Thailand's experience of free travel strategy

Thailand is a very popular tourist destination in China. There are very cool beaches and unique ethnic customs here, as well as shemale performances popular with men, which bring you different passion and sourness. Here, I would like to share with you my experience of traveling freely in Thailand.

Phuket

Maybe it's just my own illusion. When I was in the province, I went to a place and walked hundreds of kilometers. This is my destination. Instead, I will feel that such a long distance. Later, I went out of the province, went to a place, took a look, and then went to the next scenic spot, hundreds of kilometers, but because of the extension of space, I felt that it was no longer a problem to go that far.

Three mornings. Three locations. There is still a long way to go. Habits in life are foreign. No fried dough sticks, no hot soup, just a few pieces of bread, milk, tropical fruits, cereal and jam. I stand in a restaurant and choose my favorite food. Later, I opened the refrigerator, drank milk and ate plain bread. There is an advertisement for the milk we drink on the TV on the dining room wall. It was also from this morning that I gradually got used to eating breakfast in a foreign land. At first, I missed a snack in my hometown. I missed their taste, and then Thai food slowly melted my taste buds' desire, and I forgot what I really liked. Milk and salted fried eggs have become the necessities of my breakfast.

The bus that took us to the island arrived on time. I don't even have time to see what Phuket is like. Just like when we travel many times, there are too many scenery on the road, but we don't have time to look more carefully. This word "line" is destined to cross the distance from destination to destination, no matter what mode of transportation. Sometimes, even when I wake up from a dream, the years of mountains and rivers have changed.

Pipitang

From Phuket to Pippi Island. Two hours' flight. Because I took seasickness medicine, the whole process was so muddled that I could hardly open my eyes. I don't know if the purpose of seasickness medicine is to treat seasickness by anesthetizing your nerves. What I spent was a faint illusory space. I didn't wake up until the arrival of my destination.

To be exact, we went to the north of Pipi Island. I thought for a long time and imagined, but when I got serious, I was in a trance and tired of relaxing. This hotel is too close to the seaside. When we looked from the ferry, the sea almost overflowed into the hotel. Coconut trees and shrubs are a little cramped and crowded on the beach. I used to think that holiday islands should have open roads or large-scale man-made buildings.

The shoal is a little long, so I have to ferry back and forth by a long-tailed boat. During the intermission of the long-tailed boat, I took a quick look at the water in Pipi Island. When I got off the boat, the waves swayed and I clearly saw the white sand at the bottom of the water.

Someone is moving the hotel. The hotel staff wearing purple skirts and holding towels said Sawadika to us, and let us wipe our faces with towels in simple Chinese. I hesitated at that time. Perhaps the negative news of domestic scenic spots makes me more worried. I don't know if I should charge. I can only force a smile and walk away from her under the pretext of watching the line. Until now, I am still ashamed of what I have done.

In this way, I went to Pipi Island. The sea, the beach, and the iced fruit juice are affecting our vision and taste bit by bit, as if opening an imaginary box that we have never seen before, and each floor has surprises that we can't hide. Until I came back, when my wife and I talked about Pipi Island, we were still regretting our hasty steps there. When I go abroad for the first time, I always have some thoughts in my heart, as if I have tightened a string and dare not relax easily. If we have another chance, we will definitely go to Pipi Island again and even stay in this hotel again, because those warm memories will never be alienated by time.

I slept for a while in the afternoon because of seasickness medicine. The door of the house is French window, so it looks empty inside. Because we were not used to it, we blew it out early, and the moisture of the sea water also passed into the house. I seem to be at sea, floating slowly. Our residence is in the outermost row. You can see the clouds on the sea by pushing the door open, and walk for more than ten meters to the seaside. Clouds, low, just floating on the sea. The children are playing in the swimming pool, and there are few people. Later I learned that there are only four hotels here.

There is a strong wind at sea and clouds are moving in groups. I haven't seen any more tourists, or have a rest, or have a meal. Seldom have I seen so few people in a scenic spot. The beach is lonely and silent at low tide. Occasionally, local children run across the beach, just like primary school students leave school. I followed their footsteps and looked into the distance, watching them disappear on the other side of the long-tailed boat.

It's dark, too. Music is played in hotels serving dinner on both sides, and tables and chairs are placed on the beach or adjacent to the beach. It may be a coincidence that during our two nights on the island, there were performances at places where we ate. Only when eating, the surrounding is lively. I can hear from the words that keep coming that most of them are from China. There are several beautifully decorated lamps, tables and chairs on the beach, which are specially prepared for tourists in some predetermined locations, much like scenes in fairy tales.

From a distance, the lights are scattered on the short coastline, just like falling stars in the night sky. Music has also become floating, just like walking from home to the village to watch movies when I was a child. From a distance, the light and sound in front seem to be in another space. Approached, the picture is clear, the sound is audible and vivid.

Only the sea, has been silent, in the dark, can't hear any sound.

There is no internet in the room. I sat in the hotel lobby to update the itinerary information, and there were tourists like me sitting there. Because of the internet, it seems that people who know all over the world no longer need each other's words.

It's late at night, and the hotel staff who do massage have begun to finish their day's work. It looks very quiet in the distance. When I walked back to the hotel, I thought I would leave here the day after tomorrow. I have been away from home for three days.

Pipitang

Plan to watch the sunrise. I still got up late. Opening the door, I looked up and saw a big sun opposite. It was still quiet around, and the staff got up, picking up some garbage on the beach and spreading umbrellas and beach chairs belonging to their own hotel. At least my mood is happy, because today, we don't have to worry about transferring, we can have a whole day, right here.

I carry my camera on my back. But many times I put it down. Besides taking pictures of my daughter, I spent more time lying there, not just one hundredth of a second after a series of actions of adjusting the shutter and choosing the angle. It's not that I lost my passion for photography. It was at this time that I gradually realized that perhaps this is the meaning of home travel, and the leisure time I once yearned for can be accurately interpreted here.

Pipi Island is very quiet. It seems to be wrapped in a ball of time and turned into a crystal ball and placed there. And we are in a crystal ball, colorful with the change of light. Because of the silence on the island, any sound we hear is crisp and pleasant. For example, the sound of the tide, the motor sound of the long-tailed boat, the greeting sound of the staff, and the rain sound.

Once, I went back to my room to get something. When crossing a long-tailed boat, someone greeted me and asked me if I could go out to sea. I can only regret missing it. The dream on the island is as soft as the beach under my feet, and I don't want to be far away.

There is a waiter cleaning the room in the guest room. It's a story about an old Thai woman. Purple skirt, barefoot, when she works, there will be a quiet and solemn atmosphere. I stood at the door, afraid to go in and disturb, until finally, she slowly closed her hands and lit a incense. The smoke is still the same as the time on the island.

Time is scattered in the changing light, and Pipi Island is dark.

In the evening, I chose a hotel under the hotel. Just above the beach, the Thai girl who picked up the boat yesterday was no longer a purple dress, but changed into neat clothes to attract business at the door. Later, she made a guest appearance as a host and went on stage to announce the performance. Like her identity, the people who came to dance and play Muay Thai were all waiters in the store. In the dark, many local children crowded on the beach. No matter their skin color or language, their expressions are exactly the same as those of our children. I don't know whether there are few performances here or whether I have always been enthusiastic about such programs. It seems like a festival, and they can't help creating chaos on the beach.

When I was walking back along the beach after dinner, the children were chasing and playing on the beach, and the stars in the sky fell on their running shadows. At that moment, I looked at the starry sky and suddenly found that maybe my journey was too shallow, but in my eyes, at least at this moment, this is a happy paradise.

Come back slowly