travel starts with photography

Chen Xing went to make preparations and didn't see Zhou Peng and the others for a while. However, they met half an hour later at the track of the racecourse.

He was following the team, leading a newly-adult horse, wearing a full set of protective gear provided by the organizers... The organizers were really afraid that some tourists would fall off the horses, so the advance tests were already very strict, and wearing protective gear was required.

He has never ridden a horse in protective gear.

As he was walking, Chen Xing suddenly saw Zhou Peng and Qin Xinlei standing outside the railing.

The venue of Nadam is very free and convenient. If you want to relax, have a rest, eat snacks, and visit Nadam at the same time, you can sit in a high seat and watch the whole day's performance.

For example, in the Mongolian wrestling competition, ordinary tourists cannot see the top-level competition because you can't even get to the front.

Not everyone is born with the talent of crowding in and gathering holy bodies like Chen Xing.

Then sitting in the stands and looking far ahead is also a way to participate.

What Chen Xing didn't expect was that Zhou Peng and his friends were in such good physical condition that they walked around the venue for several hours and instead of sitting down to rest, they actually stood outside the racecourse fence and watched.

As soon as they got closer, Zhou Peng and the other man immediately shouted "Come on!"

Chen Xing said, "You guys are so energetic? I'm afraid you won't be able to get up tomorrow."

"What can't you get up?" Zhou Peng immediately retorted, "Do you think I am you?"

Chen Xing rolled his eyes and before he could say the second sentence, he was already far away from Zhou Peng.

There are so many people that you can't hear clearly if you are a little far away.

Unlike the Mongolians who are fond of Boker, tourists are most concerned about horse racing. Having watched the main race in the morning, the tourist race in the evening is also not to be missed for them.

Standing on the racecourse, the surrounding sounds were all gathering in the middle, and only then did he know what it meant to be in a bustling crowd. This feeling was completely different from the excitement of street performances, and it gave people a strong desire to perform.

This is the charm of sports competition.

There are many types of horse racing. Mongolian horse racing, in today's terms, is a flat race, and the competition is about speed.

After walking around the track, Chen Xing got on the horse.

The loudspeaker once again promoted horse racing, and the crowd continued to gather at the racecourse. The staff in charge of this tourist horse race also once again emphasized that safety is the most important thing in the race... But when it comes to the real race, how can these people who have ridden horses put safety first?
Even if someone wants to experience the atmosphere, when they get to the stadium and are surrounded by countless people, their minds will go blank and they will speed up.

After another ten minutes or so, the countdown began and everything was silent.

In fact, the noise outside the stadium was still very loud, but Chen Xing could no longer hear any sound from outside the stadium. He was concentrating on listening to only one sound, which was the starting gun for the start of the game.

Apart from that, there was really no sound in Chen Xing's ears.

Before he could think of this question, gunshots rang out.

The horses reacted even faster than he did. Just like runners in a sprint race, a group of horses suddenly started running forward from stillness. And unlike a human sprint race, there was no order in place. Even though dozens of horses were separated by a long distance, it still gave people the feeling of a galloping horse.

This is seventy horses. There are not even this many horses among the thousands of troops seen in some TV dramas.

The tourists were certainly delighted, especially those who had just arrived at the venue in the afternoon. They were so excited that they jumped up and down, holding their hands in front of their faces and shouting loudly: "Come on! Come on! Go!"

"drive!"

Chen Xing just rushed forward.

This is really a good horse. If it were in Europe, those rich second-generations would probably spend a lot of money to buy it.

After running about half of the race, Chen Xing ran from the middle front position to the first place. There was no one in front of him to chase, and he felt very happy. The horse he was riding also roared excitedly. He looked back at his fellow horses, and his feet started to move faster.

The people from the Nadam Culture and Tourism Bureau outside the venue were terrified and swore that this would definitely be the last horse race for tourists and would never be held again.

I didn't think it was a big deal, but it was too scary to watch. The top travel blogger rushed forward desperately, pulling a group of people with better skills to follow him. The starting point of each of them was actually recorded, and you can tell who was faster and who was slower by watching the replay at the end.

But now everyone is competing for first and second place, selectively forgetting that this is a time trial.

Chen Xing dares to say that there is no man who doesn't like the feeling of speeding. Many men have this excitement when they first get in touch with cars, but it will not be until half a year or even a year later that they will feel the fatigue of driving.

Does anyone miss the excitement of just touching the car?
I want to sleep in the car.

If this group of people were allowed to try horseback riding, the novelty would return immediately.

Chen Xing was in this state of excitement. He liked riding horses, but he didn't have many opportunities to ride horses when he lived in the mainland, let alone compete with others in a real way. And Chen Xing understood the word "competition" as a competition.

Zhou Peng's voice was almost hoarse, but he still shouted in the crowd: "Go! Damn! Chen Xing is awesome! He can even surpass this!"

The person next to him only said: "The first place is so handsome."

He immediately grabbed the man's hand and shouted, "My brother! The one who got first place! We came here together!"

"Uh, awesome, awesome..."

Many girls also have hearts in their eyes. The prince charming in their hearts is actually like this: tall, riding a horse, and when the wind blows, his clothes stick tightly to his angular abdominal muscles. They really want to touch them.

And Chen Xing’s hair is a plus.

It is difficult to take care of it normally, and sometimes it will look a bit sloppy if you don't pay attention to it when you go out. But when it blows in the wind while riding a horse, it looks really cool. Ninety percent of the screams outside the stadium are because of it.

If I were to make this trip into a vlog and release it, it would probably attract a group of fans.

Qin Xinlei was so excited that she couldn't help but hit Zhou Peng.

It made him confused.

"Why did you hit me?"

"……fine."

Qin Xinlei decided to keep some dignity for her man and let him go to the gym after they get married. He is getting fatter and fatter, which was not the case when they first met.

Chen Xing was the first to finish the 1,600-meter track.

The horse is gradually slowing down.

The last few staff members wearing red vests rushed up like an F1 race crew. Some led the horses, while others helped Chen Xing get off the horse. They complained, "We told you before the race that this was a time trial, but you rushed too fast. You scared us to death."

The more excited the other tourists were, the more terrified they were.

Happiness belongs to others.

Chen Xing stepped on the ground, smoothed his hair back, and then said, "I couldn't help it. Sorry."

Then I noticed a flash of white light in front of my eyes and the sound of a camera shutter clicking: "My friend, you are so handsome, what's your name?"

Chen Xing looked at his attire and asked, "Are you a journalist?"

"Well, can I interview you?"

"No thanks, I won't be interviewed, but I'd like to see the photos you took."

He recalled the angle just now, the photo should be very handsome... After so many years of taking handsome photos of others, is it finally my turn this time? (End of this chapter)