真正的旅行远比手机与视频记录得更为厚重拖沓。在肯尼亚纳瓦沙湖旁一座乡村俱乐部,雨季刚刚过去,绿色铺天盖地。头顶上高大的金合欢树支开天然帐篷,远处一头角马于微风中浮动白须,天鹅绒草坪尽头,一条林间小路通向湖边。置身其中,时光倒错,仿佛是20世纪初英属殖民地时期,身穿猎装的白人男女会骑着骏马飞奔而至。 Real travel is far more cumbersome than cell phone and video recording. At a country club near Lake Naivasha in Kenya, the rainy season has just passed and the green is overwhelming. Acacia tree head overhead to open a natural tent, a corner of the distance in the breeze floating in a white beard, velvet lawn at the end, a forest path leading to the lake. In the midst of it, the time went wrong, as if the early 20th century British colonial period, dressed in hunting white men and women will be riding a horse flew to.