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Mauritius, the home of the wanderer, whether it is the Indian indentured laborers who fed three hundred years ago, or the African slaves who were trafficked here earlier, or the many overseas Chinese who went to the South Seas to make a living, or the Europeans who sought a peaceful abode, they set foot on this small island, and then they refused to leave, they could not be born here, and they wanted to belong here forever.

Tiny houses, blue and red stores, interesting bus stops, and old people who stand in stark contrast to young honeymooners.

Stop and go, pat and shop, and occasionally introduce novel objects to the audience in the live broadcast room, the most of which are the handicrafts of the extinct dodo, as well as various knitwear, although the Chinese can not be seen by walking one step, but they can still meet one after two steps.

I was planning to buy dhollpurri, which is made with flour with stuffing, and then coated with tomato sauce after being made, and the locals like to eat dhollpurri while watching the seca dance, which is very atmospheric. Dhollpurri can be found everywhere on the streets of Port Louis, and it costs 10 rupees a piece, which is equivalent to 2 yuan.

"Give me one!" Zhang Feng handed over the rupee, bought one, found a shaded place on the side of the road and sat down, just in time to meet an old man.

The old man's surname is Lee, 80 years old (not at all) Mauritian. His ancestral home is Meizhou, Guangdong, and he knew that Zhang Feng had just come from Guangzhou, and the old man was very happy and chatted more.

He planned to go to Port Louis for lunch, and his children and grandchildren had gone to work, so he asked Zhang Feng where he was going and if he wanted to eat together. Although Zhang Feng, who had just finished eating, was not hungry, he nodded happily, and the old man said very boldly: Let's go, I'll take you to eat. When he came to a Chinese restaurant in Chinatown, Zhang Feng followed Uncle Li and ordered "chops", which are all kinds of stir-fried vegetables with rice.

At the meal, the old man also asked if he wanted to drink some rum, but Zhang Feng refused, saying that he was traveling by car, so he didn't drink anymore.

After the meal, Uncle Li said to take Zhang Feng around (a little excited and afraid that he was old and tired, the old man said that he was not afraid, so Zhang Feng followed up again. ）

Following Uncle Li, it was really different, it seemed that Uncle Li could see through Zhang Feng and know what Zhang Feng wanted to see.

Along the way, I met a lot of Chinese, stop and go, most of them are acquaintances of Uncle Li, some people also stopped and asked a few words about the country, or the recent changes in their hometown or something, Zhang Feng is knowing, some Chinese bosses who do business, chatted, and sent a snack or a small ornament, Zhang Feng accepted it with a smile, feeling very warm.

The audience in the live broadcast room was naturally abandoned, but no one complained, seeing that Zhang Feng chatted with the local Chinese very openly, most of the dialects can speak a few words, many people still admire Zhang Feng, and there is no need for any explanation or the like, just watch, listen, most of the novel objects, Zhang Feng will also ask.

"Come on, the front is the largest fruit and vegetable market here, and it is also the administrative center here, and the building is distinctive, you can take a look. Uncle Li waved his hand.

Zhang Feng found out that he had been dumped again, and a man who was properly strong and strong was left behind by Uncle Li again.

Came to the largest local fruit and vegetable market, a dazzling array of vegetables and fruits, there is a hint of some domestic vegetable market sense of sight, after shopping to not far away, the main [Zhengfu] institutions gathered, it is a compound,.

In the port of leisure and entertainment, I saw a lot of European tourists, and most of them were elderly white grandparents, which made people envious. While resting and chatting, Uncle Li said that there are more than 10,000 Chinese in Mao, and laborers account for 10%, that is, about 1,000 people.

Following the lovely and respectable Uncle Li to visit most of the Port Louis, it was already more than 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Feng decided to send the old man home first, and the 80-year-old accompanied Zhang Feng for three or four hours, his face did not change, and sometimes Zhang Feng could not keep up with him.

"I'm sorry today, I didn't interact with everyone in the afternoon, I'll send the old man home first, and I won't broadcast live. Zhang Feng found a gap to explain and put away the live broadcast equipment.

When I came to the door of Uncle Li's house, there were two slightly fierce dogs, and his grandson G had just come home, and he was happy to take Zhang Feng to see their mini-zoo (mini zoo), first a very large 20-year-old tortoise, his name was Daidai, there were several small turtles, a small pond full of carp, and four small parrots.

It's just that the little parrot can't speak, so he chatted with the children and took a photo of him and Uncle Li in their small orchard, where mangoes and other vegetables are grown. After staying for a while, before leaving, Uncle Li enthusiastically filled Zhang Feng with potato chips for his grandchildren and gave him two pieces of Chinese pastries.

On the first day I came to Mao Island, I was lucky to meet such a kind old man.

Bidding farewell to the old man's family, Zhang Feng returned along the road, there was still some distance from the place where he parked, he saw a few stupid dogs on the road, and sat down not far from a few stupid dogs to rest for a while before continuing to walk towards the parking place.

Walking the streets of the capital Port Louis, it is a mixed city, not only the architecture is different, but the pedestrians on the street are also of different skin colors, but perhaps under the influence of France, laid-back and lazy is the uniform tone of the city.

I also wanted to see the night view, so Zhang Feng didn't go back to the resort, but found a café, found a place by the window, ordered a cup of coffee, looked at the pedestrians outside the window, and listened to the sweet words of the couples in the café.

There are no two leaves in the same world, so there is no mood to agree, French coffee, a pot of coffee, a pot of milk, and then in a ratio of 1:1, pour into the same utensil at the same time.

But there is not much difference in the taste of coffee that is usually drunk, time flies and the years are quiet, I originally thought that the waiting time would pass very slowly, but Zhang Feng did not expect that after only drinking two cups of coffee, the sky slowly darkened, and the sky of the island, if it was a sunny day, there were many stars and no moon.

People on Mao Island like to hang umbrellas, which may be related to the changeable weather here, but there are also a lot of lights at night, Chinese, no matter where they go, they like red, red and hot, so the sky is just dark, some Chinese shops are lit up with red lights, other shops, basically closed, here generally at four o'clock in the afternoon many people "get off work".

After drinking the most bitter coffee in the cup, paying the bill, carrying a bag and hanging a camera, I walked towards the night streets of Port Louis, and in the evening, tourists who had been playing for a day looked for restaurants that were still open on the streets, wanting to taste something different from the restaurants that came with the place where they lived.