely.
After a full day of driving (and a stop at a random temple that, while beautiful, halted our progress for 2 hours), we stopped briefly at a village on the way:
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| Several group members were excited when they discovered marijuana growing freely nearby. |
We stopped again not too long after when we rounded a bend and discovered a gorgeous, immense reservoir:
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| The picture doesn't even begin to do the colors justice. |
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| Who knew there was an observatory tucked up there? |
Unfortunately, we were stopped just around the bend. A crane was taking up both lanes for some construction. We were told it would only be 15 minutes; we instantly inferred it would be several hours. However, the weather was absolutely perfect and the view was sublime, so we didn't mind much. After only an hour we were moving again, taking hairpin turns at an incredibly terrifying speed, until . . . we saw a landslide ahead!
It turns out that it was artificially caused by a crane farther up the hill; it was just rather inconvenient for them to choose that particular time to do so.
A second crane pushed the debris down the cliffside to clear the path for us.
We finally got moving again - it was now nearly 7pm and would soon be dark. But we were rewarded with incredible views once we made our way past the reservoir.
I'm having internet problems with uploading the last few pictures, so I'll have to leave the tales of our incredible-though-brief stay in the village until later. We're all feeling a bit melancholy that this is our last day together, so I'm off to try to make the most of it. I won't be long.