When Yunluo reached the top of the mountain, the tourists waiting to watch the sunset had blocked every inch of the sunset. Yunluo found a very dangerous rock and took a photo of the sunset in a very ugly posture. There were many young Japanese men and women on the mountain, all of them were very excited.

I still remember that night when it was twelve o'clock, the Japanese girls who lived opposite were still screaming. Yunluo wondered if they were playing Sadako to each other. After the sun went down, Yunluo went to the night market, which is open every day. Yunluo didn't ask about the price, but overall, the night market in Chiang Mai is more impressive.

At night, I indulged myself with a glass of FS for 7,000 and a barbecue meal for 13,000. I met a Korean uncle on the road. He didn't speak much English and had been out for three months. He was so awesome. Later, the Korean girl and the uncle went to drink. Yunluo wanted to go back, and the Taiwanese girl also went with Yunluo. Yunluo and the Taiwanese girl chatted in GH for more than two hours before they came back.

They even brought beer and biscuits, which made us very excited. We chatted in three languages ​​until midnight. I thought the lecherous uncle was quite cute. Yunluo and his group of 5 rode bicycles to see the waterfall.

On the way, we rested in a village. What a simple village. The elephants in the Tadsae waterfall were fun to play with. Yunluo had an appointment to meet at 10 o'clock this morning. It was already 9 o'clock when Yunluo woke up. After taking a shower, the two girls woke up at 9:20. When I was alone and had nothing to do, I chatted with the Japanese guy who just came. He was a handsome guy.

But Yunluo found his loud voice and slow reaction very funny. He immediately turned from a mature man into a little kid. And now even Japanese people think Yunluo is like an island resident. But it's also good, I feel very happy to be a Japanese. The key is that Yunluo likes Japanese girls very much.

When we were about to leave, the Korean girl brought another Korean girl. She was pretty. She also wanted to join us. Waves of people came in. It was already 11:30 when Yunluo rented a car. We rode 15 kilometers and finally arrived at Tadsae Waterfall. Because it was uphill, we rode very slowly.

After about three hours of walking and stopping, we finally reached the waterfall. The old man and the new Korean girl were obviously exhausted. The remaining three people were young and strong and in good condition. When we got to the waterfall, there was a parking fee of 3,000 yuan per person. Yunluo, who was close to bankruptcy, thought he could skip dinner tonight.

It was a good car. Yunluo walked to the boat. On the way, he passed a village with cute children. Most of the villagers raised chickens. The chicken legs here were very long. Like animals in other Southeast Asian countries, they were very thin. But later it was proved that the meat of this free-range chicken was still very chewy. The animals here seemed to look very strange, long-legged chickens, black-backed ducklings.

There were cats in khaki and black colors that liked to look people in the eye, and monkeys tied to the door. In short, many animals were very different from those seen in other places. The boat Yunluo was sitting on was slender and shallow. When entering, the hull swayed from side to side and felt like it would capsize at any time, but the two captains at the bow and stern still made people feel a lot more at ease.

Maybe it's because of the red soil, the whole river is glowing deep orange, the whole river feels refreshing, coupled with the dense forest next to it, it feels like this is what the tropics should feel like. There is a waterfall on the other side of the river. Tadsae Falls is relatively small, but the water flow is very strong, and there are elephants to play with.

Elephants are super smart. All along, Yunluo felt that it was the elephants playing with the tourists, not the class playing with the elephants. After taking a few photos, the new Korean girl couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to eat. Yunluo was embarrassed when eating. The only 3,000 yuan budgeted was only enough to buy a bamboo tube of rice. As for eating in the scenic area, I dare not even think about it.

The most tragic thing was that the Korean uncle ordered a lot. It was all meat. Yunluo had a premonition that he would not be able to return to the embrace of his motherland. Seeing everyone eating so deliciously, he was tempted but couldn't. For such a meat lover, it was like hell, fried, steamed and sprinkled with chopped green onions, soy sauce and salt.

Fortunately, after discussing with them, they didn't ask Yunluo to pay. It seems that I should be cautious when traveling with Japanese and Korean compatriots who have resigned from their jobs. On the one hand, they have money, and on the other hand, they can spend it. In general, it is because they are rich. It is more reliable to travel with students.

On the way back, we took all kinds of photos. After crossing the river, the uncle and sister were already exhausted and had to take a tractor back. Yunluo and the other young people still insisted. On the way back, there was a devilish uphill at the beginning, but then it was all downhill. When Yunluo returned, the uncle and sister hadn't arrived yet, and the sense of accomplishment came to him again.

I saved so much money and time. I rested for a long time at night and went out to eat at around 8 o'clock. Yunluo was going to return the bicycle. Yunluo's passport was still there. When the Koreans were eating, Yunluo found an excuse to push it away. This is fucking Yunluo. Stop being clingy.

When I got back, the Taiwanese girl had already washed herself. It just so happened that she hadn't returned her car keys yet, so after she finished recording the bill, Yun Luo went shopping. It was really nice to have a girl by my side on Chinese Valentine's Day. I met the Korean uncle again at the night market. Fortunately, he had hooked up with a Korean aunt.

Yunluo continued to walk ahead and only met two Korean girls. The Korean girls wanted to buy tickets. They brought two Japanese people and said they also wanted to buy tickets. Yunluo suggested that they buy tickets at the station, which would be very cheap. Later, it was discovered that the Japanese girl Yunluo met was exactly the type Yunluo loved. He regretted not going to the bar with her and regretted that they had already separated before they began to understand each other.

She is a 24-year-old university student in Japan. She has been to more than 40 countries and studies international relations. Whether it is her appearance, conversation, or experience, it is exactly what Yunluo thought of. Maybe after this life, we will never meet again. Who knows, it depends on fate. Yunluo enjoyed the long-lost online time alone.

I packed my bag. I was planning to go to sleep, but Stephen Fung, who had a few drinks, came back. He was really good at chatting and he had no intention of leaving after spending half an hour with him. At about 11:30, the three girls came back, and Yunluo started chatting until 2:30. In addition to the perfect starry sky, this trip was almost perfect.

Yunluo's last night was spent sharing a room with a Korean uncle who couldn't speak English. The next day, the uncle got up early and asked Yunluo to go see the "alms" with him. As soon as they went out at six o'clock, a group of women knelt on the roadside, waiting for monks to come and collect food from them. Groups of little monks gradually appeared, and each of them only took a handful of rice and put it in his own box.

Yunluo couldn't help but take a few more photos. Ordinary, but also has its own power. The trailer came to pick up Yunluo on time at 6:30, and the shuttle bus left at 7 o'clock. Tickets can be bought with RMB, and it is best to buy with RMB, because this station is opened by Chinese people. It is more cost-effective to buy tickets here with RMB than with Lao Kip (450,000) and take the train for 320 RMB (from Luang Prabang).

I got on the bus at 7 o'clock. It was already the next morning when I arrived. The ticket from Luang Prabang to Taipei was familiar all of a sudden. Seeing this bus, Yunluo was very moved. I was finally going home. The last meal abroad was Angry Birds + Bamboo Rice.

I got up at 5:30 in the morning. After washing and packing my luggage, I took a few photos on the theme of residents giving alms to monks. This was a surprise before leaving. At 6:30, the trailer arrived on time. I had a perfect hug with the uncle, and the uncle watched the clouds fall away. This trip was basically over.

Yunluo spent the last ten thousand yuan. When he arrived at the bus station and saw the bus to Luang Prabang, tears welled up in his eyes. Yunluo finally understood the overseas students' longing for their motherland. At this moment, it seemed as if the world was saying: the mountains and rivers are only in Yunluo's dreams, and he has not been close to his motherland for many years.

Yunluo seemed to take out a yellowed photo of his hometown, Yunluo seemed to put down his small suitcase, take off his top hat, dust it off, put it back on, and let out a sigh of relief. Yunluo seemed to feel a huge five-star red flag appear behind him. The camera's perfect 45-degree sad angle pushed the whole scene to the climax.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

While waiting for the ticket, Yunluo met another Japanese uncle who had been out alone for eight months. Yunluo didn't know what adjective to use, he was so damn strong. This time he had to go back to China, because the government only gave him a 15-day visa each time. He liked China very much. On the one hand, he felt that Chinese and Japanese cultures had something in common. Yunluo laughed.

On the other hand, he felt that things in China were really cheap. Yunluo could only laugh again. The 7 o'clock bus left at 7:15. The road in Laos was really a killer road. It was so bumpy that I could hang in the air for a second or two. Many locals vomited. Yunluo was very grateful to his father for letting Yunluo ride so many buses when he was a child.

Although he vomited and almost became dehydrated every time when he was a child, the years of suicide training still made Yunluo calm even on such a bad road for a whole day. No, it's too bouncy. Yunluo needs to sort out his internal organs. It's exactly twelve o'clock now. Maybe that's all for today. I'll talk about it when I have something else to do. I hope to arrive on time tomorrow.

I read a book called "Going to Antarctica" in Xinhua Bookstore. The author is lonelypla, the Chinese market agent. He has been to more than 40 countries and lived in eight cities in five countries on four continents. In this book, I saw many lives exploring the true meaning of existence. In Antarctica, there are gardeners, linguists, truck drivers and bankers.

Some are chefs and PhDs in geology. Some come here to fulfill their dreams. Some find that Antarctica is not a place, but an addiction. Some come here once and feel that they can no longer adapt to life outside. They live here for one, two, or three years. This land cleanses their souls. (To be continued..)