The deadline plan for last year's annual leave was scheduled for early spring when the epidemic situation improved. Ben was all prepared to be stabbed, but the local customs remained very simple and honest (it's the off-season now).
On the first night of landing, the hotel provided free airport pick-up service. During the off-season, there were less than 300 rooms, which was really great.
The next day, I went to Jiuzhai. The beautiful scenery was accompanied by altitude sickness. The scenery didn't reveal the plot. If you don't have confidence in yourself, bring an oxygen tank.
On the third day, we originally planned to take a chartered car to travel through Huanglong and Muni Valley. We would have fun all the way and just reach the airport, a so-called mini version of Jiuzhai. Later, the cable car was suspended during the off-season, and altitude sickness also left us exhausted. It's really worth having self-awareness. Just ask the chartered car driver to arrange things freely. We were already prepared to be cut, but unexpectedly, it turned out to be the biggest surprise of this trip.
We set off lazily at ten in the morning, visiting the Tibetan village, the source of the Minjiang River, and the Red Army Memorial Hall (the best of the best brought by the closure of the scenic spot).
First, the Tibetan villages are breathtakingly beautiful, with mountain views that far surpass those of Jiuzhai. The simple and well-behaved Tibetan people are there. Horseback riding costs 100 yuan per hour, which is enough for a young lady to get a license plate and pose.
As the memorial hall was closed, I unexpectedly visited the Tibetan sister of the driver to wait for the flight and taste the local butter tea and beef jerky. It was a pleasant surprise. The children at home and the local Tibetan children bowed and played Black Cat Sheriff vs. Ultraman for two hours, exchanging gifts and snacks respectively.