出门旅行,我们习惯拿着手机,上微博或者微信,放弃眼前最难得的美景,跟旧世界纠缠不清。ONE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。 Traveling, we are used to holding a cell phone, microblogging or WeChat, to give up the most rare beauty in front of tangled with the old world. ONE In Kenya, a country club near Lake Naivasha, the rainy season has just passed, the green 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.