
Un peu de piste pour commencer. Photo Thomas BREGARDIS

Avec de temps a autre de la verdure. Photo Thomas BREGARDIS

Le camping-car veille. Photo Thomas BREGARDIS

Sous le soleil… Photo Thomas BREGARDIS

Vaste etendue. Photo Thomas BREGARDIS

Un desert de pierres. Photo Thomas BREGARDIS

Et encore une belle ligne droite. Photo Thomas BREGARDIS

Petits chinois. Photo Thomas BREGARDIS

D162 – 73.4Km
SUNDAY, MAY 28
N41 33.930 E95 17.901 (1741m) – N40 57.247 E95 30.691 (1582m)
73.4 Km – 10H24′
The province of Gansu is part of the Western and poorest provinces of the Peoples’ Republic of China. Economic development mostly affects the Eastern part of the country, which is also the most heavily populated. Once, the caravans on the silk route crossed the mountains and deserts of Gansu and stopped in the oasis towns. The climate is particularly dry and this province is smaller and narrower than the Xijiang province. We are going through its capital, Lanzhou, which we will reach after going through the Hexi corridor, a narrow passage between two mountain ranges.
It’s dead calm on highway 312: there are no bees, in spite of the trucks full of hives which continue to go by. There are lots of heavy vehicles on this road and unfortunately it isn’t rare to see overturned trucks by the side of the road. It’s always spectacular.
Serge, in the featherweight category, took a track along the highway this morning. It was quieter and further away from potential bees… But the roughness of the terrain soon brought him back to the highway again. The scenery is gorgeous: desert as far as the eye can see with hills, blocks of red granite, black rocks and a bit of vegetation and heather.
At kilometer 59, Serge reached an intersection near the city of Liuyuan, to the south of highway 215, which leads to Dunhuang. This site is well known for the Buddhist grottos of Magao, which draw many tourists. But for us, it’s always straight on the interminable 312, there is no time for tourism. The scenery has changed a bit and isn’t so pretty.
After getting slightly stuck in the sand, we improvised our camp 100 meters from the road in a wind which blew sand into everything. Our meal will be “sandy,” bon appétit!

