Wen Han returned to the hotel room, opened the notebook, and wrote down the itinerary.
D1 (9.9): Enter Kathmandu, Nepal (arrive at 16:06 local time) via India, and live in Thamel.
D2 (9.10): Nepal Tiki Festival, visit Bodna and Durbar Square in the morning, exchange currency. Evening Henna Tattoo.
D3 (9.11):
The nib stopped.
What are you going to do today
It didn't take long for this question to stay, and Rum came excitedly to inform her and Agassi that the itinerary had changed, and they would go rafting on the Trisuri River today. This unexpected arrangement made everyone in a hurry. She didn't have much luggage, so she took care of it quickly. When I went downstairs, I saw Wang Wenhao arguing with the proprietress unpleasantly, why the schedule was suddenly advanced.
"Dear, you know that the weather in Nepal is very bad recently," the proprietress smiled, she was used to dealing with all kinds of bad-tempered guests, "the rainy season is not suitable for rafting. I have contacted several guides, but they are not very happy to take you. At any rate, there were finally two who were willing to pick up, but only agreed to a one-day trip."
Wang Wenhao took off his glasses and wiped them irritably: "I don't like being disrupted by people. You are so disrespectful to people."
Wen Han rarely sees him like this, and walking over with Agassi, the two women whispered to him: "Nepal at this time is indeed the rainy season, so it is not suitable for rafting."
Wang Wenhao glanced at Wen Han and didn't protest any more: "I'll go out for a walk and exchange some more money, you guys will wait in the lobby."
He left immediately after speaking, looking a little inexplicably hasty.
When Wen Han put his backpack on the sofa in the lobby, he saw Cheng Muyun leaning against the green glass cabinet at the front desk, tilting his head, listening to questions from two Korean female tourists. At this moment, he raised his eyes and glanced at the lobby, his eyes swept past her indifferently, as if there was no intersection.
Wen Han tried his best to look out the window.
On the street, a few soldiers with live ammunition passed by. People with guns can be seen on every corner of the street here, making people nervous.
This is Nepal, separated from Russia by a China. He said he would never go to Moscow in his life. And she can't stay here, not even the visa will allow her to flow down.
Wen Han pursed his lips and found himself imagining the possibility of being with him for a long time.
Sober up, warm, you'll be back in Moscow soon. He has long stated that he can't give you a future, so don't contact him anymore.
She clenched the sofa under her body, creating a deep fold.
…
When Cheng Muyun took advantage of Agassi to go out to buy small gifts and walked towards her with a cup of milk tea, she finally made up her mind and whispered, "Let's keep our distance properly."
Cheng Muyun stopped, the smile in his eyes faded, but the corners of his mouth raised inexplicably: "As you wish."
He drank the milk tea in his hand, put the white porcelain cup on the windowsill, and left.
Until departure, he never appeared in front of them again.
Because there are few tourists, there are only two rubber boats and fifteen tourists in the rafting. Cheng Muyun and his short friend have been in Nepal for many years, and they are very familiar with the guides here, so they became half guides, controlling the stern and giving orders.
Cheng Muyun led one boat, and Meng Liangchuan was in charge of the other.
The guide is at ease and paddles with the tourists.
Cheng Muyun didn't even wear a life jacket, so he put on a protective helmet. He stood by the river and explained the precautions to several male tourists. After all, he couldn't rely on those female tourists. In this kind of adventure project, men are the main force.
When he was ready, he stepped on the rubber boat and let eight tourists aboard.
The female tourists almost swarmed up, but he had no choice but to stop them: "Ladies, you have to think carefully, there will be rapids, big waves and rapids later, my suggestion is that you'd better have a man and a woman, so that there will be people around you. The men are here to take care of you," he glanced down at the river, "you know, I can't handle so many women falling into the water together."
Everyone laughs and redistributes.
In fact, when the rubber boat is actually in the water, who cares if the guide is a handsome guy? When the boat is flattening the river, everyone will still find it interesting, paddle together, and compete with another boat. It was really exciting to enter the rapids, falling from the top of the wave to the bottom of the wave, and the tourists paddling were in a hurry, and began to scream in mixed screams.
Wen Han was also in this thrill, temporarily forgetting the embarrassment between him and him.
"Hurry up and save people!" Meng Liangchuan let out a loud shout, and someone fell into the water. Cheng Muyun seemed to be lacking interest all the time, and only then did he become serious: "Let's go back against the current!"
He immediately changed seats with the guide, took the oar himself, and turned the bow.
The tourists on this boat are also rowing desperately against the current.
"Wenhan Wenhan! I can't do it!" Agassi said loudly in Russian, watching the oars fly out. "Hold my waist!" Wen Han shouted, his palms were also exhausted from paddling against the current, but he still held the paddle tightly.
He took a look, and after confirming that the two of them hadn't fallen into the water, he looked at the water again.
The waves were turbulent and shocking.
Cheng Muyun threw a rope to the guide, and the guide quickly wrapped the rope around himself and handed it to his back - stunned.
Behind the guide is Wen Han. In the eyes of others, she is the thinnest girl.
Wen Han didn't hesitate, took the rope, wrapped it around his waist like a guide, and knotted it hard. Although her hands were trembling a little, she finished it quickly.
Cheng Muyun wrapped his right hand around the rope, jumped into the rushing water, and picked up the life jacket of the drowning tourist with one hand. Wen Han and the guide were both pulled forward because of the rope being pulled.
Fortunately, after only ten seconds, the male tourist who fell into the water was thrown up by Cheng Muyun.
Cheng Muyun then jumped up, half squatted down, saw the man's face turning pale, and simply patted the man's face. The man who was so scared that he lost his soul finally took a breath, coughed a few times, covered his face, and looked at Cheng Muyun in horror...
After such a toss, he became the focus of women's attention when he arrived at the white sand beach.
In order to save people, he was soaked all over, and it was inconvenient to take off his trousers, so he took off his shirt and shoes to dry. He had few items with him, a waterproof bag containing a self-defense knife and gun was thrown to the side.
He just sat on the boulder with his bare feet and upper body basking in the sun, with his back facing here.
The afternoon sun wrapped a faint halo around him.
Wen Han took the white dry bath towel prepared by the guide, untied the rope that tied his hair, wiped his hair lightly, and looked at him uncontrollably from the corner of his eye. There is a large tattoo on his back. She has seen this kind of tattoo several times. Some monks believe that enduring skin pain is also a kind of practice.
And Cheng Muyun's body is a lotus flower.
Large pieces of intertwined vines and cascading lotus flowers are finally stacked to form a more complete single lotus.
This man feels different in every situation.
For example, now on the beach, he looks very harmless to humans and animals while sitting in the sun. It's just a little too quiet, even his own friend Meng Liangchuan would find it boring to talk to him, and would rather avoid him and chat with the two guides.
A female tourist walked over and asked about the tattoo on his back. It was the two Korean female tourists who had a good relationship with him in the hotel. The girl spoke English very poorly but softly, and was mixed with some curiosity about him. Cheng Muyun didn't talk much, and the wording and speed of speech were controlled just right so that the other party could understand.
She twisted the bath towel in her hand, but she couldn't get any water out, it was just a little wet.
It was easy for him to provoke women who didn't know him well. After a while, Agassi also took the opportunity to get close and chat with them. Wen Han heard the voice of the Korean woman laughing.
Wang Wenhao sat down beside Wen Han: "You have been running away from me since you entered Nepal."
"Is there?" She looked back.
"Not feeling well?"
She shook her head: "It's almost done."
Wang Wenhao looked at her eyes under the sun. Although her adoptive parents are Chinese, she has unique and fascinating eyes. Only when you look closely will you find that her eyes have a dark blue color, which is very different from black.
Such a beautiful girl, looking at him with her big eyes, always made him feel a hot and primitive urge to rub her into his arms, bite her lips, and even her body. Although her performance on the rubber boat just now surprised and surprised him, he prefers the girl in front of him now, making people want to take care and kiss.
Wang Wenhao wanted to go further.
She ducked and whispered, "Don't do this."
"Wenhan?"
"We've known each other for more than two years," she tried to keep her words from embarrassing him. "If I could fall in love with you, I should have fallen in love long ago. Don't waste your time on me."
"Wenhan," Wang Wenhao interrupted her, "don't tell me that directly, think about it again. The altitude here changes too fast, which will affect people's emotions and judgment. Let's talk when we return to Moscow. Don't rush now. answer me."
Wen Han didn't want to say any more, picked up his backpack and went to assemble with the big army station.
The guide told them: "The next itinerary will be very exciting, sleeping in the virgin forest. Nepal has banned the killing of animals. It is a paradise for beasts, Bengal tigers, leopards, rhinos, elephants, as well as freshwater dolphins and crocodiles."
Crocodile, she hasn't seen it yet.
She thought that the next shocking natural scenery would make her forget about the past two days with him. So short, it can be regarded as a magnificent and dangerous dream of a foreign land.
The tourists plus two guides, Cheng Muyun and Meng Liangchuan, a total of 17 people, walked towards Chitwan.
A few hours passed, and all the girls who tried to chat with him had temporarily forgotten the style of this man, and just walked and walked tiredly, complaining about why they hadn't reached the camp.
From noon to dusk, when it was getting dark, I finally saw a big lake.
Rum is gleefully saying that he can come here tomorrow to see the crocodile. What Wen Han noticed was that there were several soldiers guarding with guns by the lake. When Cheng Muyun walked over, he nodded and greeted them, took out two packs of cigarettes from his pocket, and threw them to them.
The other party caught it, smiled and pointed not far ahead.
That's where they camp.
This late night.
She was in the tent, staring at the only light in the small space, lying in her sleeping bag to empty her mind. After a long time, she turned off the light and went to sleep, but she didn't sleep well. Suddenly, a shadow came in and jumped on her: "Baby, they are all playing outside, why are you here by yourself?" Agassi asked her with a smile, "I found that the people here are very interesting, how many are there? The soldier guarding the lake that I saw during the day is also there."
As Agassi spoke, he pulled her out of the tent.
where there are many people...
By the bonfire, there were only two guides, Cheng Muyun and his friend, and a few soldiers guarding the lake with guns during the day. When they got out of the tent, the men by the bonfire looked over at the same time.
"Why did you suddenly come out?" The guide wondered.
Cheng Muyun sat on the other side of the bonfire and could not see his face, only the outline of his body.
"I'm not used to sleeping in tents," Agassi walked over. "Why haven't you slept?"
"It's not very peaceful here recently," Meng Liangchuan didn't notice anything, but replied kindly, "I have to leave a few men to guard." The guide poured a glass of wine for each of the two ladies. This guide has participated in UN peacekeeping activities, and those soldiers are here all year round to guard against poachers and protect the one-horned rhinoceros. The men were just talking about this.
Wen Han listened to them for a while, and she couldn't sit still more and more. In addition, she was incapable of drinking, and she blushed after drinking half a glass.
"My father's ashes after his death were thrown into the Ganges River in India," the guide is proud of this. This is the treatment given to the rich here. "The Brahmin caste has the highest status in Nepal."
The guide was already a little drunk.
Cheng Muyun looked at his watch and said to Agassi, "You can go to sleep for a while, it's still a while before dawn."
There was a jumping flame in his pupils, hotter than wine.
Although he didn't drink a drop.