In the Andes, as long as I heard that there are people in the mountains who are still isolated, spend a week or 10 days, I have to go and see; or which jungle still has Inca ruins, even if I have to visit for weeks. Yesterday I learned that there is still a village in the Andes that preserves the Inca tradition. I will be ecstatic to visit. On the Andean highlands, there is a mountain I have never been to, I want to climb, and one has never been to I want to drill the hole. I am obsessed with those who live in this land, those who blend in with the unadorned nature. Whenever I walk into the village, they always invite me to "stay down", "to eat something", or to say "I am happy to do everything I can do for you." I lived with them under the same roof and stayed there for as long as possible, so I could reduce my expenses to continue my trip to South America. Whenever I visit those inaccessible villages, there is a feeling that the people living here are too similar to China. This person is like some of my relatives, that person and one of my friends. It is twins. Everyway, I feel that I am living in a village in a place I am familiar with.