After founding a place to stay, I dropped some bags and tool a trip around the city. The population here is largely Uyghur, the eastern-most of the Turkic people. Clearly, their ethnicity is closer to the -stans to the West than to the rest of China. As I was making my way around town, a young Uyghur saw that i was somewhat disoriented and stopped to help me out. He spoke excellent English and suggested I go to a bazaar on the other side of town- even hopped on a bus with me to take me other. He showed me around briefly and then we went our separate ways.
Wandering the back alleys of the bazaar, I found the people to be quite friendly once I picked up a few words in Uyghur. Everyone welcomed me to take a photo of their booth or shop-- something I am often hesitant to ask for fear of treating people like zoo animals.
Tomorrow I will heading up to a scenic lake in the mountains to do some camping with the local Kazakh population. Then I will return to catch a train to Dunhuang, Gansu. My visa only has 21 days left on it so I have to travel quickly.
This young fellow grabbed some of this excellent bread and posed for me (right after he washed his hands in warm water with soap).
A mosque on the left. The mural on the right depicts a traditional Uyghur music performace. My understanding is that the complete performance takes 24 hours.
Pomegranate Juice.
"how bazaar, how bazaar.... spread your love and fly"
Fedoras Fesale
My guide book warns of a a somewhat obsessive interest in knives.
The boy selling the butcher's knives insisted I take a shot of these domes.
I was skeptical of traditional Chinese medicine but this blows it out of the water. This dude was filling these viles with the liquid at the bottom of this tub which was filled with dead snakes, scorpions, an unidentifiable reptile, and some hooves of some sort. I will post a link to a close up so those who don't want to don't have to see it.
A shot of the city from a nearby hill.
2 comments:
I saw people of this nationality on the train to Tibet.
Your pictures are lovely.
Don't get eaten by any bears when you're camping...or tigers...or Asian elephants.
oh,you have leaved Beijing to Urumqi,Xinjiang.
What a fantastic journey it is!
I have never seen so many knives like that!
your student
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