Is there anything unforgettable or wonderful on the way to travel?

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

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

An old woman is holding a child. The child is covered in blood and has traces of dressing on his head. It should be a head injury. The grandmother squatted beside a garbage dump and didn't ask 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, so she kept staring at us with her children. The eyes were full of anger and sadness, especially the eyes of the children made people nervous.

But we couldn't understand what the old man said at all. We just kept gesticulating there.

So, each of us took out one hundred yuan and handed it to the old man. Just as we were about to call the police, a passerby came up to us 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 and helped send the child to the hospital for dressing.

two hours later, the old man came back with his child in his arms, and squatted in the place where he was hit, saying that he was looking for the motorcyclist. This stay lasted for several hours. . .

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

However, wherever we are, we find that human beings have trudged to survive.

In Izhen volcano, where sulfur workers walk on the edge of death in Lan Huo, a hell.

La Rinconada, Peru, is a gold digger who lives at an altitude of 5,1 meters. In extreme cold and lack of oxygen, he scours out the hardships of life.

In Jeju Island, South Korea, sea girls who collect sea urchins for a living have been immersed in cold seawater all their lives, but they have also propped up the lifelines of families.

This summer, we went to the Danajir depression in Ethiopia, which is also one of the most 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 also here that we see one of the most difficult ways for people to live:

There are such a group of salt diggers, driving camels, who walk into this formidable big stove year after year in search of precious salt.

Not far from their workplace, is Dalol volcano, from which magma and foul-smelling sulfur water often gush.

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

we arrived in danajir hollow in September this year. Although it is autumn, the temperature is still 42 degrees.

local people say that at the highest, it reached over 6 degrees here. So, it's cool now ...

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

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

At night, it becomes a beautiful "Star Hotel".

besides the high temperature, it is very inconvenient to get water here.

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

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

but the local alphas are used to this temperature.

here, there are no rivers and no green, which is the cruelest living environment in the world.

a long time ago, the danagir depression was once a part of the ocean. After a long time, the seawater here has been continuously evaporated, forming a salty lake.

under the action of extreme high temperature, salt is separated from the lake water, forming a large salt field with a thickness of nearly 1 meters.

most alphas who live near here dig salt for a living.

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

The same is true of the Danajir hollow where we went. There are rich salt mines 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", but it's actually very simple. Several wooden sticks support several summer sleeping mats, which are the four walls of the room.

The temperature difference between morning and evening in Danajir hollow is large, and the nearby salt land and sand 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 also maintained because of salt mining.

The average salary in Ethiopia is about $9 per month, while salt diggers can earn $3 to $4, which is not bad.

This may be one of the reasons why these salt diggers 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 with a temperature difference of tens of degrees every day, and then transport it to the town by camel.

The pieces of salt bricks dug down are still spectacular to pile up.

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

up to today, there is almost no change in the way of salt mining here: first, break the salt blocks on the ground with tools, and then pry them off with wooden sticks. All by manpower, without any mechanical components.

Liang Hong and I also tried a salt mining process. This kind of work is extremely exhausting, and it is even more tiring under high temperature. If we can't dig a few pieces, the two of us will be exhausted.

with such great efforts, we finally dug up a salt lump worth 3 RMB.

In addition to this desert, there is a volcanic salt lake in Ethiopia that can produce salt.

The salt pickers there usually wear only a pair of underwear when fishing for salt in the lake. Because of poverty, they can't afford the protective gear. Workers can only block their nostrils with mud bags, so that highly corrosive salt can't get into their noses.

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

unprocessed salt is extremely corrosive, which makes 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 the desert and in the salt lake. They hope that their children will stop struggling in the salt lake.

However, like Sisyphus, who keeps pushing huge stones, 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 that the traffic jam that often happens is not smooth. Thank you for your invitation!

let's not talk about other people's wonderful things, let's talk about myself first! In 1998, my dad took me to Beijing for business. At that time, it was still Beijing South Railway Station. I had changed one meter and two meters. My dad let me squat for saving the fare, but I was stopped when I left the station. There were about 1 children, all of whom were taken to the guard room. Soon my parents took them away, leaving 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 about to leave when my dad came and bought a ticket. Originally, I went to the bank to withdraw money. There is no cash to make up the ticket! Besides, my dad didn't have a bank card, only a passbook, and he stood in line for a long time. He was so anxious that he almost cried. A 5-year-old rough man had been holding back. When he came to see me, he saw that I was standing calmly. Finally, he couldn't hold back and hugged me crying! By the way, I'm a girl ...

And when I went back, my dad took me to catch the train. Because there were too many luggage, all the luggage was put on the train, and the train left, and I was still standing below! I guess it's far from the door, and no one saw me. I guess my dad forgot 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, so I didn't, I said, I'll wait for my father here! After about 7 hours, I saw my dad running towards me ...

Once I was on a 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 will take more than 3 hours to go to Xinjiang. As she only bought one seat, the woman slept in the small seat as soon as she got on the bus, and the child over one year old sat on the ground to play by herself. That woman can sleep very well, only when it's time to eat something and feed her children, and at other times she sleeps, regardless of the children on the ground. No matter day or night, the child plays in the car, and when he is sleepy, he sleeps at his mother's feet, just like a puppy. Someone joked when it was opened to traffic and said, wake up, the child has been taken away! Mom looked up and went back to sleep. Everyone said that this mother's heart is really big, and she is not afraid that her child will be abducted. The key point is that the two children are not noisy at all, the younger one keeps sleeping with his mother, the older one plays by himself, sleeps when he is tired, eats when he is hungry, and is not noisy or noisy.

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. Grabbing his mother's clothes and jerking them down, he went to touch grandma. Her mother slapped her in the face, and the child cried with one hand touching his cheek. 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 was still burying his face. After crying for a while, he wiped his tears, grinned, and ran all over the carriage to make trouble, which made the passengers complaining. Her mother slapped her again when she came back. In this way, the child would get a slap in the face in less than ten minutes, but after crying, she turned around and began to beg for resentment. I sat next to him and watched him get a dozen slaps without interruption. The most impressive thing is that the child covered his face and cried after being beaten, and then wiped his tears and grinned at that funny expression. Finally, the whole carriage was accusing the mother of not educating her children.

one thing.

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

There is a scenic spot called Blue Moon Valley under the Yulong Snow Mountain. Anyone who has been there should know that the river is blue and looks like Jiuzhaigou. The scenic spot is very small, and it is a path ten meters wide 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 went back and forth along the river, and the woman cried in the same place, crying almost crazy, paddling her hands in the air, 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, so he smoked there and stared at the woman and began to quarrel. Men are also crazy.

I'd like to stay and help them find their children, but the tour bus should leave, and we can't delay the trip. After so many years, I have never forgotten the woman's cry and the man's rage, and I always think of it. 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 the New Year's Eve, the whole family happily went out to travel, and when they went back, they lost one person. This kind of discomfort is beyond description. When traveling, everything is secondary. Safety first! Safety first!

Finally, I still hope that their children were just naughty that day, and they went to the distance to have fun alone, and everything was just a false alarm. I hope so.

The most wonderful thing that happened to me was that I went to Tianjin by train in the summer of 28, and I didn't buy a sleeper or a hard seat, so I ran to the dining car for one night. The dining car served food at 9: 3, and each person had an iron plate. I sat in the front seat, just finished my meal and sat down to eat. As soon as I looked up, an uncle squatted on the joint between the two cars. Oh, my god! Maybe he has loose bowels, just in time for the school to start. There are many people on the train, so he can't squeeze in. The conductor didn't come to drive the door for a long time. He couldn't help it, and he flew down to thousands of feet! That scene is really! I was a freshman at that time, 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 toilet here? What should I do? The uncle said, who told you not to open the door for me! I can't go to the toilet. What should I do? The living can still suffocate the urine? ! Swearing, wiping my ass with the newspaper, lifting my pants and leaving. At this time, the conductor came and was blinded. I guess I have never seen this scene. Several people, each with a basin, rushed under the car with water. Everyone in the dining car didn't eat, and they were all shocked!

I've seen many wonderful and unforgettable things during my travels in recent years, among which poverty is the most exciting thing for me, especially in the poor areas where people's lives are still very hard.

In the spring of 213, I took a photo with Miss Wang from Yunnan. She said that this village has bad folk customs and is unfriendly to outsiders, so it costs money to take photos, which is very different from other nearby stockades, so we should 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 the greeting was friendly, but some women and children were different. At first, I thought it was asking for money. When I saw an old man chatting with a young woman, I took out 2 yuan and gave it to the old man, trying to take some photos. However, the old man didn't know how to say thank you when he took it, but the woman around him quit and wanted to. When I didn't give it, she picked up a stick and gesticulated with strokes, and seemed to hit someone.

This kind of situation is really rare in other places. Generally, people in minority areas turn around if they don't take photos. It's not so fierce. I'm a little annoyed, and of course I didn't take their interest. And so are children. When they see you with a camera, they either shout "want money" or the sand lifts you and the branches hit you, and the boys all act fierce. Make you laugh and cry.

I walked quickly to the innermost house, which was very shabby and had no big yard. There was little land here, and there were few big yard houses. There are two black cows and an old hen with a few chicks in the yard. The small yard is also very messy, with feces and firewood everywhere, just like it is actually a cow pen.

But at the door, I found what seemed to be two thin legs. There was a person here. Stretching out your legs scared me. How can there be people lying 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 to have a closer look, and as a result, I was really leaning against an old lady in the sun in the corner by the door.

at this moment, the host came out. I said, can I come in and have a look? They agreed. I was surprised to see the result when I entered the room. I have never seen such a poor family. The first two rooms are connected together. When I entered the hall, there was only a bed and a dirty quilt in the room. It was like a cooking place, and a stove was set up in the middle with stones to boil water, with firewood and no smoke.