What's the crazyest gameplay you can think of?

There are so many people who, in order to realize their ideals, run to Lhasa, travel through Lake Baikal without support, and drift alone to the Yellow River...

Behind all seemingly incredible acts are revealing their deep love for the sport and their enthusiasm for life. (Image and text are from "Outdoor Adventure" magazine February 2018)

In this issue of the magazine, we want to talk to you about a group of people who slow down the travel speed in various ways. They do not use any motivation to use their physical ability as the driving force for advancement, and they independently determine the way to explore the world and slow down the march. The speed, feel more deeply on the road.

In this way, freedom, environmental protection, and super cool, every inch of land that passes underneath can bring a sense of belonging—this is human travel.

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May this life not live. Next, after a ceremonious New Year, read a new book that can grow up to new knowledge and go to a distant place that is not far away. In this magazine, you will see:

The Luo coffin from Chengdu took seven months to cross the Eurasia and U.S. Route 66 in a skating manner. He lived on a hundred-year-old house on the road, lived in characteristic bed and breakfasts and tents, and once fell in the worst, he was helped by a hawker selling honey on the road.

Xu Jiangjun, a practitioner of human travel, was undoubtedly a test of perseverance before he set off on a walk to Lake Baikal in order to adapt to the cold weather.

The thin-looking Yiyi spent more than 150 days with his companions. He ran from Hangzhou to Lhasa using running methods. The good-looking Tibetan grandmother and stunning beautiful scenery were all paid by her legs. And in return for the return.

Cycling is probably the most common way of the topic of human travel. He Yang started from Denver, rode his folding bike all the way across the United States, once struggling against the wind and heavy rain, and also encountered 70-year-old who also loved to ride. The old man went to talk with him and finally arrived in Seattle.

Lin Min, a beard of beard, was an early domestic long-board player. He spent 5 months from Fuzhou to Tibet and went to Lhasa. He also went all the way to the north and spent more than four months sliding to Mohe in the northeast. He is a toy and a career.

In addition to these land-based trips, Semite spent 234 days drifting the Yellow River with canoes. He said:

Perhaps every traveler aspires to more freedom and wants to find a more authentic self on the road.

The most exciting and most desirable part of human travel is precisely the unexpected encounters of all the way. Scraping shoulders with danger again and again and again and again encounter kindness and touch, and these are the human travelers who have come to harvest the greatest wealth.

When you have time, it's better to slow down and come to a manpower tour.

The 150-day running journey may be a dream. There are meteors flying across the sky in the dream. There are beautiful white-lipped deer, and there are numerous gatherings and separations. Those strangers are in the deepest dreams.

- Hong Yi

Run to Lhasa

Running to Lhasa is, indeed, a stupid thing. After all, it takes just over two hours to fly. But at a height of a few kilometers, you will find time is particularly small. Make a stay, take a nap, have not had time to write down the phone next to the handsome guy, arrived at the destination. It may not take time to get in and out of the way.

At the same distance, the landscapes and people encountered can be turned into countless possibilities because of the extension of time. The mileage is no longer a cold number, but a lively story. I think whether it is riding or driving, or the way we travel like this, although it is not the same, it is all about slowing down and enjoying the countless unknowns and possibilities.

During those 150 days and nights, we ran in deserted mountains and stayed on the mountainside, on the banks of the river, and in lonely nights.

The road is not as exciting as it was imagined, and there are not so many stories of ups and downs. But those ordinary people and ordinary things are the most able to reach the heart. Whenever I recall it, I feel very touched and happy.

Warm - The night before arriving in Shangri-La, it coincided with the last day of the Dong Torch Festival. We went to the Haba Snow Mountain Observation Deck. Several scattered shops were all closed and the festival was held under the mountain. The bright torches illuminated the village under the mountain. I watched the crowd dancing in the darkness. From time to time, there were lively songs and laughter that came to the hills. The hustle and bustle of the mountains makes the mountains even more lonely.

"Go to the front viewing platform and tent."

At that moment, we were homesick. Together with the thought of homesickness, there was no courage to move forward.

"You sleep here."

At a flat viewing platform, a dark, thin man called us. Meet people at that moment, instantly diluting the loss of the heart. The man opened a large open space on this hill and built a row of houses for renting someone else to sell something special. A large open space in the middle is reserved for people crossing the road.

Because there was an old man on the mountain, they did not go to the mountains tonight, but the family roasted and chatted around the stove. Their Mandarin is not standard, with a strong accent.

We learned from the fact that the man was telling us that the way to get in and out of the parking lot at night would be closed. It was safe to tie tents here. Men's children are particularly lively and not afraid of people. We have been curious about our tents and we chatted with us in the same standard Mandarin.

The boy's grandmother stood aside and looked at us with a smile on his face. When we prepared to boil the noodles, my grandmother came to pull us: “Go eat, eat.” Grandma does not speak Mandarin at all, and is “translated” by the person next to him.

Repeatedly declined, but could not stand the grandmother's enthusiasm. She pushed the door open, brightened the dim light and began to work.

There was a stove in the small room. The lamb was simmering on the stove, and the potatoes and buckwheat flour were baked. The smell of food filled with air kept the cold and exhaustion of the night away from the door.

Grandma put buckwheat into our hands while adding firewood: “I eat more, and I’m welcome.”

The hot air of the stove rises, and people's eyes are wet, blurring the line of sight. On the road, I often suffer from hunger and a full meal. As long as we have no food, we can only eat as much as we can. But on that day we had a very sumptuous dinner. It came from a plain old man.

I think this is the charm of travel. I never know what I will encounter in the next moment. Is it a surprise or an accident?

Companion - Many people ask me what is the most memorable thing on the road. Naturally, overseas - we run together. On the way, nothing impressive happened between us. In the 150 days that I and I supported each other and accompanied each other, it was not just a single sentence, but an instant that made me unforgettable. Because every light, every star, every hurricane on the road is related to him.

The figure of Qiaobei has accompanied me through 4700 kilometers.

Many people say that we can go to Lhasa with deep feelings for each other. In fact, when deep feelings have been exhausted, it is more of our dedication to the end and the good things in human nature that support us on the road.

I thought of running to Lhasa on the last day of February 2017. On March 7th, I established a couple relationship with Qiaobei. The middle has been separating the two places. On April 14th, I embarked on this distant journey together. .

We have not had time to enjoy the sweetest moments of early love between lovers, and we began a crashed, exhausted journey. The two young people who barely knew how to bow their heads had suffered in the face of love and life.

Almost every day will quarrel. The reasons for arguing are trivial: how to load luggage, which way to go, where to set up a tent, when to cook a fire, etc. These will become the fuse of quarrel. The most fierce quarrel was on the way to Linzhi.

I shed tears on the fence of Panshan Highway and bit her lip to stop crying. He leaned on the trolley and his face was gloomy. The dog he met on the way stood on his cart and choked from time to time.

"Let's break up and break up in Lhasa." Silent for a long time, overseas Chinese said.

I dropped the trolley case on the floor: "Why wait until Lhasa?

We are more than a cold and decisive one. That was the 141th day we were on the road and we have run more than 4,200 kilometers. Why didn't we think about turning and leaving, but we are not only lovers, but also companions.

We cannot abandon our own companions, and we will not be willing to let our dreams die - and I know in my heart that this is the only chance to go to Lhasa and it is impossible to return again after the interruption.

We managed to go to Lhasa with such reluctance. We did not propose marriage, we did not have a romantic confession, but we were deeply exhausted. At that time, I always thought that after experiencing heavy rain, hunger, intense heat, hail, and heavy snowfall, perhaps nothing would separate me from overseas.

Just over 150 days in the morning and evening, seems to have overdrawn all the beauty in love. After endless quarrels, those feelings were also consumed and there was only silence between us.

After returning to life, he returned to Beijing and I stayed in Shanghai. It's more than a matter of time. Suffering really does not separate us, but trivial life will.

For me, only by understanding the truth of life can I make myself love life.

—— Semet

Yellow River Miles

“For humans, there is no such thing as an unknown area on the earth. You are still exploring adventures. Isn't it funny?” One of the fans asked me.

In fact, no matter whether it is unknown or known, it is the universe that already exists. No matter whether it is the past or the modern, people who like to explore are just trying to find out from the cage of civilization that they constructed.

Even though I passed the area explored by others, as long as no one can use the original pure human tool like canoe to cross this water area. For me, it is a huge world first adventure.

Get to know the truth of life - I know that I can't stay too long, fear is more terrible than the rapids, it can easily disintegrate people's self-confidence and destroy people's instincts. The longer I rest, the less courage I will face the next more dangerous torrent.

Re-adjusting his breathing, trying to empty himself. After quietly passing through a few turns, a loud noise came in front of him and the water mist was rising in front of him. It was like if there were thousands of horses coming from the water and the drums rang out like a sea, and it made me The internal organs are so raw and sore.

I have already seen the rotating wall of water in front of me, with an arrogant gesture of defiance of beings, and it seems that there is a soul of the first warrior.

From my fear, the rubber boat was swept by the water like an arrow from the string, and I tried to rush from the lower part of the water wall on the left. However, if it was not used, the water flow could not be turned. Give up urgently and adjust the head of the boat to face the front.

From the water wall, it was discovered that the waves lining the lower reaches of the river were not horizontal but they were inclined at an angle of about 30 degrees on the river. If they continued to head towards the water, they would be bound by waves at 30 degrees. Rollover.

This kind of situation is familiar, I once encountered in the sea on the eve of a typhoon. Take a deep breath and clench the paddle, 3, 2, and 1, in the moment when the boat hits the wave, yells and pours the whole force into the left hand, violently one oar, rapidly turning the boat head, and rolling the waves 90 degrees relative.

After hearing a few loud noises, the world was suddenly quiet. I was buried in the water and my brain was unable to think. I just struggled with instinct and tried to get out of the water. A few seconds later, the boat head was arched high and I completely lost the ability to control the boat.

The spray was like magic, and the rubber boat was erected instantly. It was a very strange feeling when I was put down. It's like I don't know when I flew to the top of the cliff. I looked down upon myself in the canyon and was rolled like a dough. When the two self-composing eyes meet each other and understand each other, the time has come to dictate and we have tried our best.

With a bang, the boat was pulled back into the water, and I instantly recovered from awakeness. I was still alive and still sitting in the boat. Quickly adjust your posture to cope with the vortex. The rubber boat became very heavy and heavy, and I took the strength of my milk to allow the boat to stop spinning and leave the vortex area.

Although the rubber boat has a skirt, the white water is fierce, the skirt is directly ignored, and the boat is filled with water and it becomes difficult to control.

Originally, a paddle could turn a 90-degree bend and fill the boat behind the water. It takes 3~4 paddles to turn over. The wave skirt was lifted and the water was poured out. There was already a rumble of water in front of it. Although the most dangerous torrent was over, I did not want to wreck it in the gutter and lose it on the next torrent.

In the following turbulent flow, I did not take it lightly. In the gap between the torrents, I even remembered a previous conversation:

The torrent stopped at a water burial site in Yangqu Village. The water flow became gentle. The banks of the river were filled with the smell of carrion. I sat on the shore, and there was a moment in my mind, a blank.

Life originally originated from the sea, and the canoe was a primitive human stroke. This tranquility away from the hustle and bustle of the land gave me an illusion to see the essence of life and to see the inner self. It confuses me to explore the depths of the sea with a single oar, to empty myself, to try to see the world independently of the outside world.

Simply speaking, climbing 8000 meters in winter is a game with the day. So for a long time, this idea was considered to be a "crazy fantasy.

Anti-season climbing and day games

There are always people in the world who will, in a near-crazy manner, expand their lives and expand the world and make the world wonder. No matter how difficult the process is.

The worst thing about mountaineering is bad weather. Sometimes waiting for a suitable window period, it takes 10 days and a half months or even longer in BC (base camp) to be normal.

On February 17, 1980, this empty word became true. At about 14:25 in the afternoon, Leszek Cichy and Krzysztof Wielicki stood on the summit of Mount Everest, which plagued the challenges of the world’s climbing community for nearly 200 years—whether it was possible to reach the peak of 8000 meters in winter—and was perfectly flawed by two Poles. .

Since then, the world's top climbers have seen a new world, and the national team is secretly swaying.

As of January 17, 2018, 13 of the world's 14 8000-meter peaks have completed the anti-season summit, leaving only one K2.

Poland: Delayed Climbing Nation

In 36 years, the top climbers from 6 countries made 13 out of 8000+ in the off season. Among them, 9 were won by the Poles and the remaining 4 were from Italy, Kazakhstan, Canada, Pakistan and Spain. The climber finishes.

In 36 years, a total of 20 people reached the top for the first time in winter 13 8,000+, of which 15 were from Poland. On January 17th, 2018, another Polish climbing team arrived at the K2 base camp. Maybe this time they can take the last offseason 8000+ and draw a perfect period for a climbing era.

Poland, a nearly magical nation, three times destroyed the country, and three rebirths, gave birth to Copernicus and Chopin, established the first university in Central Europe, created the first democratic constitution in Europe, and today the overall economy is still hovering European "third-line" national standards.

The Poles have two genes in their bones: freedom and tenacity, which urges them to "do something difficult when they are strong, but they never die when they fall." Such characteristics have also been engraved in the field of climbing.

It can be said that the counter-season climb of the 8000+ Xuefeng is a battle between the Poles and the world.

In 1980, the Polish mountaineering team took photos before the Everest Base Camp.

Poland's "nature" in mountain climbing is not in themselves, but out of the helplessness of the times. At the time when the Soviet Union and the Soviet Union were in the Cold War, communist Poland, which had not yet been detached from the Soviet Union, was not allowed to participate in any overseas visits. When the brothers in the neighboring countries went to the top of the world one after another, the Poles could only stay home. Be a guest.

Despite some disappointment, Polish climbers were not discouraged. Since you can't go abroad, look for opportunities in your country. Thus, the Tatras on the border between Poland and Slovakia became the first targets of these young people.

Among all the climbers, one was very different. He called Andrej Zawada, the first climber allowed by the government to go abroad in the 1970s, and also built a dream for Polish climbers to climb the 8,000-meter peak in the off-season. people. It is no exaggeration to say that he was the enlightenment teacher who created the "Winter Climbing Kingdom" in Poland.

When Zawada finished climbing all the big targets in Tatras, he began to think: "Why not try to climb the high altitude snow mountains in the winter?"

In the winter of 1974, Zawada stood at an altitude of about 8,200 meters above Lhotse and claimed that Mount Everest could reach the summit in winter in 10 years. This allowed the Polish climbers to see the opportunity to catch up with the rest of the world and recover the lost time. At the time, they not only wanted to climb, but also wanted to write history.

In 1980, Polish climbers marched ambitiously toward Mount Everest under the guidance of Zawada.

At 14:25 pm on February 17, 1980, at the base camp of Everest, there was a satellite phone call from Polish climber Krzysztof:

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