I know a girl who is very funny. She is an expert in selling goods, so that's what I ask her.

I have more travel experience than her, so she always talks about travel with me. Plus, I told you the truth, and she didn't chat with me to listen to nice words, so she always talked to me about this

I think the conversation at noon today is very representative, and the excerpts are as follows:

As soon as she came up, she said, I feel that all kinds of travel dates are for sex

(I was shocked, and I always opposed the word travel, professionally. Second, it's no wonder that those articles on the Internet that insult girls by traveling around Tibet and hitchhiking in Tibet are so smoky. Where did they all come from? I know western women who are global backpackers. They come to China from Italy by car, cross Eurasia and go to Southeast Asia. I went to Alaska by bike, and then rode from Alaska to Mexico. I was in Yukon, Canada in winter. I was sitting in a van and met that French girl. I was shocked. I stopped the car and took a photo with that French girl. In September, in northwest Canada, hundreds of kilometers were deserted, with bears and snow, and a sister rode alone. That day, she was stepping alone in the snow. This kind of western girl who travels alone is quite special. It's not a case. Is the realm of others a free appointment for accommodation? It's so funny. There are plenty of weather in people's hearts, and it's me.)

Me: Why are everything I meet reliable? I walked so much and met so many people, but I didn't meet the kind of

she you said: Is the message I sent to others wrong? Not even foreigners who are enthusiastic about you?

Me: Look at the personal page of my social networking site, and you can see it. No matter the personal description or photos, they are all images of being on the road and backpacking. So the email from someone who is willing to receive me is: jane, you are great. I am willing to receive you and listen to your story.

Foreigners are very enthusiastic about me. They take me to play and meet my family, and the food is very good. However, there has never been anything wrong with her as you said. There are also some people who chat with me and ask me if I have a boyfriend and what nationality my boyfriend is. They will ask some personal questions.

I laugh: I have never encountered such a situation. I know why. Do you know why?

She: Do I seem to have some hints that others misunderstand me?

Me: Since you are a travel date, please find the sofa owner. Can you post some photos of your trip? I saw the photos you posted, and none of them were photos of travel

? (This girl is a fashion blogger, and she is a well-dressed person. The photos are all from online celebrity.)

She: The photos you posted are also said to be beautiful by men.

I: It's normal to say beautiful. Besides, those photos that say beautiful are already beautiful. No man dares to ask me how old I am, whether I am married or not, and whether I have a boyfriend. My image looks like the kind of tough, tough girl with a bag on her back.

She: I'm often asked. It seems that I have to take a look at myself.

My own social networking pages are divided by country, and others include a photo album for volunteers, a photo album for rock climbing and a photo album for rowing.

This girl said that some of my photos are beautiful, others are ugly, and all of them are not ps.

I said: It is this kind of big bag photos, and the photos of laughing with people from various countries can be understood by westerners at a glance, and the image conveyed is that backpackers around the world, gypsies, are on the road, persistent, lonely, dreaming and persistent.

So, when I was in the United States, my friend introduced me to his friends and said frankly: This is jane, who is a global traveler from China. I have followed her online for two years, watching her go from Canada to Argentina, and now she is in the United States, living in my home. Then the introduced person shook hands with me in surprise.

In Iceland, I met some Dutch friends on the road, and I introduced them to the tricks of cheap bathing and camping. They said, The backpacker from China is very special.

The first time I hitchhiked in the United States, he introduced his family and friends to me, and he kept telling me, jane, you have to write your story. I have never met a China woman who travels like you. I took a sailboat from the United States to Mexico. My friends I have never seen in New Zealand said, jane, when will you come to New Zealand? I have a sailboat that is willing to help you realize a small part of your dream. < P > Some friends who have never been to a country have been asking, jane, when will you come to my country? Stay at my house.

Someone sent me a picture like this and said, "Think of me"

Others sent me a picture of jane, an American female hero carrying a gun during the American Revolutionary War, saying that they thought of me when they saw her, and I am such an image in your eyes.

Others thought of me when they saw this picture of endless roads, saying it was my best comment

That's what I passed on to them. No one asked me any personal questions. They thought I was a woman like the wind. I invited you to see my photo album, either for rowing or rock climbing, or for carrying a bag on the road, or for hitchhiking, or for embodying China culture. There were almost no food photos and clothes shows (except cheongsam, which embodies China culture)

Jane.