13:00 train to Tianjin, fast, 2:20, also then point distance. Out the door and saw a big dog buns ignore shops, think about that point is not delicious taste, there is no purchase (up to now I still do not know where that delicious dumplings?). The sky is gloomy, my heart is Huang Huang, and Zhu Na not set it at night. No matter, after first buying maps. Having said that maps can not help but blame poor quality of Thac啦, in particular the brittle kind of paper, accidentally on a tear! Read a long time, think it is better first go to the peace Road Pedestrian Street, stroll, the filling a belly. Wanted to hit it, the money could not bear it hey, want to ride a half-day bar, etc. It does not come, then there is a tricycle took aim at me, Lut all Shuaibu Diao, too, sit it, five of money, such as spending money to buy a tour guide, Facts have proved that I was deceived, and that guy did not go far pretended I said, but in fact I know very well, anyway, had already left the station this contentious region and do not care. Himself and went about 20 minutes, came to the peace path. Heping Road is a pedestrian street, that is, commercial street, bad days do not know enough or loud noise popularity, the road anyway, feeling quite depressed, and to the path of peace on the street quite popular enough, small farms ah, the small restaurants, ah, I have found a home in Lanzhou Ramen Museum, very authentic, at least in the words of boss and the folks I do not understand. 5 money, warmer!
Visited the Peace Road, from start to finish, to say the truth, in order to catch up with Shanghai there is still a gap, I remark that no other meaning, also tell the truth, but afraid of being allergic. And then walked along the road on the map of the Drum Tower, the next turn there were no people, suddenly a little bit sorry for meaning. Ah turn unknowingly turn away four hours, and days must be dark, and think not ah, live it do not look for the evening we supposed to do? Found a MC, asked for a cup of coffee, but also began to study my broken map. Oh, really do not know where there is inexpensive hotels, all of a sudden my mind sudden inspiration, find the University Guest House is not on the festival, and I guess we can not then go to your. Such a good idea, I gnaw no thought of it. Turn map! Tianjin University, Nankai University, too, first went to咱beloved Premier Zhou Enlai's alma mater it, focusing instead on another burst hurry, people walk faster in virtual time is up. Day-old Guest House Outside the school, called 42 fasting, but you have to find there, have to pass through the campus can not, I walk in the flow of people and traffic on the study up, the trance as if they were returned to the school between the time when the feeling is just back evil heavy bag to remind me that this is an illusion. Guest House feels like a kind of general lighting is too dim. Nanda Guest House on campus, called the Garden of Friendship, in what I have learned after 3 times it is not sure the hospital. . . (Named people do not know that loud noise thought, I really did not culture) into the door of the Garden of Friendship I get on the ground, and even if the U.S. was thrown in front of me, that would have to throw near point, or I did not pick up strength. . . In this case, I can only stay there here, and 30 / bed. Sleep after eating something, and out of no-stop from the train station, tired (but after that there are more tired 。。。)。
28, the morning, 8-point look, as if sleep is not good enough, do not know why. Or cold days, the package goes out, is filled with bicycles, it should be working at that, and so on for about 10 minutes, called a taxi to the bus station, on the road point of yogurt drink, 1 hour later regret, and nausea. . . Chang bought tickets to Jinan, Tianjin, Tianjin to escape the impression that I was a little gray, and may be the relationship between the industrial city bar, nothing very interesting attractions, as well as Tianjin is not very enthusiastic, and that compared with Beijing really bad, worship of Tianjin, it may, I will not come again. . .
Author: flyingxiang
