Travel Notes: I Must Have Done Something Wrong While Searching for the Bathhouse in a Foreign Maze.

No. I must have done something wrong when looking for a bathhouse in a foreign maze.

I don’t know if you have ever had such an idea,

Completely get rid of the living environment that you are already familiar with, go to a foreign city that you long for alone, and stroll freely on the exotic streets.

Enjoy the lively crowds and buildings on both sides of the street, enjoy the things you have never seen in the elegant storefronts with floral letters, enjoy that no one in this city knows you,

You will not be disturbed by anything or anyone, just your own time.

Sounds great, right?

Of course it's really great,

But the prerequisite is that you don’t behave like a wilderness survivor, smuggling over without any clothes, cell phone, wallet, or documents.

Moreover, he was being hunted and searched by unknown enemies. He could not show his face in the surveillance cameras or contact the outside world for help.

The worst thing you can do is not understand English...

This is a kind reminder from Fang Ran, who perfectly meets all the above requirements, not counting the night he was thrown here in the first place, and has been wandering in London for five days.

The sun is shining brightly on Oxford Street in the morning, and I still wear my hood.

Hidden in this international metropolis, Fangran is currently walking on the streets of this famous shopping street in London as mentioned at the beginning. Looking at the scene full of foreigners, it seems that he can hear the bells representing the British style in his ears. sounded,

Feeling the wandering of a person who can go wherever he wants in a city (crossed out)...

Novel feeling.

Thanks to luck that seems to have changed inexplicably after running away from daily life. After meeting a genuine school girl and a series of coincidences,

We managed to get food and shelter fairly smoothly, and last night we completely ensured enough money by fishing...ahem, punishing the villains,

Fangran can finally start to solve the problem that he urgently needs to solve now, which is...

——The problem of bathing!

Wearing one outfit for five days in a row,

After experiencing the escape that made him sweat in cold sweat, and the rush and hunting in search of targets, Fangran felt that he could hardly stand it anymore.

I believe that every friend here who has been homeless will know that without the comfortable facilities of various human civilizations, every little thing in life used to be a problem.

Things like how to take a shower are particularly serious problems.

A more serious problem than how to take a bath while wandering is how to take a bath while wandering in a foreign country where you are unfamiliar with. According to what Fangran learned from a reliable school girl,

It seems that there are no public bathhouses in London like those in China.

Fangran: emmm...

Ahhhhh, damn it!

(╬╯◣д◢)╯︵┻━┻(I lift it)!

Yes, in fact, in foreign countries, it is difficult to see the large and small bathing places in China. Foreigners bathe in their own bathrooms.

Except for those Asian countries that have their own bathing culture, you can at most find public baths that provide spas and saunas and are more focused on enjoyment.

As for looking for a bathhouse that is specifically for bathing, and also comes with experienced and muscular massage masters...

Then you are thinking of peach.

Another point that must be explained is that friends from the north who come to Europe to study, please keep your precious bath towels and don’t think that you can still buy them in the supermarket after throwing them away...

To sum up, you can check into a hotel without any documents. Even in small informal hotels, you can’t find a place due to your English proficiency.

The only option Fangran could think of at the moment was to find a sauna center.

Otherwise, he would have no choice but to go to the gay restaurant that Tang Bing knew...

To be honest, Fangran expressed deep doubts as to why the school girl he met by chance knew such a place.

Is it because of this kind of thing that I ventured to a busy commercial district in London...

I sigh helplessly in my heart. In the past few days, I have been repeating the two points and one line from the rooftop to the supermarket. During the day, I have minimized activities, sleeping or being in a daze.

This was the first time I walked through the central area of ​​London. Looking at the maze-like bustling streets in front of me and feeling the charm of being in it, Fangran rolled his eyes and said to himself:

"Do I need to get some clothes first..."

...

...

The city with the most billionaires in the world is London.

There are more than two hundred private jets taking off and landing here every day, and the top level of consumption is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

A bite of their caviar costs hundreds of pounds.

In this regard, if the national war had not encountered drastic changes, Fang Ran, who was still enjoying the giant villa and the transparent and clear water on that private island, would have a deep understanding of this.

But everything is relative. If there is one end, there will be another end. If there are poor people, there will be a market.

Even in London, which is known as a high-consumption city, there are still bargains to be found.

Primark.

I believe that anyone who has stayed in London will know this brand.

There is no advertising or e-commerce, all funds are compressed into efficient factory production, and small profits but quick turnover are achieved to the extreme. The biggest feature is that it is surprisingly cheap.

Following the advice of a school girl who was known as a dormitory money-saving expert and a discount shopping demon, Fangran came to the store on Oxford Street. Fangran looked at the rather large shopping mall with a blank look on his face.

There are rows and rows and piles of identical T-shirts, jeans, and jackets, with prices like ￡3, ￡7, and ￡10 clearly marked on them.

Am I really not in China...?

For a moment, he suddenly felt that when it came to saving money, his school girl was not a wasted reputation.

But looking at the various simple and fashionable clothes in the store, Fangran suddenly felt a little dazed, and suddenly realized that he was used to having children or taking care of himself, and his living ability was horribly weak.

This is the first time since he was a child, the first time he has come to the mall to choose clothes by himself.

(￣ω￣;) Uh...

No matter how you think about it, this is all Xiao Or’s fault (pass the blame)! ! !

Fang Baobao, who had already begun to blame the blame, finally chose a pair of ordinary clothes, which cost just over twenty pounds, and walked out of the Primark gate with shopping bags.

He took out the simple map Tang Bing drew for him at the checkout counter last night. It had beautiful and neat English standard inflection points in squiggles, and a scissors-hands winking expression was specially added to the corner.

Then suddenly a gentle breeze blew through his hood, causing Fangran to subconsciously turn around and look back.

No one was passing by. What he saw was the lively and prosperous scene of Oxford Street under the clear sky, which made his eyes slightly distracted.

Then suddenly he laughed happily.

Obviously I am trapped in an escape crisis in a foreign country. Although I am forced by the current situation and have no other options, today I am like a tourist, strolling through a famous shopping street in London.

Walking through the streets of this British city, I planned to find a ‘bathhouse’ where I could take a bath.

Thinking that this was really a novel experience, Fangran smiled helplessly and sighed, but an inexplicable thought emerged in his heart. At the beginning of the journey, he didn't know what kind of happiness it was.

Let another mood accompany him, which made him obviously no longer short of money, but he still looked forward to working in the supermarket in the evening.

Since there is no way to take action yet, at least you can enjoy this journey first...

Carrying the shopping bags casually and throwing them over my shoulders, I curled up my lips in the mood of going wherever I wanted on a clear and blue day, and strolled freely in London.

Fangran walked briskly towards the next intersection...

No, I really can’t write anymore. I’m going to ask for a day off tomorrow. I’m sorry to say that I’ve booked a plane ticket. I’m guessing that I won’t be able to catch the plane again in a few days. Alas... I don’t know what to write. I don’t know what to write. Passionate inspiration, so annoying