Recently have often wondered why walking and walking. . .
Ten years ago, have not heard of self-help tourism, reluctantly called learning foreign backpackers. Buy a backpack NIKKO incredibly excited to Hunan, Sichuan, Guizhou and Guangxi. Month, 18-year-old girl wandering alone in the summer. Passers-by are always curious to ask: "a person? Junket?" Still a student, Leng is no understand, tourism, there are public funds?
From then on out of control.
Ten years ago, Lijiang, no Chinese tourists know, you'll see both Europe and the United States, Japanese, carrying a big backpack rode his bicycle on the road. I play every day slippers wandering in the lanes, chasing the ducks play a small river. No bars, coffee shop menus written in English and Chinese inverted over the. Whenever we see the altar where all kinds of ass wants to go to Lijiang shouted posts, I always want to say something, yet have nothing to say.
When he was young, always away from cities, small bridges, exotic, mountain lakes, desert Smoke. . .
Color Tan had written a post about photography and travel, of which there is a something like this:
"I often think, why the tourism and photography formed a deep bond, is due to travel in the landscape is not easily accessible, so easier to get other people's appreciation and recognition of it.
Lakes, snow-capped mountains, grasslands, Lhasa, they are so far away from our lives, but close at hand with our dreams.
So reluctant to leave each of us to run out of crazy holiday, spring Yuanyang, Yunnan shoot terraces, summer Luoping rape, Kanas and the dam leaves fall in winter rime in Jilin.
Every part of Chinese territory of each season, when the photographers had the most beautiful clear understanding of the chest, they have suffered badly in the Badlands trek thousands of miles into enjoying themselves, only to return to city the envy of my friends drifted the sound of endless praise. "
In recent years, the rise of a self-tour. Last year, the access to the donkey scene, before we know there is a group called themselves as donkeys, wandering lines called the donkey.
Walking ten years, be regarded as donkeys do not know. Sometimes self-torture, but indolent; and sometimes corrupt, but also not afraid of hardships.
Sometimes fly very far, sometimes unable to move.
Ten years ago, the biggest dream is to travel in Tibet, Nepal, India, and now they have become a trend and a status label. Perhaps it will always stay in the dream is the best choice.
Habitat in your own heart.
For me, walking is just because I love life, reverence for life and curiosity. Nature of the contingent.
Living somewhere else but here. When you reach the 'elsewhere', 'elsewhere' is 'here'.
Author: echoqw
