Sanya phobia? I don’t know since when, Sanya tourism has gradually been replaced by a word that everyone doesn’t like, that is: “expensive”. People who have never been to Sanya have all kinds of suspicions and fears about this place.

What's more, when I came to Sanya, some friends reminded me: "Pay attention to safety" and "Be careful of being cheated".

So in my imagination, Sanya should be a super prosperous place with airtight high-rise buildings and a lack of human touch.

But when I arrived, I discovered that it was just the opposite.

Sanya in my eyes The Sanya in front of me is a flat plain. Except for a few buildings standing abruptly in the city center, it no longer looks like a "big city". There are coconut trees everywhere, and the vegetation coverage is extremely high.

On the road, you often don’t see a decent house.

At stations, restaurants, hotels, and taxis, people’s accents come from all over the country, and the majority of them are “Laotie”.

The contrast between the real scene in front of me and the imaginary scenery made me feel at ease.

I, a tourist from other places, found an inexplicable sense of belonging in an immigrant city where "outsiders" were everywhere.

Looking at the dense coconut groves in the distance, I immediately decided that I would stay here for a few more days.

After making this decision, you must first find a place to stay.

At this time, I was standing in the square of Sanya Railway Station. The sun was burning my face like a furnace, and I felt like I was melting into the heat.

I saw a bus stop in the distance with a pergola, so I walked over.

There are three means of transportation here, one is buses, the other is trams, and the third is taxis.

There was a table at the entrance of the tram, and behind the table sat a tall boy, wearing station uniforms with a badge on his chest, explaining the route to passing tourists from time to time.

Let me share a little experience here: When traveling to a place where you are unfamiliar with the place, if you have any questions and need consultation, you must find a uniformed "staff member".

Can it be a flight attendant, railway staff, taxi driver, conductor, or even courier, convenience store salesperson, hotel waiter? As long as the other person is wearing a uniform, the answer they provide must be better than that provided by strangers or passers-by.

Responsible? Some.

This is also a safer and safer way to travel alone.

I walked over, and the boy immediately stood up from behind the table, speaking Mandarin with a Northeastern accent, and asked me where I was going.

I said: I don’t know where to go now, so I want to ask you, where does this tram go?

He had a very good attitude and said: Only go to the urban area.

I asked: Is there anything fun in the city?

He said: Tourists generally go to Haitang Bay and Yalong Bay.

I asked again: Are there any other places?

He said very bluntly: Yes, but I suggest you go to these two bays first.

I said: Well, of these two "bays", under the same conditions, which one has cheaper hotels?

He said: The prices in Haitang Bay are relatively low.

I asked: Are you familiar with Haitang Bay?

Are there any recommended areas?

He said: Have you heard of Houhai?

Instead of taking a tram or a taxi, I took the No. 33 bus and went straight to Houhai.

My trip to Sanya starts here.

Sanya is not suitable for "poor travel", but it does not mean that it is not suitable for poor people to travel.

You can be poor in your pocket, but don't be poor in your heart and mind.

Sometimes, if you think about problems in a different way of thinking, you will gain a new life; if you look at the world in a different way of traveling, you will gain beautiful memories worth remembering for a lifetime.

Sanya, also has Houhai. Sanya's "Houhai" is a fishing village in Haitang Bay. The difference between this Houhai and Beijing's Houhai is that there is really a sea here.

It was already dark, but there was a lot of excitement here. The doors were close to each other and the lights were shining. I seemed to smell the sea breeze and eating barbecue, and my mood suddenly became excited.

But my current task is to find a place to live first.

Standing in the middle of the road, he took out his mobile phone and searched for nearby accommodation.

The hotel won't consider it because it's a place where young couples stay.

When I travel alone, I'd better find a place with many people to stay so I won't be lonely.

There are so many inns nearby!

I picked out about 10 houses closest to the sea, and eliminated the ones with bad reviews, and then eliminated those that were renovated earlier and those that were old-fashioned. It only took me, an unconcerned Leo, 10 minutes to decide decisively.

Decided on a place to live.

It turns out that I made the right choice, because the next trip told me that choosing the right inn in Sanya is really important.

When you arrive in Sanya, if you choose the right place to live, it is equivalent to gaining a scenic spot and a group of friends.

The impression of a place during travel is often related to the first thing you come into contact with there.

I arrived at the inn relatively late and the front desk told me that there were no rooms available.

I stood alone in the hall, a little depressed.

A very fat dog came over and circled around my legs. I played with the dog, my mind was at a loss, and I was chatting with two girls sitting on the chairs on one side.