Is there anything unforgettable or wonderful on the trip?

The most unforgettable thing I met during my trip was the story of an old man and her grandson I met in Guizhou.

I remember more than a year ago, I came to Tongren, Guizhou with several photographers to look for photographic materials. Just as we were passing through the streets of Tongren, we saw such a scene next to a garbage dump, which I still can't forget.

An old woman is holding a child. The child was covered in blood and his head was covered with bandages. I think it's a head injury Grandma squatted beside a garbage dump without asking passers-by for help. Passers-by did not lend a helping hand.

When we came forward to ask about the situation, the old lady couldn't understand Mandarin and kept staring at us with her children. The eyes are full of anger and sadness, especially the eyes of children make people nervous.

But we can't understand what the old man is saying at all. We just kept gesturing there.

So, each of us took out a hundred dollars and handed it to the old man. Just as we were about to call the police, a passerby came up and said, The child was hit by a motorcycle and his head hit the ground, causing injuries. But the motorcyclist ran away, and then the police came to help take the child to the hospital for dressing.

Two hours later, the old man came back with his child in his arms, crouched in the place where he was hit, and said he wanted to find the man riding a motorcycle. This stay is only a few hours. . .

We have been to many extreme places in the world: volcanoes, snow-capped mountains, oceans …

Only to find that no matter where, there are human beings who struggle for survival.

In Izhen volcano in Indonesia, sulfur workers are walking on the brink of death, in Rancho, a hell.

The gold prospectors in La Rinconada, Peru, who live at an altitude of 5 100 meters, have exhausted their hardships in extreme cold and lack of oxygen.

Jeju Island, South Korea, a sea girl who collects sea urchins for a living, has been immersed in cold seawater all her life, but she has also propped up the lifeline of her family.

This summer, we went to the Danajir depression in Ethiopia, which is also one of the extreme places with the worst climate and environment on earth.

The average annual temperature here is as high as 34.4 degrees Celsius, which is called the hottest place in the world.

However, it is here that we see the most difficult way of life:

There is such a group of salt pickers, driving camels, who walk into this daunting stove year after year in search of precious salt.

Not far from where they work, is the Dalol volcano, from which magma and foul sulfur water are often ejected.

This group of salt diggers is also called "the people closest to the gates of hell".

In September this year, we arrived in the Danagir Valley. Although it is autumn, the temperature is still 42 degrees.

The locals said that at the highest time, it reached more than 60 degrees here. So, it's still cool ...

It's not only hot here, but also desolate. Fiona Fang is hundreds of miles away, but there are no hotels.

It is the best hospitality for tourists for the locals to build some beds in the open space of the wilderness. ( )

At night, it becomes a beautiful "star hotel".

Besides the high temperature, it's inconvenient to get water here.

There is only one well far away from the village, and the villagers have to drive donkeys across the desert to transport buckets of water.

Here, the temperature will be much cooler in the morning, the temperature can reach 18 degrees Celsius, and at noon, the temperature will soar to 42 degrees.

But for such a temperature, the local Alpha is used to it.

Here, you can't see any rivers, and there is no green. This is the most cruel place in the world.

Long ago, the Danajir depression was once a part of the ocean. After a long time, the seawater here has been evaporating, forming a saltwater lake.

Under the action of extreme high temperature, salt is separated from the lake, forming a large salt field with a thickness of nearly 1000 meters.

Most alphas who live around here dig salt for a living.

In many countries, salt has always been a resource monopolized by the government. Private people cannot collect salt without permission.

The same is true of the Danagir Valley where we went. There are rich salt mines here, with a thickness of up to kilometers, but only seven or eight hundred miners allowed by the government can mine salt mines here.

We came to the home of Ahmed, one of the salt workers. It's called "home", which is actually very simple. Several wooden sticks support several summer sleeping mats, which are the four walls of the room.

The Danajir depression has a large temperature difference in the morning and evening, and the nearby saline-alkali land and sandy land are not insulated, so these simple shacks are also rare habitats for people.

These houses in the desert are all built because of salt mining. And many families here are maintained because of salt mining.

The average salary in Ethiopia is about 90 dollars a month, and salt miners can earn 300 to 400 dollars, which is not bad.

This may be one of the reasons why these salt miners can work all the year round in such a cruel environment.

Ahmed took us to see the place where he dug salt, which is an endless salt lake.

They dig salt here and transport it to the town by camels with a temperature difference of tens of degrees every day.

The excavated salt bricks are still spectacular to pile up.

The so-called "relying on mountains to eat, relying on water to eat", they use salt as the currency-these salt bricks used to be the official currency of Ethiopia for nearly a thousand years.

Until today, the way of salt mining here has hardly changed: first, break the salt blocks on the ground with tools, and then pry them open with wooden sticks. All by manpower, without any mechanical parts.

Hongliang and I also tried salt mining technology. This kind of work is extremely tiring, especially at high temperature. If we can't dig a few pieces, we'll both be exhausted.

With such great efforts, we finally dug up a piece of salt worth 3 yuan.

In addition to this desert, Ethiopia also has a volcanic salt lake that can produce salt.

Salt pickers there usually wear only a pair of underwear when they go down to the lake to get salt. Because of poverty, they can't afford the cost of protective gear. Workers can only block their nostrils with mud bags, so that strong corrosive salt can not enter their noses.

But their eyes have no protection, so their latosolic red eyes have become an important symbol to distinguish them.

Unprocessed salt is extremely corrosive and will make dark skin white.

For them, salt is sweet and salt is bitter. Salt is hope, salt is curse.

Day after day, year after year, they worked hard in deserts and salt lakes. They want their children to stop struggling in the salt lake.

However, just like Sisyphus, who keeps pushing boulders, this group of people in the desert, generation after generation, are repeating the ancient fate.

I haven't traveled further for a long time! But the most unforgettable generosity! It should be a frequent traffic jam. Thank you for inviting me!

Let's not talk about other people's wonderful, let's talk about myself first! 1998, my father took me to Beijing on business. It was still Beijing South Railway Station. I have changed one meter and two meters. My dad told me to squat to save the fare, but I was stopped when I left the station. There were about 10 children, and they were all taken to the guard room. Soon my parents took them away and left me alone. When I was stopped, my father ran away, and I stood quietly, without crying or making trouble. After about two hours, the ticket inspector looked at me and let me go. I was just leaving when my dad came and bought a ticket. I was going to the bank to withdraw money. There is no cash to make up the ticket! Besides, my dad doesn't have a bank card, only a passbook, and he has been waiting in line for a long time. He was so anxious that he almost cried. A 50-year-old clown has been shrinking. When he came to see me, he saw me standing quietly. Finally, he couldn't help it and hugged me and cried! By the way, I'm a girl. .....

And my dad took me to catch the train when I went back, because there were too many luggage, and all the luggage was put in the car. The train has left, and I'm still standing below! I guess it's far from the door, and no one has seen me. I guess my dad forgot about me. I watched the train leave calmly and sat there motionless. I knew my dad would come back to pick me up! Later, the patrol found me and tried to take me away. I didn't. I said, I'll wait for my father here! After about 7 hours, I saw my father running towards me. .....

Once on the train, I met a woman with two children, one over one year old and the other just one or two months old. It is said that it takes more than 30 hours to go to Xinjiang. Since only one seat was bought, the woman slept in the small seat as soon as she got on the bus, and the children over one year old sat on the ground to play by themselves. That woman can sleep well, and only when it comes to feeding her children, she sleeps at other times, regardless of the children on the ground. No matter day or night, children play in the car and sleep at their mother's feet when they are sleepy, just like puppies. When it was opened to traffic, someone joked, wake up, the child has been taken away! Mother looked up and went back to sleep. Everyone says that this mother has a big heart and is not afraid of her child being abducted. The key is that the two children are not noisy at all. The younger one always sleeps with his mother, the older one plays by himself, sleeps when he is tired, eats when he is hungry, and doesn't make any noise.

On another occasion, the neighbor was also a mother with a child. The child is not young, and he is in kindergarten, but he is very naughty. He grabbed his mother's clothes and jerked them down to touch grandma. Her mother slapped her in the face and the child touched her cheek with one hand and began to cry. A minute later, he immediately smiled, and it was nothing. Then she wanted to eat snacks, which were scattered all over the floor. Her mother pulled her over and slapped her again. The child is still covering his face. After crying for a while, I wiped my tears, grinned, and ran around the carriage making trouble, which made the passengers complain. When she returned, her mother slapped her again. In this way, the child will get a slap in the face in less than ten minutes, but after crying, she turned around and began to complain and beg. I sat next to him and watched him get more than a dozen slaps. What impressed me the most was that the child buried his face in tears after being beaten, and then wiped his tears and grinned at that funny expression. Finally, the whole carriage accused the mother of not educating her children well.

There is one thing.

13 During the Spring Festival, I traveled to Yunnan with my mother. On New Year's Day, I happened to be in Lijiang, and arranged to climb Yulong Snow Mountain. Because Yulong Snow Mountain is a local sacred mountain, I specially arranged to climb it on the first day of the New Year's Day, which made a good start. One-day tour

There is a scenic spot called Blue Moon Valley at the foot of Yulong Snow Mountain. Anyone who has been there should know that this river is blue and looks like Jiuzhaigou. The scenic spot is very small, and it is a 10-meter-wide path along the river. The terrain is particularly simple. This is the premise. It will be over in half an hour.

In the scenic spot, a couple lost their children. The man walked back and forth by the river, and the woman cried in the same place, crying almost crazy, paddling her hands in the air and jumping and crying. The man probably looked for it several times, because the place was too small and there was no other place to look. He just smoked there and stared at the woman and began to quarrel. Men are crazy, too

I want to stay and help them find their children, but the tour bus is leaving, so we can't delay the trip. After so many years, I can't forget the woman's cry and the man's anger. I think there is a great possibility that something will happen to my child. Either it was abducted or it fell into the river and was not found in time. Because the place was too small, they couldn't see it at first sight, but they looked for it several times.

Think about it. On New Year's Eve, the family happily went out to travel, and one person was missing when they returned. This discomfort is indescribable. When traveling, everything is secondary. Safety first! Safety first!

Finally, I still hope that on that day, their children will just have fun and go to a distant place to play alone. Everything was just a false alarm. I hope so.

The most wonderful thing that happened to me was going to Tianjin by train in the summer of 2008. I didn't buy a sleeper or a hard seat, so I went to the dining car for one night. The dining car serves at 9: 30, and each person has an iron plate. I sat in the front seat, just finished eating, and sat down to eat. I looked up and saw an uncle squatting at the junction of two cars and taking a shit. Oh, my God! Maybe he has diarrhea, just in time for school to start. There were so many people on the train that he couldn't squeeze in. The conductor hasn't opened the door for a long time. He couldn't help it. He flew thousands of feet into the air! That scene is really! I was a freshman, and I saw such a wonderful thing for the first time. The waiter in the dining car said, Oh, why are you going to the bathroom here? What should I do? Uncle said, who told you not to open the door for me! I can't go to the bathroom. What should I do? Can the living still hold their urine? ! Swear, wipe your ass with the newspaper, lift your pants and leave. At this time, the conductor came and was deceived. I don't think I've ever seen such a scene. Several people, each with a basin, rushed under the car with water. Everyone in the dining car didn't eat, and they were shocked!

I have seen many wonderful and unforgettable things in these years' travel, among which poverty is the most exciting, especially in poor areas where people's lives are still very difficult.

In the spring of 20 13, I took a photo with Miss Wang from Yunnan. She said that this village has bad folk customs and is unfriendly to foreigners. Taking pictures costs money, which is very different from other stockades nearby. Pay attention to it. This is a village that developed tourism earlier.

The man I met when I drove into the stockade was fine and friendly, but some women and children were different. At first I thought it was for money. Seeing an old man chatting with a young woman, I took out 20 yuan to the old man and wanted to take some photos. The old man didn't know how to say thank you, but the woman beside me quit. I thought, I wouldn't give it, so she picked up a stick and gesticulated with strokes, as if to hit someone.

This situation is really rare in other places. Generally, ethnic minority areas turn around without taking pictures. Not that fierce. I was a little annoyed, and of course I didn't take their interest seriously. So are the children. When they see you holding a camera, they either shout "money", or the sand lifts you and the branches hit you. The boys are all very fierce. Make you laugh and cry.

Soon I arrived at the innermost family, a very shabby house and a small yard. There is no land here, and there are few big quadrangles. There are two black cows, an old hen and some chickens in the yard. The small yard is also a mess, full of feces and firewood, just like it is actually a cowshed.

But when I got to the door, I found what seemed to be two thin legs. There is a man here. Stretching out your leg scares me. How can someone lie in such a mess of feces and weeds? There are cows on the side, which is not only unsanitary but also unsafe. Curiosity drove me to put my head in and take a closer look. As a result, I was really an old lady leaning in the corner by the door to bask in the sun.

Then the host came out and I said, can I come in and have a look? They agreed. When I entered the room, I was surprised to see the result. I have never seen such a poor family. The two main rooms are connected. Into the hall, there is only a bed and a dirty quilt in the room, like a cooking place. I built a stove in the middle with stones to boil water, with firewood and no chimney. The whole room is full of smoke, which is very choking.

There is little furniture and nothing of value in the room. I looked up. Just after the new year, I hope to see things like bacon and food hanging on the beams. The result is empty, no lights. There seems to be no electricity at home, let alone household appliances such as TV sets. How can there be such a family in modern society?

In front of the fireplace stood a young man, the son of an old man, 36 years old. He is also the father of three children in this family. The first thing I said to him was a reproachful tone: how did this happen at home? How do you live? Is this still home? He said that he used to go out to work, but he didn't earn any money. The income from farming here is really too small. This is a family of eight with four generations living under one roof. All four adults can work except grandparents. How can they be so poor?

This trip to Yunnan left a deep impression on me. Five years have passed in an instant, and I don't know what happened to this family. But in the past five years, I began to do public welfare, helping children in Yunnan to study and the elderly to spend their old age safely. Recently began to repair a house for a poor family.

I have been to many places and met more and more wonderful things and unforgettable things …

Let's talk about the experience of traveling to New Zealand in poverty and making money for the first time in life.

The beverage town in the north of Waikato is famous for the only sea park and beverage bottle in the world, but I was too young to prepare too much cash, and happened to encounter the loss of my only VISA credit card, so the first poor tour in my life was born ...

I found more than a dozen small town residents, and either I couldn't use UnionPay cards or I was regarded as a liar ... And a kind shopkeeper asked him if he needed help to call the consulate. Finally, he washed dishes in a restaurant run by Hong Kong people for two days and earned S $200 before leaving town. Don't ask me where I live, the hotel is prepaid.

On the trip, I also booked a hotel in Gore Town, and I wanted to leave for Gore Town. I took a ride introduced by my boss in Hong Kong. On the way, I told the driver about my "tragic" experience, so the New Zealander took me to another restaurant in Gore Town and said to the restaurant owner with a smile: He (pointing at me) needs a temporary job ...

In this way, the second job is to introduce menus and souvenirs to tourists of China tour groups. Under the "sympathy" of a Shandong elder sister, she exchanged Alipay for S $3,500, leaving Gore S $ 150 from two days' work.

With money in my pocket, I miss the feeling of traveling while working, so I simply pulled my face down and traveled all the way to work … I worked in a basic town for two or three days and then played for a day or two, and then set off for the next stop. Only Queenstown and Hobbit Village have not found jobs yet. Queenstown is because there are too many people in China and there is no need for temporary workers. Hobbits are because there are too few tourists, and most of them are day trips …

Generally speaking, the follow-up trip is about 25 days, and how much money is earned is not counted. When I left New Zealand, I still had more than S $5,600 in my pocket. After deducting more than 300 I brought, I got 2500, with a net profit of more than 1000, close to 8000 RMB …

If the impressive person should be Miss Turkey, she is actually an Egyptian who immigrated to Turkey. For the sake of a handsome Turkish guy she met on the trip, she resolutely gave up her career and sold all her property to come to Turkey to find him. The story is also bloody. My little sister couldn't get pregnant because of congenital reasons, and the handsome boy suddenly disappeared the night he learned the truth …

So, my little sister opened a small hotel in a small town adjacent to Greece, and wrote some travel experiences and emotional stories online every day, which attracted a group of fans ... The hotel business was not bad, and the living conditions seemed to be a state of wanting nothing. When every fan comes to live, she will personally take her fans shopping, and she can cut with the merchants for ten minutes, with a discount of 1 lira. ...

What is even more awesome is her cooking. Every fan will personally cook the most famous meal in the fan country. Of course, Miss Jie has never been to China, mixing Japanese food with Chinese food …

I don't know why, but I envy her life. Although she has defects, she is also full and comfortable, as long as she doesn't earn enough money …

About ten years ago, I took a bus. I bought the ticket at Zheng Erbajing Station. After the bus left the station, I went to the side of the road with several people. One of the two drivers of this bus woke me up and asked a young man who got on the bus later to give me his seat and give me a small bench to sit in the driveway. I said, why? He said you can do whatever you want. At that time, I was just a little girl At that time, I was only eighteen. Don't even dare to sit on the small bench, I'm so angry! The young man looked out of the window as soon as he sat down. If the internet was so popular at that time, he would have filmed all this in a few minutes and exposed it online. But he was checked by the police on the way and was overloaded. However, the people who walked that way didn't get off the bus and still took it away by car. He seems to have been fined. It should be reported to the world! If the bus didn't carry an overloaded person, I don't know if I would tell the police that I have a ticket and a seat.