Sept 14: Afternoon flight to Urumqi to the north-west of Beijing. Arrived at 9 pm and off to bed shortly after. Weather a little cooler and the air much clearer although this is still a large city by our standards.
With a population of 2.8 million people, Urumqi means "beautiful pastureland" in Mongolian. The green pastures still exist, running up against the Tian Shan range and it is here that we found nomadic Kazakhs living in yurts. The city however, has undergone a major facelift, with soaring skyscrapers and a steadily growing international population of Russian, Kazakh and Pakistani businessmen. Oil is a major source of revenue and Han Chinese have jumped on the western bandwagon, opening new shops and businesses.
We stayed at the Xinjian Hotel (which sounds much more romantic than the English name "Holiday Inn") where the breakfast buffet was probably the most varied of any we had in China. Included were authentic Chinese dumplings and noodle dishes as well as fruit, sushi and some western offerings.
The next day we cruised on Tian Chi (Heavenly Lake) which is glacier fed and reminded us of Lake Louise; visited a yurt for sweet tea and goodies at Nanshan Pasture and saw exhibits of preserved bodies (the oldest of which is the 4000 year old Loulan Beauty of Indo-European ancestry) and garments of nearly a dozen people discovered in tombs throughout Xinjiang at the Xinjian Autonomous Region Museum. We also learned about the lost cities of the Silk Road region with archaeological artifacts on display.



Above: Tian Chi (Heavenly Lake); a yurt along the way
Below: Nanshan Pasture;yurt community; our hostess Maria who shyly told us, through our guide, that she knew of a famous Canadian doctor.....Norman Bethune. He's quite the hero in China and even though Maria had no formal education, she knew of him;Next photo: heat source in the yurt; our snack table; a river runs through there; riders in traditional costumes








KASHGAR
Would you ever expect to see the following scenes and people in China?


Above: This building is a tomb which houses the bodies of 72 Muslim family members. The coffins are all above the floor on a platform;Muslim cemetery






Above: Street scenes

Above: Public phones (no kidding!!!)


Above: Mysterious tourist; Old fashioned roller-skates and check out the wrist guards


Above: Very public barber shops and a very public wash


Above: Lovely old doors


Above: The beautiful children

Above: The people of China seem to love to nap!

Above: This gives new meaning to the expression "street meat"
KASHGAR - SUNDAY MORNING ANIMAL MARKET
We were up bright and early to enjoy the market.







We found Kashgar, population 340,000, to be exotic with an ethnic mix of Uighurs, Tajiks, Kyrgyz, Uzbeks and Han Chinese. Some things haven't changed from medieval times and metalworkers and cobblers use hand tools in the old quarter narrow backstreets lined with earthen-walled homes.
Kashgar has been a Silk Road trading centre for two millennia and traders and tourists continue to fuel the city with negotiations on street corners and at the bazaars..



Above: Artisans in the old city and walls that are older than air
Ramadan was being celebrated at the time of our visit and although our Muslim guide Abdul could not eat with us during this time of fasting, he washed our hands and demonstrated to us the traditional method of eating while we were lunch guests in a Muslim home. The owner of the home could not speak English however through Abdul, told us that her daughter is a doctor in Toronto. Our friend Chris took her number to call her upon our return.


The Muslim home and our hostess


Abdul (our guide) washing Trudy's hands;Some of our tasty feast

Above: Preparing to enter the Grand Mosque; left to right: Diane, Thelma, Me, Trudy
September 17th We flew back to Urumqi where we were met by our previous guide (Johnson...believe it or not!). We boarded a coach and headed to Turpan. Along the way we passed the largest wind farm in China (and possibly the world)....as far as the eye can see... and they are still adding to it.
Karez Irrigation System- Turpan: A head well was dug on high ground where snowmelt from the mountains collects. A long underground tunnel was dug to cunduct this water down to the village farmland. A series of vertical wells, some of which were constructed over 2000 years ago, were dug every 20 metres along the path of the tunnel to aid construction and provide access. They are fed entirely by gravity, eliminating the need for pumps. The city of Turpan owes its existence to these wells and channels. There are over 1000 wells and the total length of the channels runs to 5000 km, all constructed by hand and without modern machinery or building materials .

Above: Grape laden walkways fed by the wells. We tried the wine. Did we like it? Not so much. Canadian winemakers need not feel threatened by Chinese wines....yet.
Jiaohe Ruins: During the Han dynasty, Jiaohe was established by the Chinese as a garrison town to defend the borderlands. We walked through the old streets and along the roads. A main road cuts through the city where at the end is a large monastery with Buddhist figures still visible. The ruins stand on a plateau surrounded by two small rivers.


September 18 - Back to Urumqi to catch the overnight train to Dunhuang
Departed at 10:40 p.m. and had sleeper bunks in roomette's with four to a roomette. Margaret bunked in with a couple of strangers (all men) from Austria while I shared with Bob, John and a national tour guide who was guiding a small group through China. The beds were (as were all the beds in our experience in China) pristine with snow white duvets and sheets and soft pillows. The train was pretty upscale and comfortable. We didn't meet our roomie until the next morning because he slipped into the room late in the evening and left early in the morning, although he left his briefcase behind so we knew he would be back. When he returned, we found him to be hilarious with his collection of western idioms and his excellent English. He told us that he had been a bit nervous because it was the first time he had slept with tourists. Cute.
Next: Final Chapter....Dunhuang to Shanghai