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What kind of existence is the poor girl? Tell me about the things I once brought to Tibet from Yunnan.

Mango Travel Diary: In recent years, many poor girls have been demonized on the Internet, so that I dare not say that I am also a poor girl. I have hitchhiked, let alone hitchhiked.

In the eyes of many netizens, poor girls are like this: wearing exposed clothes, pulling suitcases, showing one leg to stop a car on the side of the road, eating and drinking along the way, and even accompanying people to eat and sleep, asking for money. In short, in their eyes, poor girls are not going to travel, but to sell themselves. I don't know when this demon wind blew up, and it got bigger and bigger, so that for a long time I didn't dare to say that I was actually traveling in poverty.

In my eyes, poor travel is like this: stay in a place for a period of time, stay in a cheap inn or youth travel (with available kitchen), go to a local shop to eat or go to the vegetable market to buy food and cook for yourself, go to more ethnic scenic spots without tickets, and go to less public scenic spots with expensive tickets. Short-term travel ranges from one or two months to six months or even a year. Because of the long travel time, there is no way to spend money lavishly.

Have I ever hitchhiked? It was June 20 12 when we took the Yunnan-Tibet line. I traveled alone for the first time in my life. I live alone in a suite in an inn in Lijiang. I asked my boss where I can join the club that takes the Yunnan-Tibet line. He said it's not easy for you to form a team alone. There are very few people in Tibet now, so we might as well take a ride on the road.

I saw many hitchhikers on the internet, but I still dare not ride alone. Then I met some hitchhikers who came back from Lhasa. They said it was ok, safe and easy to ride. To tell the truth, those who would have taken the Sichuan-Tibet line and the Yunnan-Tibet line at that time were all people who really loved traveling. The whole tourism environment is relatively pure, and apprentices have just emerged in China, which is relatively safe, unlike the mixed fish and dragons now.

But I still dare not ride alone, so I took the shuttle bus to Shangri-La, but I didn't have a companion. At that time, there were really not many tourists in Tibet. I took the shuttle bus to Feilai Temple. On the bus, I met two boys and two girls. They never rode alone. We chatted and decided to ride together. Generally, two or three people sit in one car first and take two trips separately.

In fact, I started hitchhiking out of curiosity, which made me feel fresh and fun. Sometimes you can get to your destination soon, and sometimes you can't see a car for a long time. We don't worry, just stop while walking, and every time the destination is a county in front. From Feilai Temple to Lhasa for 6 days, after arriving at each destination, we will look around. Sometimes one car can reach the finish line, and sometimes it takes many cars to reach the finish line. I have been in go on road trip, Tibetan, palace, tractor and carriage.

Every time I bought fruit and snacks, I shared them with people who were willing to ride with us and talked with them about what I had seen on the road. There was no meal. Sometimes we just arrive at dinner on the way, either we invite them or we go Dutch (most of them don't let us invite them). Most of them feel happy to catch us, because it adds extra fun to the boring journey.

After that, I basically didn't take the bus (I took the bus in Taxian County, Kashgar City, Xinjiang on April 20, because the bus left), and the experience of taking the bus became a very beautiful and unforgettable memory in my memory. That's a sign of youth. People won't have that kind of impulse when they reach a certain age, so I once said that I miss me very much now.

Later, more and more people hitchhiked on the Sichuan-Tibet line, the definition of poor travel on the Internet became more and more wonderful, and the imagination of poor women became more and more demonized, which made me feel angry and funny. Once we were kind to strangers, now we are very malicious to strangers on the internet.

I don't want to rehabilitate the poor girls here. I just hope that this society will be more kind to strangers.