Nanji Island Travels in November 2000 the weather will always be so erratic, and frequently the cold air makes our city then it began to rain, winter rain, and in the South China Sea generated "like God" Typhoon Qu rolled on the body depend on the mainland. It was in this weather, we began a winter trip, and afterwards I found Nanji Islands is so far away from Shanghai.
Left Shanghai when the intermittent light rain. My companion that everyone carrying a bulging backpack. For example, do not really back. In the Passenger Station and had a shadow. We are all on the train up the excitement of last straw. One night in a kind of destination, the desire to spend, in the carriage channeling channeling to go lie east lie the West. In fact, we are right that no one much about the island from afar. Only a few hands of some of the information downloaded from the Internet. Thus we were unwittingly to Wenzhou, Wenzhou, under the heavy rain. We are a beautiful lady informed the railway inquiries, and now have no car to the Nanji Islands, and is desperate that we are ready to go when shan. Tricycle guy said that he knew, but had to take his car, five dollars. That is 500 meters way. To the bus stop, the day is also the only bus drove away. And taxi drivers, we are forced to bargain in the rain. Black-hearted driver turned over the somersault asking price. The results of a break like a field ambulance stopped in Pakistan, as long as six dollars of money. Haha, that rent is an open counter-offer of less than 80呀!
Along the way, after countless shoe factory, shoe factory in Wenzhou fully open! In the twists and turns en route to the car stuffed a basket of vegetables, several large bundles of leather shoes, accessories. We watched the rounded look at both sides of the green mountains, watching the watch fell asleep, until the ticket guy with an extremely non-standard Mandarin Han Xing us, we went to our small town on the sea - Aojiang. Out of the car, more rain, and rushed to the terminal, empty riverside nothing. The words "wind suspended" in the blackboard under the influence of strong wind in the eight look to beat another look at the pier with the locked iron gate. Congee stand sits next to the couple that we aim, with a special tone of regret for us that the typhoon has been a week since there's no boat. When there is only God knows. We spent 14 hours to be the news is like this. Sub-shan has no meaning, and everyone is very dull, do not know who proposed that one night on the bar! Weather forecast said that "like God" typhoon has left the continent. Thus we were first looking for a place to live down. Coincidentally stay hotel owner's son in the shipping unit. We asked his to inquire about the message. After a phone call a while and did not know or what is the comfort and wife said they might have (the subtext is there may not be). Crash!
Because a bad mood, we bring wine to open, several people have installed go through the motions, and soon numerous Jiu Li's sleep, and woke up the sky near dusk, the rain had stopped. Out Guang Yeshi, first visiting the country markets, may solve the food and clothing ah. Mozhun the market, looking for a bit of a roadside stalls throughout the sea freight, the last dish is the eight-double of the big crab (where vinegar can not be heard as early as next dish, we have brought a bottle from Shanghai, Zhenjiang vinegar), Tai Block Duo Yi, put the vinegar gave the stall holders, and suggested that he sign to play blocks "may be the best Aojiang vinegar."
The town is small, a Street, a new building in New Street, we go to Riverside. See the calm surface of the river, the weather was clear visible stars. On the opposite river bank Jizhan Deng, reflection in water, Kara OK Ganhao heard the voice of a man. Friends began to talk about his latest novel, see "Rise of Sea Wolf," I listened carefully, and finally we have modeled the plot of the book. Point of the three cigarette King Dragon King, inserted in the riverside soft soil, is not devout prayer with, I thought, if you do not give me a good day tomorrow, not to mention pig not, pull down your temples.
The next day, at dawn, and friends out to see shipping times, I still can not afford to Gaowo a moment heard a firecracker sound, I would like brides, and days should be good bar! Friends whirlwind rushed to take sub-Liang Qi Yi Gu. Pulling me up, "or there is no sailing, but did not run off to sea to find a registered vessel (ie, black ship) to the Nanji Island, 30 a person." I said: "The black ship on the black ship, stronger than nest here," and then a good mood strange appetites, eating a breakfast stomach. Fall asleep again. By noon, pick up a bit, to the cargo pier, they found a boat and no heart, secretly crying. Spent a lot of setbacks, he finally found a boatman. We truly on the way to go Nanji Islands. Break on that breaking the "Zhejiang fishing ** word" on the behavior among some people took some photos. I thought really Burongyia!
Boat out of Neijiang, near the sea when the big winds and waves up, and then growing, and constantly are making waves on board wet Kujiao, other locals have long honestly lay down, and only a few of us silly sense of youth be played in the bow, when the bow began to hold water when we want to lie down was too late, the sea is only 100 tons of this boat easily thrown on the thrown, and we clearly feel that smashed the bottom layers of the sea . That jump ship to move forward. A person's feelings can no longer be under control, and I continue to breathe deeply, or the waves of nausea. Boatmen kindly gave us a mat, we rely on, including what they do not know She Pidai installed on a semi-sitting Banwo, always thinking that I was in Shanghai do not have a break, a moment, that feeling is gone.
When approaching, I woke up next to the dog vomit in one place. I smile incessantly. The sun was going downhill, reflected in the green of the sea, mixed into an indescribable color, we have seen a deer fly Zhuangruo Nanji Islands, which island was covered with green, although it is late autumn, the island's vegetation has do not see the slightest color of autumn. And saw the island, by up spent at least an hour, the island's people running around with excitement, this ship was a week of the first boat. By up the sky is completely dark. We know a middle-aged man on board primitive forests, using mobile phones to help us in a van to carry us to the end of three scenic areas, but which no longer eat. We have also with the primitive forests to fishing pier. The edge of a small fishing village, due to its geographical location, where a particularly large number of typhoons, while last year there has just been through the baptism of a strong typhoon, so the house looks fishermen are some dilapidated. Night under the island, very quiet, while the fishing pier was to noisy, the original had just returned from a fishing boat is being unloaded here. A basket of fish and shrimp basket in front of us through and moved to a slope on the hillside. Slope approached only found on the slope has not grass, and even the color of the soil can not see, and instead exudes stench smell of fish and shrimp remains. Jump on the dumping of seafood here, sorting. Zhangzhemetai,'ve never seen so many Yuxia Xie. 老林has given us a basin, let ourselves doing what, so Niezhebizi, did less than half an hour, washbasin full of fish on the shrimp, what prawns, mantis shrimp, the Fish to Survive, Like chopsticks like eels, crabs. With Mr. Chang came to his house built by the mountain (said to be the house, in fact, a bit like a scaffolding), the fish and shrimp were slightly clean slate, they entered together into the pot and put some simple spices, cooked ! Opened the lid of the moment, a few buddies eyes are rounded. We then pan around the silent eating, no time to speak, the room one time to chew and swallow only the voice of a whole pot to eat two and a half. While cooking is the simplest, but its fresh seafood Lou can not compare with Hen Buneng swallow which goes together with the shell. When the First Sound burp sounded when we remembered that this house owner, sitting in primitive forests in accordance with the door, smoking a cigarette, watching the door the night. May feel ashamed of our eyes, in turn, smiled and said: "Have you eaten?" Silly a few people nodding. "How much money do we give you?" I do not know who said one. 老林engraved wind goes on the face, smile gone. "I say? No, they is not a good thing." See that old man does not like to hear these words. Friends quickly handed him a "double happiness." 老林point, smoke, tells us that he is not the island's people, only where shrimp as a career. Chatted for a while, someone came to老林to drink, he hides on the Aojiang just bring the wine went. We pick up a bit for him, to the next door where they drink, and老林say hello on the bed. In the next room on the ground has seen the biggest ever seen in this life I live crabs, visual weight of at least 45 pounds weight, as big as a lid, a few buddies did not dare to ignore its children a huge amount of chelation to weigh a weigh .
Go back to sleep on the road, after the top of a hill, we stop for a moment, looked at the canopy Youlan, island has long been quiet, distant sea blue Yingying's. Many small pushes the waves come ashore. As if all of the bumps along the way have been compensated. Night live in the scenic area at the entrance to the log cabin, a long time unoccupied wooden structure with a thick wave of Yi Gu taste, but the way Lawton, not more than a while we all asleep.
The next day, is a good day. 老林help us to find a local tour guide, tour guides and also wearing a scenic summer hat, as if this is authentic. To listen to him say that we are due to starting too late, missed the beautiful sunrise, a pity. We follow the semi-artificial mountain road along the level which, on the highest point of the cliff to the high-profile, waves shoot up one by one, people standing on top of clothes wind up the whole drum. A long absence, the sun floating down down, tour guides will be the history of his right island, the island to five years before liberation, was entrenched in the island relies on the fortifications Jiangfei brazenly shouting, storming several times by the People's Liberation Army ended in failure, and finally a typhoon night, the PLA with their bare hands from the back of the cliff, climb up, Nanji Island before it was liberated. Then there became the front line of the plane constantly harassed Chiang Kai-shek, the militia day and night surveillance, there is one close to the two planes fly over the sea, and then suddenly pulled up to the island's fortifications and photographs of this island is no longer a secret at all People's Liberation Army on the island repair of radar, other retreated Wenzhou, one of the aircraft are able to reach a quarter of an hour, tour guides one refers to two radars white fairing, in the dazzling island of Shashi eye-catching. The island has a vast natural lawn, no repair dichotoma is a natural formation, because the sea breeze blowing, and we take off your shoes to walk on, tingling, very. The original grass can grow so hard. Walked down the lawn and saw a huge rock each other Interdependence and only one person able to live, and we climbed up and down through the rocks, came to the coast, the seaside reef densely covered with mussels, and we therefore strongly urge to eat at noon This, waves pound the rocks, and we panic to flee back. But then came the primitive forests to escape the way, gives us a primitive forests capture the octopus he had just noon, the food probably is all. Afternoon, we bid farewell to the island of primitive forests in central-level hotel in a hostel to live down, wearing slippers to the coveted Great Sandy Ao. The beach in a bay, the empty beach, only four of us, the beach is a shell formed by decomposition of shell sand, while other parts of the beach are quartz sand, the beach around the world so that only two, here and Japan. Step in the above, yellow and soft yellow fine sand. We have put ourselves in digging up, staring eyes, looking at days, pure heaven there is no point clouds, everything is still down, day, time, and we. Moment, we have been climbing up and rushed into the sea again and again to be beaten back, the waves three small waves in accordance with a rhythm of the waves, time and again thrown on our wave, we strive to swim with. Heard that the sea in spring and summer days here, the visibility of up to 5 meters. Here's a taste of the sea, than I have in Zhoushan seawater salty taste much more. It was in this water can be surrounded by the island but everywhere springs from the crevice, Flaring, delicious Gan Lie. There is a corner of the beach, as if nature designed to provide visitors with drinking water. Westward shift of the sun a little bit, we climbed to the side of the reef and found a lot of oysters, oyster reef firmly long, we took great effort until a knife to pry them off, full of juice oysters imported first feeling is that Shibuya may be the next kind of special flavor is the best thing I've eaten. The sun finally hid in the back of the island, sailing fishing boats return after another, loaded with fish, one on shore, they began trading, where have I have never seen a variety of dressed A, Retention to be, has strange look like seafood. Evening dinner, we went to walk here, a beach, lights flashing, heaven and earth Ju Jing, only the tidal sound again and again.
The third day, ready to go back. Before I left the museum we have a small sitting shellfish, we have bought some souvenirs back, a start I do not want to buy the last corner of the counter, stood a huge snail, shopkeepers say it is Cassis snail, like the Tang dynasty that towering hat. That snail great age, and about 60 years, who has a circle of rings. I think he would bring me good luck, thought is really a dream come true!
Sit back on board, such as a tub of cork son, a flash flash to go this way, in a huge roar in Nanji Island, go away, calm has returned to the sea, leaving some of the bubble, only the gulls continue to pursue . Way to experience this island's chief executive - the mayor ...'s secretary. The mayor is also the Secretary. The woman said that this island still has not been known as the labyrinth of tunnels. Outsiders are not allowed to go in, as well as Meiling Gong, Zheng Chenggong naval drill sites. We seem to be in vain: the) two and a half hours later, we are back to the mainland. In Wenzhou, the last meal eaten dinner treat yourself to the stomach, Hui Hu boarded the train, take the subway to the timing of the first house, the family is still tim sleep.
Author: zouhaoyun
