Four hundred and forty-five chapters do as the Romans do
It’s hard to say that people in Beijing don’t know the official rank. Hong Tao agrees with this statement, but he feels that he should add another sentence at the end: If you don’t go out and see, you don’t know what class is.
Although this hotel called Bay Castle doesn't even qualify as a three-star hotel from the outside, even with the interior decoration, unique room layout and swimming pool, it can be considered a quasi-four-star hotel at best. But in its main building
On the side, there is a large horse farm. At this time, there are several white children riding horses along the fence accompanied by their parents. Looking at their clothes and riding posture, they are completely in the style of European aristocrats. It seems that this
Nobility really cannot be cultivated in one generation or two.
"Do you want to ride a horse? We can go for a few laps, or go for a walk on the beach." Pan was already living in a room with Hong Tao openly at this time, and he saw Hong Tao lying on the balcony staring at the horse farm.
, she thought Hong Tao was interested in horse riding.
"I'm not very good at riding this kind of horse." Hong Tao thought of the miserable situation he had while riding a horse in Canada, and decided not to show off like this even if he died.
"This kind of horse? Are there any other horses? Do you like to ride bareback?" Pan didn't understand the meaning behind Hong Tao's answer.
"Are you tired? How about we go out for a walk?" Hong Tao originally wanted to say that he likes to ride a horse, but this sentence didn't sound right in English, so he had to change the topic.
"Okay, I have another good idea. Wait a minute, I'll make a call." Pan rolled his eyes, as if he thought of something fun, and jumped to the sofa like a little girl.
I picked up the phone, dialed a few numbers, and started chatting with the other person in French.
As for what she was talking about, Hong Tao couldn't understand it at all. It was difficult for him to listen to English with a slight accent or too casually, let alone such loud-tongued French.
"Okay, let's take a shower first, and then I'll take you for a walk, and of course the two Mr. Liu." After Pan said a few words, he seemed to be satisfied, and while taking off his clothes, he pulled Hong Tao towards the bathroom.
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Half an hour later, Hong Tao dragged Boss Liu and Fat Boss downstairs. At this time, there were two motorcycles parked alone outside the hotel door. The brands were unfamiliar to Hong Tao and they were not made in China anyway.
"What!? Let's drive this out? Hong Tao. Is this the idea of your foreign bitch? I knew it was going to be bad. Will you drive it!" The fat boss originally wanted to recharge his batteries in the hotel for the evening.
It was a challenge, but he was dragged down by Hong Tao just after taking a shower, saying that he wanted to go sightseeing in the city. The fat boss didn't object to going on the street, but he was really surprised to go there on a motorcycle.
"Hey, do as the Romans do. Motorcycles are pretty good too. At least there won't be traffic jams, fat man! You get in my car and I'll take it with you for fun!" Boss Liu didn't complain about Hong Tao, but was quite happy. He casually got on one.
I took a look at the motorcycle and found out how it felt back then. Then I waved to the fat boss and motioned for him to sit on his back seat.
"Are you coming or am I coming?" Pan looked at Hong Tao provocatively.
"Then there's no need to ask!... Come here!" Hong Tao doesn't know how to ride a motorcycle, but his hands are too raw, and the motorcycles here are driving very hard, and it's worth his own life compared to
, face is really nothing. And there is a special benefit of sitting in the back seat. The hands around the waist are two soft balls slightly upward. Pan's hands are driving. He can't hide even if he wants to.
Tortured by Hong Tao.
Riding a motorcycle through the streets of Cotonou, surrounded by locals. When everyone was waiting for the red light, Hong Tao and the black guy next to him were standing side by side with their legs almost touching. Riding a motorcycle here
No one wears a helmet, that black guy Ben
He originally glanced at Pan who was driving, but when he realized that Hong Tao was also paying attention to him, he smiled generously at Hong Tao, pointed at Pan, gave a thumbs up to Hong Tao, and pointed again.
Referring to Hong Tao. A word came out of his mouth that made Hong Tao stunned: Silly donkey!
"What is he talking about!?" Hong Tao instinctively felt that the person shouldn't be scolding him, but the pronunciation really sounded like he was scolding someone in Chinese. Could it be that he had encountered a China pass?
"He's saying goodbye to you, or saying hello, it depends on the context, and your pronunciation is not accurate. It's not a stupid donkey, it's a... green, with an accent at the end." Pan was driving a motorcycle very well, and turned around.
While talking to Hong Tao, you can also control the car to shuttle through the traffic.
"Where are we going?" Hong Tao saw that the road Pan was walking on was getting narrower and narrower, and the surrounding houses were getting shorter and older. He was still a little worried. He still remembered the hotel in Dar es Salaam.
Warning from staff.
"At the floating market, let's go buy ingredients for dinner. I'll treat you to a German meal tonight, and I'll cook it." Pan seemed very interested. She had never said that she could cook.
"I'm so touched. Buy more. I'll treat you to authentic Chinese food tomorrow. I'll make sure you want to eat it again." Hong Tao was also infected by Pan's emotions and volunteered to take over tomorrow's meal.
The floating market Pan mentioned was really different from what Hong Tao imagined. Hong Tao thought there would be something like a small island here, and then there would be a big market on it. But Pan took him
When we arrived at a slum, the houses here were very dilapidated, and few were built with bricks. Most were thatched huts, and some were simply built on the water.
This seems to be a big river. The river surface is very wide, but the color is very blue. There are shellfish beaches on the shore. The roaring waves can't tell whether it is fresh water or sea water. There are dozens of boats floating on the water, which are as wide as a person and several meters long.
It’s a long, slender wooden boat, and its owners are all black women, some with children.
"Hong Tao! What kind of place is this? Why does it look like a slum?" The fat boss looked at the scene in front of him and had basically the same question as Hong Tao.
"Pan said this is a floating market. She wants to buy some fresh ingredients to cook a German dinner for us in the evening. Come on, let's go and have a look. Uncle Fatty, please be careful. I think this boat is too tight for you to sit on." Hong Tao
I read back to the fat boss what Pan just said.
"Don't say it so nicely. I should treat you to a meal. We two old men should be considered as piggybackers. I won't be on the boat. Remember to buy more food. I've eaten too much meat these days and I'm getting angry.
"The fat boss took a look at the boats and decided that he would not take any risks on them and would rather bask in the sun on the shore.
This is truly a floating market. The sellers and buyers are all on the boat, and the goods are also on the boat. This big river is the waterway between the lagoon and the sea, and the water here is seawater. Since there is a lot of water here every day
The tide ebbs and flows, and the shore is full of sea sand and shell fragments. It is basically impossible to grow a farmer, and there is no scenery to speak of. Therefore, both sides of this waterway have become urban villages in Cotonou.
The men in these families go out to fish or farm every day. In order to make more money, the women often row boats to sell some seafood or agricultural products they catch. Since this waterway is located in the middle of Cotonou City, the geographical location
Very good, so gradually it became a very special floating market, which attracted the curiosity of many foreign tourists and became a tourist attraction. There was also a large grass shed on the water, which sold various drinks.
It's a floating bar.
In fact, in terms of how big the market is and how rich the goods are, this market is not even comparable to a large market in an ordinary town in China. The black women’s boats are just filled with potatoes, onions, tomatoes, radishes, and vegetables.
There are very few types, and the prices are not low.
Vegetables disappointed Hong Tao, but seafood and the like were quite abundant, including all kinds of shrimps, fish, shellfish, crabs, and even turtles. These boats are small businesses, and there are a lot of things on each boat.
Several ceramic jars, put some sea water in them, and put the seafood in them, most of them alive.
Although those black women did not live a rich life and had to suffer on the water in the strong sun. But when they helped Pan choose seafood, they would make sure that every seafood they sold was alive. Once they found out
The ones that were dead were just thrown into the sea without the customers having to say anything. Hong Tao admired this very much. When Pan finally talked about the price for a long time, after settling the bill, Hong Tao took out another 10 US dollars as a tip.
