In fact, I don't like bars very much and rarely go there, because I feel that the bar is like a pressure cooker. The sound inside it exceeds its limit at some point, and then explodes with a "bang". In the end, a night of revelry turns into its darkest hour.
Of course, this is my wishful thinking. The bar is still bursting out unscrupulously every night, and young people are still changing glasses, drinking and drinking, forgetting themselves, just like the roses blooming warmly under every full moon night. ,charming.
However, I never imagined that in Lhasa, the city I yearn for, in this sacred city, I would actually enter the bar here and stay for the first time all night.
The reason why I use the word "treat" instead of the word "play" is that you can actually imagine my expression and mood. I am not forced to say so. It is easy to hurt the hearts of the hospitable Basang and Dolma. Although I know they won't be sad. Because I am convinced that they grew up and lived in Lhasa, and the high altitude of 3,650 meters has already given them a tough heart.
However, a night in a bar in Lhasa was unforgettable, otherwise I wouldn’t have thought of writing this article now. Although staying up late and getting up early is no longer my strong point, writing down notes is still my specialty.
After a night at the bar, perhaps we need to start with the Friendship Hotel in Dangrayongcuo, because it was here that we met Pasang and Dolma from Lhasa and became friends from then on.
That day, Brother Tiantian and I arrived at Wenbunan Village next to Dangra Yumcuo. It was almost dark. We checked the hotel accommodation options on the mobile phone client. In the end, we decided to take a look at the conditions of the hotel before deciding which one to choose. Home.
The reason why we can now take a leisurely stroll without being in a hurry is because we have formed a basic point of view along the way, that is, due to the epidemic, there are not many tourists along the way, and now it is a "buyer's market", occupying the Taking the initiative, we have already made our own calculations about the price of accommodation. However, based on the principle of mutual benefit, we cannot "deceive others too much". We care more about the conditions of accommodation.
We entered the first hotel. The empty corridor didn't even have the lights on. It was obviously deserted. When I coughed, there would be an echo at the end of the corridor. But the overall conditions were average, and more importantly, the price was obviously beyond our budget. The boss didn’t give in at all. We were both dissatisfied and finally gave up.
After that, I said to Brother Tiantian, this boss really doesn’t know how to do business? When do you do business, you should be able to make a fortune at this time. Brother Tiantian said, This is the temperament of a "proud" man. Actually, that's not how he answered me. What he said seemed to be - that's it.
After that, we searched on the Internet platform to find the second hotel we were targeting. I found one - Friendship Hotel, which seemed to be nearby, so we drove there. In the dark night, through the faint lights from the houses next to it, I could see that the Friendship Hotel is a two-story building. Like many houses in Tibetan areas, its facade also has Tibetan characteristics. I suddenly Have a good impression.
A girl walked out of the room next to her. She was Azhen, the owner of the Friendship Hotel. She seemed to be not too old, about the same age as us. Of course we did not ask her age from beginning to end, because we knew that this was a sign of impoliteness and an offense, and it is the same here.
Azhen took us upstairs to see the room. We climbed up and had a great view. It was said that in front of us was the holy lake - Yumcuo. Of course, it was dark now and we couldn't see anything. I imagined that when I got up tomorrow morning, I would see the holy lake within sight. view.
Brother Tiantian and I were unanimously satisfied with the room. It was much better than the previous one. Although the price given by Azhen was lower than the previous one, the price was still beyond our budget.
Along the way to Alibaba, under Brother Tiantian’s training (forced), I not only learned photography and videography, but also learned how to negotiate prices. In fact, sometimes I was quite “disgusted” and would waste my time trying to get twenty or thirty yuan. , but then I realized that this is not a matter of money, but this process that allows you to understand life and understand everything here and now more deeply.
"..., is that okay?" (The specific amount is omitted here to avoid any impact on subsequent operations) I blurted out and told Azhen our psychological price.
"Okay." Unexpectedly, Azhen agreed readily.
We are the only two guests at the Friendship Hotel at the moment, and it seems a little lonely. Azhen asked us to go to the nearby room to warm ourselves up by the fire. It was indeed a bit cold outside at the moment.
"There should be three more guests coming later. They are on their way now." Azhen said to us.
"They are from Tibet TV station, and they seem to be here to shoot documentary material." Azhen continued.
At this moment, Wenbunan Village has been completely silent, and it seems that everyone can see the stars in the sky. At an altitude of 4,600 meters, it is the birthplace of Bon, a mysterious ancient religion on the Tibetan Plateau, and the hinterland of the Shangshung Kingdom.
And I obviously don’t know much about this. I also learned about it when I was browsing Baidu Encyclopedia, but I don’t seem to need to know about it. I came to see Dangra Yongcuo.
While we were talking to each other, the three other guests that Zhen mentioned also drove up. They were two men and one woman. One of the older men was the driver, and the other man was the cameraman. He was Basang. , the woman’s name is Zhuoma, and she is a producer. They came here mainly to shoot some additional video material for the spring seeds here.
"We're fine. Can we go with you tomorrow? Study and study." Brother Tiantian said to them. If you know Brother Tiantian, you will definitely not be surprised by his straightforward way of speaking.
"We are going to work, maybe..." It can be seen that Basang is a little repulsive and seems a little impatient. He is thinking about rejecting but seems embarrassed to refuse directly. After all, the two parties have just met and are not very familiar with each other.
"We promise not to delay your work, we just want to go and have a look." Brother Tiantian said earnestly again, and it seemed that he would not give up until he agreed.
"Okay, we will set off very early tomorrow. If you can get up, come with us." Dolma, who stood aside and remained silent, said.
This was the first time we met each other, and it was also the beginning of all the opportunities. Everything begins with a source, and this night's acquaintance is the source. After that, during the few days in Dangra Yongcuo, we gradually became familiar with each other, understood each other, deepened our trust, and became friends.
Back to the topic, this article is mainly about a night in a bar in Lhasa. When we returned to Lhasa from Ngari, Basang and Dolma acted like landlords and said they would invite us to a bar for a drink. It's hard to refuse such hospitality, and besides, I am actually somewhat interested in the bars in Tibet. I heard from Basang that the bars in Lhasa are very popular. If you don’t go there early, you might not even have a seat by then.
So, for the first time, I arrived at the bar around seven o'clock in the evening. The sun was shining brightly at seven o'clock in Lhasa, and the road was busy with cars and pedestrians.
"Are all the bars in Lhasa that early?" I thought thoughtfully and asked Basang, who was sitting opposite me, my doubts. At this moment, he was lighting up a cigarette, holding it between two fingers on one hand, and started smoking. I didn't pay attention to the brand of cigarette.
"There are several bars that are very popular. If you don't arrive early, you won't be able to get a seat, and now this one is the same." Basang said with certainty.
At this moment, we are sitting in a corner of this huge bar hall. There are only two of us and a group of waiters. It seems that the two of us can be ignored. Brother Tiantian and Zhuoma have not arrived yet. Obviously, we were the first to arrive.
Basang and I stared at our respective mobile phones and scrolled through it, because to be honest, it is not suitable for drinking now, let alone dancing, because the atmosphere has not yet arrived, and we just arrived a little early.
Sunshine City is Sunshine City, and I have no intention of going back to the dark night. But at this time, I really hope that it will get dark early. In this way, it will be the time for the bar to start, which is what I think is common sense.
Young men and women came in from time to time, and soon the bar was filled. The sounds of glasses clinking, laughter, and guessing could also be heard one after another. The manic music in the bar seemed to penetrate my eardrums, whether I agreed with it or not. It wanted to forcefully enter my heart, but in the end, I closed my heart.
A few of us were drinking, clinking glasses with each other, and talking haphazardly. I'm just a little surprised that the bar here only has wine. I originally wanted to eat something to fill my dry stomach, even some snacks, but I never thought that the bar here only has wine, only wine!
"Does everyone drink in the bars here? Isn't it boring? Everyone has such a good drinking capacity?" I had many questions in my heart.
Thinking of this, I kept drinking beer one bottle after another. The noisy hall was very noisy and noisy. Everyone seemed very excited and were talking loudly at the top of their lungs, but nothing could be heard clearly. It was like a group of noisy three-year-olds quarreling, and in the end all we heard was crying, but we still couldn't tell who was crying.
"Why would they choose such a place to whisper?" I thought to myself. Maybe they want to whisper loudly, but if it is a quiet place, they cannot be louder. Besides, even if it is very loud here, no one can hear such whispers!
Do young people like this kind of noise? It's like a volcano erupting. Everyone retreats. Only the young people move forward and say "so beautiful" and "brave words"!
In fact, I started to be a little afraid of such occasions. I am a person who likes to be quiet. Suddenly, I seemed a little uncomfortable, but I was not used to being under the hypnosis of alcohol and started to lose my mind. I got out of my seat and started dancing with these young people, although I didn't know what I was dancing about. There is freestyle swimming, so is this a "free jump"?
Everyone has a wild heart at heart, even introverts. This is what the movie "Daydreamer" tells us.
In the bar, glasses are still exchanged, and each table is a small world. Some people are still shouting and whispering, and some people are still pretending to be deaf and dumb, and their thoughts are dancing in the light of the mobile phone screen. Nothing seems to have changed except that there are more and more people. The bar here is not what I imagined. There is no fruit plate, no DJ to bring the atmosphere, no dancing dancers, just a group of young people enjoying themselves. It turns out that self-pleasure is real.
The roaring music heat wave was still coming unbridled. I couldn't resist it, so I walked outside. It's finally getting dark, and the neon lights on the streets are turning on one after another. There are more pedestrians, and the air is filled with a strong smell of barbecue. The nightlife here seems to be the same as anywhere else, except that the bars here only have alcohol.
At midnight, Dolma and her friends had already left. I thought we would leave soon, but I never thought that Basang would take us to another venue and show us the hottest venue here, which is not far away. at.
We walked through the only alley here, then turned a corner and arrived. From the outside, this bar seemed ordinary, and there was nothing special about it. In fact, Basang and I had been here before going to the previous bar. At that time, there was no room here, although there were not too many people at that time.
After passing the security check and opening the door, the word "hot" was palpable. Even the door was full of people. It could be said that it was packed. Of course, this word is a bit exaggerated. If everyone hadn’t been dressed up beautifully, I might have thought I had walked into the “sea of zombies” in the movie. A group of “beautiful zombies” were rushing towards me, but I was helpless.
I observed the environment here. The space of this bar is actually not large. There is a bar in the middle, an area for serving drinks, and booths around it. It is already crowded with young people. Basang and his friends wandered around, saying hello to some of them from time to time. Obviously, they were familiar with this place.
Compared with the previous bar, they also have many similarities. The biggest similarity is that there is only alcohol here. I really couldn't drink it anymore, and I didn't want to drink it. Most importantly, it was my bedtime and my eyes were already blurry.
I was sitting on the sofa next to me, surrounded by people, and they were still very awake, as if the night had just fallen and the demons had begun to move out. My initial excitement was long gone. I dragged my chin with one hand, just like the sculpture in Rodin's "The Thinker", but I did not lower my head. I looked around silently, suddenly feeling lonely. Incomparable.
Not long after, I suddenly realized that smoking was not prohibited here, it was already filled with smoke, and suddenly it felt a bit like the so-called fairyland, except that none of us are gods. It choked me a little, I started coughing, and I ended up running away from the bar.
Basang and Brother Tiantian were still inside, so I ordered some fried skewers from the stall next to the bar. I sat there and ate it. Although I didn’t have much appetite or appetite, I had nothing to do and it seemed like I had something to eat. It was the most reasonable behavior and I passed the time waiting for them.
In the meantime, a drunk man also came here. Seeing that I was obviously a foreigner, he asked me questions and told me about his hard work in Lhasa. It was obvious that he was not very successful. In the end, I was dragged away by his friends who were traveling with me. , before leaving, he did not forget to wish me a happy stay in Lhasa.
At this moment, the night is dark and the neon lights have long been extinguished. I thought that day would come soon. Many young people in the bar also came out one after another, some supporting each other, some laughing, and some dancing briskly. "It's good to be young", I have to envy.
I was sitting at the door of the bar and suddenly felt that if I didn't drink or smoke late at night, I would lose a lot of fun. I stood up again and stood blankly in the corner. There was a drunk girl sitting on the steps next to her. She was lying on her legs. I couldn't see her face clearly. I didn't know if she was asleep.
Obviously my worries are unnecessary, because at this moment, I have too much to take care of myself. My eyes felt like they were stitched shut, and the harder you tried to open them, the more the stitches tightened on themselves. In this way, after many rounds, I still couldn't break free, and finally surrendered. I could only sit there, or stuck in the corner, and gradually turned into a statue - sitting and standing for a while, closing my eyes for a while and trying to open them for a while. The statue of the eye...
I admit that I am no longer young!
I want to go back to the hotel to sleep!
The reason why I recorded this experience is not that I think this thing is very interesting, nor does it mean that it is not worth it. It’s just that for me, the experience of staying up late has long been a thing of the past. Being able to receive the warm hospitality of two local friends in Lhasa is a rare fate and a blessing in life.
Thanks to Basang and Dolma, as well as some people I met during the journey, we met by chance. The diversity and beauty of the world are also due to such fate and accumulation, and they glow with more variety. This is also a value in travel. and meaning!