I left Kangding (2200 mt) I cycled for 5 hours an ascent of 40 km long to cross the first mountain pass, to 4298 mt. I arrived there super exhausted; due to the clouds the visibility wasn’t more than 20 or 30 m and the temperature was 3 º C. That was the gateway to Tibet As a postcard: snowed peaks, crystal-clear rivers, stone houses and Tibetan people with their unmistakable features.
During 8 days I lived on the edge, cycling hard and bearing the extreme conditions of the desert. So, I crossed the Gobi and I knew its people and their customs. Mongolia is one of those places where you travel to the past. Exciting, moving, unique!
Beijing is not an image of the China’s Communist but a huge and modern city. There, I stayed two weeks, I got a sponsor, I visited the Great Wall, the Forbidden City and I was interested to understand one of the main problems of the country, "the population growth".
I stayed in Korea during 3 weeks, it was August, 2010 and the rainy season was running its course. The distances between the main cities were not more than 150 or 160 km, thereby when it rained I preferred to get soaked cycling than camping.
Japan is a wonderful country to travel by bicycle; it is clean and safe with amazing forests, rivers, mountains, beaches, countless temples and its culture. In Kyoto I met a geisha, who are entertainment professionals; thereby they study musical instruments, the tea ceremony and Japanese dance, literature and poetry.
I entered to China through the south, along the Yellow Sea. I had great expectations; I was happy and curious, because although it had passed 20 years from the new policy of reform and opening, allowing the entry to tourists, China still remains under the aura of mystery.
In Vietnam there are more than 50 ethnic groups and most of them live in the northern mountainous area of the country. Their fields are on terraces, built in the mountains where they grow mainly rice and corn. They live in wooden houses and in a very primitive way
I was in Lao, it was noon and it was too hot. I had problems with the bike, thereby I hitchhiked, but during three hours just few vehicles passed and none picked me up. I was in a mountainous area without water and food, and 30 km far from the nearest town. "I have to manage by myself" I thought again.
Cycling through the north of Thailand I stopped in a Monks School. According to Ven, a thai monk, the country, the family and the daily life of the Thai people are bound to the religion. All the men must be monks a short stage of their lives, traditionally the time that pass in a temple…