It was a road trip.
It had been many years since Wan Donglin had felt such enthusiasm, but this time, he was in high spirits and personally drove the off-road vehicle.
After passing Songzhou, they stopped at a gas station where he encountered a very young female backpacker. She was traveling on foot, dressed rather flamboyantly. Despite her attire, her sunburnt skin and haggard expression were evident, and her smile was vague and uncertain as she waved, asking for a ride.
Wan Donglin shook his head, a slight, perhaps amused, smile playing on his lips.
Disappointment showed on the woman's face.
As they drove on, they encountered several more women asking for rides. Wan Donglin, his interest piqued, asked, "Are these the so-called budget travelers?"
"I suppose so. I often read online diaries about budget travel. I just can't believe how they manage to travel the world with only a few thousand yuan."
