Chapter 485: How to leave the country?

"Oh? Is there any problem?" Old Guo asked worriedly.

Zhou Zhong explained: "Well, I didn’t know the situation here before, so I didn’t notice that the place we were going to... already belonged to a foreign country. I blamed me for this. I didn’t have a passport or visa. ."

Hearing what Zhou said, Mr. Guo looked solemnly and said: "That is very troublesome, I didn't expect to go abroad."

The little guard following him heard what the midweek said, and suddenly looked down on midweek even more, saying that he was indeed a rich second generation who couldn't do anything.

At this time, Old Guo asked Zhou Zhong: "Which country are we going to?"

In the middle of the week, he said, "I have passed through the West India, just southeast of the city of Saskatchewan."

Guo Lao deserves to be a marching figure. He is familiar with the map in his mind. He just said that in the middle of the week, and he immediately knew what it was. He said clearly: "The southeastern part of the city of Saskatchewan has been printed in the west, and it is the northeast of Western India. The region is still far from the hinterland of West India. If you are going there, you may even have no visa."

"Oh? Can you go abroad without a visa?" Zhou Zhong asked Mr. Guo in surprise, he really didn't know anything about this kind of thing.

It’s just that in mid-week, because he was not familiar with this aspect, he forgot that he had already gone abroad. When he was at sea before, he had all the way to the main island of Waguni!

Seeing that Zhou Zhong really didn't understand anything, the little guard finally couldn't help talking.

"The border between our country and Southeast Asian countries has always been due to topographical reasons, and it has always been easy to cause smuggling. Although this is not Southeast Asia, it is connected to Southeast Asian countries to the east and is equally sparsely populated, so it is the same. Anyone who is a little familiar with here can have a way to enter and exit the country."

While talking about the little guard, he took a triumphant look at Zhou Zhong, and said he still knows more than you, right?

In the middle of the week, I didn’t understand this, so after listening to the little guard’s words, I suddenly realized: "Oh, it turns out to be like this, Mr. Guo, why don't we go to the border to see if we can find a way to enter the West Indies?"

Old Guo thought for a while, nodded and said, "Okay, let's take a look. It's already here anyway. It can't be done in vain. If you really can't get through there, there is no way."

Now that the three had made a decision, they directly chartered a car outside the airport in the middle of the week and sent them to the Tianzhi area, which is the border between China and Western India.

The Border Tibet area is now a national tourist attraction, and all travel companions must go to Border Tibet for a pilgrimage, or else they are ashamed to say that they are senior travel companions. But hesitate that the border area is sparsely populated, it is not convenient to go anywhere, and the transportation is not convenient. There are no buses or trains in many places, so when thinking of playing in Tibet, the most convenient and fast way besides self-driving is to charter a car.

Many local herdsmen in Border Tibet have a van in their homes, and come out during peak tourist seasons to make some extra money.

The car that was packaged in the middle of the week was driven by a herdsman, very talkative, and it was okay in Mandarin. The three people in the middle of the week said that they came to Border Tibet to play, and the driver naturally did not suspect him. After all, they came to Border Tibet to play. Through conversations on the way, I learned that this herdsman is a local tyrant. The family has more than 70 sheep and 40 cows, and his life is also quite moist.

The car drove for nearly six hours, and finally arrived at Tianmi County in the Tianzhi area, which is a small county seat on the border, with a white snow-capped mountain beyond sight to the south.

When the car entered the county seat, the herdsman driver said to the three of them in Zhou Zhong: "We can't drive ahead. Over the snow-capped mountains is West Indies, and here is the closest county to West Indies."

In the middle of the week, I glanced at the snow-capped mountain that I couldn't see, and I was dumbfounded. Is this the closest place to the West India? But looking at the posture of the snow-capped mountains, how can it be hundreds of miles? This is too far.

However, I checked it on the map in the middle of the week, and indeed there is no county seat further south.

So in the middle of the week, the herders were given a fare, and three people got out of the car.

It was already past 4 o'clock in the evening, but the sky here is still bright. I checked the information in the middle of the week, and it will be dark until 8 or 9 in the evening.

"Guo, why don't we find a place to rest first, let’s have something to eat, and we’re on our way." Looking around in the middle of the week, this small county town feels about the same size as the small town in the south of Zhongjiang Province. It's even more backward than Dongzhou County, and there are not many people on the streets. Many locals can't help but look at them when they see a few foreign visitors in midweek.

Old Guo nodded in agreement and said, "Well, I think there is a restaurant in front of me, so let's go there."

The three of them walked a few steps forward and came to this small restaurant run by Tibetans. The owner saw a visitor coming and greeted him with a smile. They are not a popular tourist destination, so few guests come, and the boss is very happy to see them.

"How many guests, what do you need to eat?" the boss asked with a smile.

Zhou Zhong asked: "Boss, what do you all have?"

The boss said bluntly: "We have everything here. There are foods that Han people like to eat, and there are also foods with our Tibetan characteristics."

In the middle of the week, he asked Guo Lao: "Guo Lao, you can decide what to eat."

Mr. Guo said with a smile: "Since I have come to Bian Zang, of course I have to taste the local characteristics. Boss, let's have some Tibetan delicacies, enough for the three of us."

"Okay, please wait a moment." The boss heard that the three of them were going to eat Tibetan food, so of course he was even more happy, and went down and got ready to go.

At this time, there were no customers in the restaurant except for their table in midweek, so after the boss left, Zhouzhong whispered to Old Guo: "Old Guo, it seems that we have to find a local after we finish eating. I asked, maybe they can know how to get to the West Indies? Just because they are too far away from the West Indies, they don't know."

Old Guo nodded. He was worried about this, but he immediately said with a smile: "Why are you asking someone else, isn't this restaurant owner the best candidate?"

On the first day of the week, the owner will definitely have a good impression of the three of them eating here, and the restaurant is a place where people are talking, and the owner can know something about big things and small love.

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Generally speaking, the most well-informed people in an area are probably those who run restaurants except for taxi drivers. There are all kinds of people traveling north and south in this place.

Soon the boss brought a few plates of special food from the Bian Tibet region, and then introduced them to the three people in the middle of the week one by one.

The first one is naturally the butter tea that everyone is familiar with. If you don't drink butter tea in Bian Zang, it will be the same as having never been to Bian Zang. Immediately there is the staple food, the highland barley noodles unique to the Bian-Tibet area, and the dishes are all kinds of beef and enema.

The three of us came out in the morning in the middle of the week and didn’t eat anything on the plane. Several of them didn’t like plane meals, and there were few plane meals. They were really hungry at the moment. They picked up the big piece of beef in the middle of the week and started eating. .

The boss smiled from ear to ear, he was happy, because many Han people are not used to the dried meat, beef and other foods here when they travel here. There are too few people who are so outrageous like midweek.