Songtsam Benzilan | Shangri-La Day and Night

Through the archway, the courtyard is filled with tall trees, and ugly tangerines hang like lanterns. Under an ancient apricot tree, a table and four chairs are placed, and the buds on the branches are sprouting green. You can't help but sit down, thinking of tea and the full moon, and you have the illusion of owning an ancient castle. Whether you are in a beautiful environment is an important criterion for judging the success of a homestay. In Benzilan, the definition of a hotel is blurred, and it is integrated into the local sense, becoming a boutique mountain residence. It consists of two parts, front and back, connected to each other and staggered. The front two floors are the restaurant and study, and the back three floors are the guest rooms. Parthenocissus, trumpet creeper, and wisteria grow roots on the walls, and you, like Alice, fall into the "tree hole" of Benzilan. On the sofa in the lobby, you lean back against the pillow and stretch out a long lazy waist, feeling like you have entered the home of a local resident. After changing into cloth shoes, the waiter signaled you to enter the restaurant, where several tables and chairs were arranged, and freshly picked daisies were dotted on the blue and yellow tablecloths. Afternoon tea is self-service. You make a cup of Earl Grey tea, heat the milk, and then slowly pour the milk into the cup, and a cup of "Sri Lankan" milk tea is ready. You take a jar of yogurt, drink tea quietly, look at the three-color chrysanthemum on the table, and eat bread and salad.