链接:网页链接 提取码:4tjr 解压码:lybh 安卓汉化有声有三个结局

单项获奖的分别是：（只列出马尔代夫的部分）
印度洋领先的。。。
Indian Ocean’s Leading Dive Resort: Anantara Dhigu Maldives（潜水度假胜地：安娜塔拉-迪古）
Indian Ocean’s Leading Family Resort: The Sun Siyam Iru Fushi Maldives（家庭度假胜地：依露富士）
Indian Ocean’s Leading Hotel: LUX* South Ari Atoll（酒店：Lux*）
Indian Ocean’s Leading Hotel Suite: Royal Island Suite at JA Manafaru（酒店套房：JA玛娜法鲁-皇家岛套房）
Indian Ocean’s Leading Leisure Hotel: Hulhule Island Hotel（休闲酒店）
Indian Ocean’s Leading Luxury Hotel Villa: The Royal Residence at Jumeirah Vittaveli（豪华酒店别墅：JV-皇家公寓）
Indian Ocean’s Leading Luxury Island Resort and Indian Ocean’s Leading Luxury New Resort: The St. Regis Maldives Vommuli Resort（印度洋领先的豪华岛度假村和印度洋的新豪华度假胜地：沃木里瑞吉 这一长窜的名字高大上！！！）
Indian Ocean’s Leading Luxury Resort: Milaidhoo Maldives（豪华度假胜地：米莱哚）
Indian Ocean’s Leading Luxury Villa Resort: Velaa Private Island（豪华别墅度假村：维拉）
Indian Ocean’s Leading Luxury Water Villa: Grand Water Villa at One&Only Reethi Rah（豪华水上别墅：瑞堤拉-大水别墅）
Indian Ocean’s Leading MICE Hotel: Kurumba Maldives（MICE酒店：椰子 后注）
Indian Ocean’s Leading Private Island Resort: COMO Cocoa Island（私人岛屿度假村：cocoa）
Indian Ocean’s Leading Resort: Gili Lankanfushi（度假酒店：吉利蓝坎富士）
Indian Ocean’s Leading Water Villa Resort: Sun Aqua Vilu Reef（水上别墅度假村：美露丽芙）
Indian Ocean’s Most Romantic Resort: Baros Maldives （最浪漫的度假胜地：巴罗斯）
注：MICE
MICE，即Meeting（会议）、Incentive（奖励旅游）、Conference（大型企业会议）、Exhibition（活动展览）的第一个字母大写组成，也是会展的英文缩写。 MICE HOTEL就是提供会展服务的酒店。 　　 MICE是继M&E（meeting&exhibtion）后产生的一种对会展更全面的解释。会展，从字面意义上可以解释成会议和展览，但由于在举办会展的过程中所涉及的其他活动，因此他的范围就扩大到奖励旅游及节事活动。

‘St Paul’s,’ said Captain Bartolus, who stood by her side. ‘The Tower of London,’ he continued. ‘Greenwich Hospital, erected in memory of Queen Mary by her husband, his late majesty, William the Third. Westminster Abbey. The Houses of Parliament.’ As he spoke, each of these famous buildings rose to view. It was a fine September morning. A myriad of little water-craft plied from bank to bank. Rarely has a gayer, or more interesting, spectacle presented itself to the gaze of a returned traveller. Orlando hung over the prow, absorbed in wonder. Her eyes had been used too long to savages and nature not to be entranced by these urban glories. That, then, was the dome of St Paul’s which Mr Wren had built during her absence. Near by, a shock of golden hair burst from a pillar — Captain Bartolus was at her side to inform her that that was the Monument; there had been a plague and a fire during her absence, he said. Do what she could to restrain them, the tears came to her eyes, until, remembering that it is becoming in a woman to weep, she let them flow. Here, she thought, had been the great carnival. Here, where the waves slapped briskly, had stood the Royal Pavilion. Here she had first met Sasha. About here (she looked down into the sparkling waters) one had been used to see the frozen bumboat woman with her apples on her lap. All that splendour and corruption was gone. Gone, too, was the dark night, the monstrous downpour, the violent surges of the flood. Here, where yellow icebergs had raced circling with a crew of terror-stricken wretches on top, a covey of swans floated, orgulous, undulant, superb. London itself had completely changed since she had last seen it. Then, she remembered, it had been a huddle of little black, beetle-browed houses. The heads of rebels had grinned on pikes at Temple Bar. The cobbled pavements had reeked of garbage and ordure. Now, as the ship sailed past Wapping, she caught glimpses of broad and orderly thoroughfares. Stately coaches drawn by teams of well-fed horses stood at the doors of houses whose bow windows, whose plate glass, whose polished knockers, testified to the wealth and modest dignity of the dwellers within. Ladies in flowered silk (she put the Captain’s glass to her eye) walked on raised footpaths. Citizens in broidered coats took snuff at street corners under lamp-posts. She caught sight of a variety of painted signs swinging in the breeze and could form a rapid notion from what was painted on them of the tobacco, of the stuff, of the silk, of the gold, of the silver ware, of the gloves, of the perfumes, and of a thousand other articles which were sold within. Nor could she do more as the ship sailed to its anchorage by London Bridge than glance at coffee-house windows where, on balconies, since the weather was fine, a great number of decent citizens sat at ease, with china dishes in front of them, clay pipes by their sides, while one among them read from a news sheet, and was frequently interrupted by the laughter or the comments of the others. Were these taverns, were these wits, were these poets? she asked of Captain Bartolus, who obligingly informed her that even now — if she turned her head a little to the left and looked along the line of his first finger — so — they were passing the Cocoa Tree, where,— yes, there he was — one might see Mr Addison taking his coffee; the other two gentlemen —’there, Ma’am, a little to the right of the lamp-post, one of ‘em humped, t’other much the same as you or me’— were Mr Dryden and Mr Pope.’ ‘Sad dogs,’ said the Captain, by which he meant that they were Papists, ‘but men of parts, none the less,’ he added, hurrying aft to superintend the arrangements for landing. (The Captain must have been mistaken, as a reference to any textbook of literature will show; but the mistake was a kindly one, and so we let it stand.)
‘Addison, Dryden, Pope,’ Orlando repeated as if the words were an incantation. For one moment she saw the high mountains above Broussa, the next, she had set her foot upon her native shore.