Woke up with fresh memories f the desert rain we experienced and the gushing water from the mountain that threaten to cut off our road.
The first thing we did in the morning was a quick drive to the local Volkswagen Servicing Centre to have our oil change done for our Land Cruiser.
Thereafter we went to the Grand Mosque Id Kah and had nice mutton soup and kebabs for lunch at a local eating house. Still in China but the Uyghur do not look one bit Chinese with the exception able to converse in simple Mandarin.
Known in Uyghur as the Yekshenba Bazaar, or Sunday Bazaar, what was once the mother of all markets still attracts up to one hundred thousand villagers and nomads, all riding their donkey carts from the surrounding area and gathering.
Cold goat yogurt sour drink
Friendly locals sharing their fruits with us
The puff shop owner
Old Kashgar city
As night falls, light lit up the old city walls, but sadness lingers in the area, as desolate houses, half in ruins conditions and dirty faced children play with the sand blown in from the desert, and a lake, once the people’s park, now serves as a sewage pond.
In the middle of the city, a statue of the late Mao Zedong has effectively wiped whatever culture and charm this ancient city once had away. Now, just relics stand, eroded by the elements.
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