This place is inherently religious, and the Potala Palace is a large-scale building that integrates palaces, pagodas, Buddhist halls, monks' residences, sutra halls, and courtyards. Not to mention the history he has experienced, just based on its shape, he is
The significance of Tibet is fully worthy of his title of "Pearl on the Roof of the World".
If you take into account the age of this palace, Han Qi can understand it no matter how high the fee to visit is.
When you arrive at a new place, take photos first.
Although I don’t know why these tourists are sitting on the ground, if you don’t participate and just watch them from behind, and look at the Potala Palace in the distance, which is extremely sacred under the setting sun, then there are definitely many such scenes.
A rare scene in a person's life.
Potala Palace Square is not very big, but it has dense flow of people and many small vendors.
Han Qi found a place where there were not many people, took out his guitar, bag and the QR code for collecting money and placed them on the ground.
"Hey, hey, hey!" someone yelled and ran towards Han Qi, "You can't sing here, brother, please find another place!"
"ah?"
The visitor is a Tibetan. Although they are dressed in modern clothes, their faces easily give them away, and their accents are also different from those in the mainland. Maybe they are the staff here?
But I clearly saw someone singing.
If there were no singers in the square with so many people, Han Qi probably wouldn't perform a street performance here, but just over two hundred meters away from him, a young man was singing happily with a guitar...
Find someone to take care of him.
Han Qi pointed at the person singing over there without saying a word, his eyes full of doubts.
"Oh, if you put this away, you can." He was talking about the QR code that Han Qi put on the front of his guitar bag.
oh.
Then I will sing nonsense!
Slip away.
What are you doing here if you can't sing? I've looked around this square twice, and I can't enter the Potala Palace. It's better to come back another day when I can enter the Potala Palace. As for now... I still need to find a place to eat.
It's more important.
Today is my birthday, so it’s not too much to eat a little expensive, right?
When Han Qi was in Chengcheng, he felt that travel ratings were probably related to food, but he never had much money, so he hadn't had a few big meals until now. But today is a special day, and Han Qi decided to budget for today's dinner.
It can be a little higher.
Checked the balance.
Four thousand two.
In the past half month, Han Qi's money, which used to be more than 10,000 yuan, has shrunk by more than half from buying bicycles, buying supplies, and miscellaneous expenses along the way.
Calculate it as a thousand... Han Qi thought.
But it’s not good to be so expensive for one person. I’d like to ask Zhang Shuhao if he can come.
After getting into a taxi, Han Qi said: "Bakuo Street."
"Well, handsome guy, are you looking for a place to eat?"
Don't ask the driver to ask this question. At this time, most of the people from the Potala Palace to Barkhor Street are going to eat. After all, tourists from other places who come to Lhasa only know a few scenic spots.
Unlike locals, we don’t know many cheap and delicious restaurants.
"Yes." Han Qi said.
"Your accent is probably from Tianfu, right? I'm from Neijiang, and you."
"Me too."
"I'll go... isn't that a fellow countryman?" The driver turned back to look at Han Qi, thinking that this young man is really handsome, "fellow fellow, if you want to eat well, I suggest you don't go to Barkhor Street. You can play there.
, it’s okay to buy things, but the food I cook is really mediocre.”
Han Qi called Zhang Shuhao and asked, "What do you think the food is delicious?"
The driver shook his head and said, "That's what I said. You probably thought I was asking you to get a kickback. So, tell me what price you want to eat, and I will recommend it to you."
After the call was connected, Han Qi said: "Wait a moment..."
Zhang Shuhao is still sleeping. He was woken up by Han Qi's phone call. After hearing that Han Qi was treating him to dinner for his birthday today, he agreed without much thought... He was worried about where to fix dinner. This phone call also
It solved his urgent need.
After hanging up the phone, Han Qi said to the driver: "First go to the youth hotel on Tibetan Hospital Road to pick someone up. As for the meal...it's less than a thousand yuan. The main reason is that I just arrived in Lhasa today and it happens to be my birthday. I want to find a good environment."
A nice restaurant.”
"Oh oh oh, happy birthday." The driver started the vehicle and merged into the traffic on the highway, and then said: "Then the Potala Palace, there is the Snow God Palace here, this restaurant is very famous in Lhasa, it should be said to be the most authentic
The most upscale Tibetan restaurant, but it also has Sichuan cuisine.”
“Does the Tibetan restaurant also have Sichuan food?”
The driver laughed and said: "This question... do you know what kinds of restaurants there are in Tibet?"
"I don't know." Han Qi shook his head. He had some understanding of the scenic spots here, but he didn't know much about the Tibetan food style.
"It is mainly divided into three types. One is our Sichuan restaurant, the other is Tibetan food, and then there are Nepali restaurants. Lhasa mainly focuses on Sichuan food and Tibetan food. In fact, many Tibetan restaurants now sell Sichuan food, unless they are small teahouses."
Han Qi listened to the driver's information and nodded clearly.
Indeed, Sichuan cuisine now occupies half of China, and you can see more or less Sichuan cuisine restaurants everywhere.
The driver continued: "If you want to eat some Western desserts for your birthday, it is around Yanjing Road. There are many tourists here. Almost every hotel restaurant will prepare Western food, and there are also many cake shops...
"
He also introduced some Tibetan foods such as sweet tea, butter tea, etc. Han Qi also listened silently, nodding in agreement from time to time.
Although he has eaten many of them, it is quite interesting to listen to the driver talk about the mountains. After all, when eating, he does not think about how the food is made and what the allusions are behind it.
The daughter of a taxi driver would probably be very happy... This thought suddenly appeared in Han Qi's mind.
After all, he is so good at telling stories.
After driving for ten minutes, Han Qi picked up Zhang Shuhao who was standing on the roadside.
Zhang Shuhao wore a set of clothes that he had never seen before while riding. He took a shower and shaved. Now he looks quite handsome except for being a little darker, and he is in good spirits. After all, he rode all the way here, and he couldn't be in Lhasa.
Altitude sickness occurs in this place of more than 2,000 altitudes.
After a good sleep, Zhang Shuhao felt like he was alive. After getting in the car, he said to Han Qi: "Happy birthday."
"Hey, I'm from Wanwan." The driver recognized the accent again.
"Yes, I came from Wanwan."
The driver was chatting enthusiastically and asked curiously: "What's the situation like there now? How is the economy? I went there once more than ten years ago. At that time, I felt that Wanwan was very developed... By the way, fellow countryman, think about it.
Have you eaten somewhere? I can drive."
Han Qi recalled the restaurants he introduced before and said, "Then let's go to Snow God Palace."
