Chapter 8 7. Places that cannot be reached

"This is also qualified to be called 'luxury'? Racine, who taught you Chinese?" Wang Can, who hadn't spoken much all the way, finally stood in front of the hotel where we were staying and became irritable. And I, after the spiritual baptism all the way, is now in a very delicate calm, just looking at the "luxury hotel" in front of me, trying to discover its beauty: at the end of a muddy path, it is a flat building The three-story concrete building was erected, with peacock blue and dazzling pink on the exterior walls. According to visual inspection, there are at most three rooms on each floor of this building.

"No, I don't live in this kind of place, so I'll change to a hotel." Wang Can said. "Change to a hotel where you can live. In China, places like this are temporary constructions used for demolition and housing replacement, and they cannot be used for people." Racine was embarrassed for a while, then nodded: "Okay, okay, no problem, there are good hotels in Kathmandu, five-star hotels, famous all over the world..." Wang Can took off his sunglasses and interrupted him: "Stop promoting it, you still say this hotel is luxurious, take me there first."

"Okay, right now, it's very close, just behind our hotel, hyatt, famous, anyone else wants to change hotels?" We looked in the direction of Racine's finger, and at a relatively low place, we saw a magnificent palace-style building with a large swimming pool and a yard big enough to build a golf course - it was very similar to A quiet little country. I also want to change hotels. There is also that sister who has the same idea as me. She asked Racine: "How much is a day over there?" "It's the peak season now, and you can only know the specific room after asking, but it usually costs more than 200 US dollars."

Everyone was silent. In the end, only Wang Can decided to live in Hyatt without changing his face, and all of us stayed in this dilapidated house that Wang Can called "to be demolished". Wang Can was sitting on the sofa by the counter, waiting for Racine to help us check in. The hotel lobby was dark and smelled of old Indian incense. As soon as I sat down, the old dust on the sofa swarmed up. After filling out all the forms and getting dizzy with a lot of Nepali like tadpoles, I finally got the key. The room was on the third floor. When I started to climb the stairs with my luggage, I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten my passport on the desk at the front desk of the hotel.

I scrambled back to the hall, scanned around, and found that my passport was in Wang Can's hand, and he was flipping through it. Wang Can looked up at me, with an understated expression on his face, but there was a kind of cheap mockery in his eyes. "Give me back my passport." I said bluntly. Wang Can raised his passport: "Is this passport yours?" I nodded, avoiding his gaze. "Then...is your name Cheng Yumeng, or...Cheng Tianshuang?" Li Nuoxue, who was going through the formalities at the front desk, turned his head and stared at me. "Cheng, Tian, ​​Shuang...Cheng, Tian, ​​Shuang." Wang Can read my real name with great interest, "This name is very strong, your parents are very optimistic!"

I grabbed my passport and walked towards the stairs without looking back. "Hey! Cheng Tianshuang!" Wang Can stopped me behind me. "What?" I looked at him angrily. "You were in Tuscany and you went to the forest to pick truffles yourself?" "Yes what's the matter?" "That's quite interesting." Wang Can smiled annoyingly, "I lived in Provence at the time, and I heard from local farmers that they let pigs use their noses to dig truffles from the ground." "..." I looked at Wang Can coldly, tried to calm down for a second, and was ready to fight back, "The customs are different in different places. Anyway, I can pick it with my hands when I go, but you can use your nose when you go. It varies from person to person. Bar."

Back in that dilapidated room, I sat on the bed with springs stretching my buttocks to relax for a while, and then I stood up again. Originally pretending to be such a thing, since I did it, I will be ready to be exposed in minutes. I even changed my real name categorically. It is nothing to lose face. Besides, I have already lived in such a room. What can't be seen. The room was quite large, stretching as far as the eye could see. Apart from the bed, it was so shabby that there was no furniture to block the view. A small TV of more than ten inches was hung on the wall, and the floor was covered with a low-quality carpet of suspicious color.

I was hit by a series of disappointments, so I had no choice but to take a shower first, and then go out for a walk. After dinner, Racine helped us arrange a course of spiritual exploration, saying that it could help us better Integrate into Nepal and better understand the connotation of Nepal, a Buddhist country. In my opinion, if you want to better integrate into Nepal, it is useless to engage in these falsehoods. It is better to distribute a set of 3M earplug masks to each person. I walked into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and there was a rumble in the pipe, and then water gushed out. I put my hand into the water flow, and the water fell on my hand, a layer of bubbles, like soda water.

I took half a glass of water in a glass and looked at it in the sun. It was light yellow, and if I added some foam, it would be a good draft beer. I held my glass in a daze for a long time, and I was really amazed. I went out with an anxious heart, and I was going to see if there was a supermarket selling bottled water nearby. When I went downstairs, I happened to see Racine and Wang Can walking into the hall under the sun. Wang Can was still dragging his luggage. , with a gloomy face, he threw the box beside the sofa as soon as he came in: "Where can I make a call? My phone is out of battery."

Racine pointed outside the door: "If you want to make an international call, go out, cross the road, turn left, turn again, and turn right after the turn..." Racine's way of guiding the way is really a bit roundabout, Wang Can's His face became more and more ugly, and Racine hurriedly added: "I, I will go with you." "No, I'll find it myself." Wang Can walked out of the hotel regardless. Seeing Wang Can walk away, I let go of my gossip: "What's wrong? Didn't you go to live in Hyatt? There is no room over there?" Racine shook his head: "Yes, there are rooms, but Mr. Wang's credit card... can't be used."

I smiled gloatingly, and walked out of the hotel in a happy mood, thinking that Wang Can, who didn't have enough credit, really pretended to be a rich second generation. Very comprehensive. When I was thinking about Wang Can, I saw him, and I stopped, not to say hello to him, but - we couldn't cross the road in front of us. The road in front of me is basically as wide as the combined width of two or three hutongs in Beijing. However, the cars on the National Highway are squeezed out alive. There are no traffic lights, no sidewalks, and no zebra crossings at the intersection. It can be driven in any direction, and there is no such thing as retrograde at all. Wang Can and I were separated by five or six meters from the left to the right, and we stood on the side of the road in a daze. Not far across the road, in my eyes at this moment, it is a place that I will never reach. In my life, there are many places that have been determined to be impossible to reach: the million-dollar mansion with a roof garden, the big house of an overseas bank, etc. The customer room, the vineyards in Tuscany - but I didn't expect to add another one now: across the road from Kathmandu. Just as we were collapsing, there was a sound of footsteps behind us, and Racine appeared behind us out of breath: "Ah, I knew you would have trouble getting through, Canada, the traffic in Canada is very complicated, and it will take a long time to understand. , we crossed the road like this..." Racine rushed up the street with a stride, and the traffic of motorcycles in all directions was about to cross him. I was trembling with fear when I saw Racine standing in the middle of the road, with his arms stretched straight out to block the left and right sides. Ass, you treat yourself as a human roadblock, but the traffic on both sides actually stopped suddenly, and one of the motorcycles braked too hard, and the cabbage on the back of the car rolled down with a splash. There was the sound of brakes rubbing on the whole road one after another. Racine stood in place with his arms raised high. The traffic on both sides left only a space for one person to pass through. Wang Can and I were dumbfounded. Racine turned and greeted us: "It's done! It's done!" I crossed the road tremblingly, facing the eyes of many Canadian drivers who were forced to stop. I thought everyone would be very angry, but when I looked around carefully, everyone was smiling, with a normal expression, The uncle who was bending over to pick up the cabbage shouted at us while we were passing by: "Hello! China! (Hi! Chinese)" "In Kadu, you have to cross the road like this." After safely reaching the opposite side of the road, the traffic behind him started to accelerate at zero speed. Racine said to us loudly amidst the sound of the horn. I nodded, feeling admiration for the young man in his early twenties next to me. Racine accompanied me to a small store on the roadside to buy water. Wang Can then went to find a place nearby to make a phone call with a gloomy face. Where did it come from? The water company?" Racine shook his head, looked around for a while, and then pointed to the roof of a two-story building next to him. On the roof stood a tower-shaped object made of three red plastic basins. "Where does the water come from," said Racine. "There?" I pointed to the three pots, "What do you mean?" "That is, the rainwater falls into the first basin, then flows into the second basin through the hole in the middle, and then flows into the third basin. In this way, the water becomes clean, and the clean water flows into the water pipe, which can used." I looked at the three-story plastic basin water tower standing in the dust and car exhaust again, and sure enough, a yellowed hose was feebly stuffed into the room along the window. "Nepal has very few water resources, and tap water is very expensive, but fortunately, we have a rainy season. During the rainy season, it rains a lot, so we can store water, which is good..." When Racine was talking to himself with a happy face, we passed the place where the phone was being made, and through the glass window, we happened to see Wang Can standing in front of the phone, holding the microphone with an angry face, and we heard the roar even outside the door . "...You want to kill me, right? I've come to Nepal, and I'm alone in this poor place, and you still hold on to my credit card? Let me tell you, don't go too far, or I will let you Saw your son on the international news..." I really feel sorry for the father on the other end of the phone. What's the use of having this kind of son? It's better to take back the placenta that was thrown away at the beginning. Now he should look more like a human being than him. When having dinner in the restaurant attached to the hotel, the members of the tour group have already entered their respective travel modes. While eating, the members of the big sister group loudly discussed their shopping experience in the afternoon: "This scarf is at least 50 yuan cheaper than domestic ones." "Oh my goodness." The exchange rate is too low, you have been cheated!" "This Nepalese is not real, the price has to be cut in half..." It is really admirable that they can establish a shopping battlefield in the first place. Everyone in the photography team formed a circle around the table, each holding a SLR camera, and took pictures of the food on the table with a stern look on their faces, like a forensic doctor at the scene of a murder . I looked at the food on the table, not to mention taking pictures of it, I didn’t even know how to start eating it. There were six large plates on the table, and each plate contained exactly the same shit-yellow objects. The visual effect was very good. Domineering. I raised my hand to greet the waiter: "What are these?" The waiter breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh! It's curry, it's delicious." I vaguely guessed that this is curry, but do I need to serve the same eight dishes? The waiter picked up the fork and carefully scooped up a piece of fried potato from the first plate, and introduced it to me: "Look, potato curry." He took out a cauliflower from the second plate, "Look, Vegetable curry." In turn, as long as there is any kitchen waste salvaged from each dish of curry, it will be some kind of curry. In the end, it was embarrassing because he didn't salvage anything in the last dish. "So... this is...?" The waiter smiled lightly, and the size was not messed up at all, and the general answer was: This is the basic curry, with the longest history and the most natural flavor. Impressed. Flies were flying around these excrement-like objects. Suddenly, there was a harsh friction sound from Wang Can's table next to him. Racine rushed over in a hurry: "Mr. Wang, what's wrong with you?" There were already wine bottles on Wang Can's table. Wang Can half-opened his eyes and looked at us in a daze. Then he raised his hand slightly, and there was a fly on the silver fork in his hand. Wang Can threw the fork casually: "It's okay, killing a life, is it a crime here?"