As it was a self-guided tour, my wife and I had no one to supervise. We rented a hotel in Hoi An and ate PHO (Vietnamese rice noodles) nearby. We happened to meet two Chinese-speaking tourists and we hurried up to talk and learned that the other party was Malaysia. People, one man and one woman. The man is a Singaporean photographer. He is very talkative. When it comes to Vietnam, he seems to be precious. I asked him what is interesting in Hoi An, and he said that if he has been to Lijiang in China, there is nothing interesting here. "What about Hue?" I asked again. "Hue? If you have been to a turret in the Forbidden City of China, you don’t need to go. You haven’t gone to Hanoi yet. You must be careful about taxi slaughter in Hanoi. I recommend you to go to Basha in Hanoi, oh! But if you go If you have passed Yuanyang in Yunnan, you don't need to go there anymore!" He said categorically, making my wife and I look at each other, suddenly full of doubts about the meaning of this trip. Looking at our expression, Malaysians, as if to make up for it, quickly recommended us a small restaurant in Hoi An. He took out a travel book and opened the book. There was an introduction to the restaurant he recommended to us on that page. "You see, this restaurant is very famous. If you don't go, it will be considered for nothing." Then, he pointed left and right, pushing my wife and I to go ignorantly.
In fact, Hoi An is not as boring as he said. There are some traces of ancient China left. Many locals are Chinese and maintain the traditions of the Han nationality. Cafes and taverns also have their own characteristics. In the one recommended by Malaysians, there are foreigners and mothers and daughters who learn to deep-fry spring rolls with the chef. It's a pity that Hoi An is indeed too small. We walked around all morning, and it was almost done. The weather was hot in the afternoon, and I had a nap to go out for a walk. As soon as I opened the door, there was a heat wave. I really didn't have the courage to go out, so I turned on the TV and flipped around. I just saw a few quirky elves jumping around inside, which looked pretty good-looking. There are many European and American TV stations in Vietnam, and there are a few old TV stations that perform movies, but they are all in English without translation. Fortunately, you can get an idea just by looking at the pictures. This Arthur and his mini kingdom is a video that my wife and I watched with abstract understanding. But we saw a real original movie without even subtitles.
In addition to watching this movie that afternoon, I also watched two movies, but I have forgotten about the other two movies, but I was very impressed with this movie. Although the dialogue of the movie is not very clear, I think the plot is good. Later, when I returned to China, I accidentally saw this movie one day before I knew the Chinese name of the movie.
Many people comment on the artistry, aesthetic significance and philosophical connotation of this film, or something else, but for me, this film is a lazy afternoon in 2008. The sun is shining outside, and although the curtains are drawn inside the house, the light and shadow are still mottled. , An old ceiling fan, a cooing air conditioner and two people in bed watching TV attentively.
I remembered the smell of the room and the thoughts that had settled in Hoi An. Although the future had been criticized by Malaysians as worthless, I was still full of expectations. When I watched Arthur and his mini kingdom in a small hotel in Hoi An, I watched the plot while looking forward to my next travel goal. And Hoi An did not drift away from the comparison with Lijiang, on the contrary, it became clear and beautiful in my heart. There is no impetuous and noisy Hoi An, accompanied by Arthur and his mini kingdom. , Let me have a new understanding of travel.
In the evening, when my wife and I were walking on the quiet streets of Hoi An again, lanterns were lit on the side of the street, and the vendors in the shop were still stubbornly making various handicrafts. When we passed by the courtyard of a family hotel, we saw a Dai The old man with glasses surrounded by three or four children repairing a bicycle gave a calm and confident expression, only to realize that the beauty of Hoi An was originally here.
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