"In Nyingchi, I can't forget the hotel once.
Next to National Highway 318, the Niyang River flows quietly. Atour on Nanyue Avenue is like a quiet station, blocking the roughness of the plateau. Pushing the door in, Tibetan fragrance mixed with a faint coffee smell, the front desk said ”Welcome home”, instantly zeroing the strangeness of 3,500 meters above sea level.
The room is on the 5th floor, with floor-to-ceiling windows facing the snowy mountains. In the evening, the clouds dispersed, and Nanga Bawa exposed a golden spire, like a sudden light painting. Dispersive oxygen supply runs quietly, humidifiers purr muffle fog, two cans of oxygen and a handwritten card on the bedside: minimum 3 ℃ tonight, sunrise at 7 am tomorrow morning, remember to add clothes. At that moment, I knew I would not sleep tonight.
Breakfast starts at 6:30, butter tea, stone pot eggs, Cantonese rice noodles, Tibetan pig bacon... I sat down by the window with a plate, the sun passed through the glass, and fell on the barley bread, like a layer of filter for the food. The restaurant changed the book at 10 o'clock, I pulled out a ”Dream of the Wild Dust”, read ”The mountains and rivers are exotic, the wind and the moon are the same day”, and the snow-capped mountains outside the window, the text and reality suddenly overlap.
At 10 o'clock in the night, Gao was a little overhead and called the front desk. After 5 minutes, the young lady on duty sent a pot of hot ginger tea, two painkillers and a hot water bag, and filled the humidifier with water. At that moment, people were in a foreign country, but they were taken care of by their family.
On the day of check-out, I left my luggage at the front desk and went to the city for a walk. When I came back, the concierge had called the car to the door, and there were two bottles of mineral water and a small packet of Rhodiola in the trunk. The car started, I saw the flag at the entrance of the hotel in the rear view mirror hunting in the wind, like saying: come back next time.
In Nyingchi, the mountains are faith, the clouds are romantic, and this Atour is the place where I live my trip to the plateau."