Tiannan Hotel Kashgar

... wordt nog wat als ie de rest van de bus gaat bekijken. De hele voorraad wil hij door, blikjes pate worden opengetrokken en verdwijnen in de vuilniszak, net als de appels, aardappels, peterselie, etc….Of we nog meer eten aan boord hebben? Met een stalen gezicht verzwijgen we de fruit en groentevoorraad en na wat discussie en gemopper van onze kant mogen we het verpakte eten meenemen. Door naar de medische keuring…Binnen in het kantoor krijgen we een thermometer. What to ...

... that naïve assumption pretty quickly). But I do know that the extreme measures to which China goes to create what it calls “ethnic harmony” is something I don’t like. I can isolate the army issue on its own and perhaps understand it in part, but I can’t accept the repression of religion, language and culture that occurs in the most insidious ways in this country, prompting the uprisings that have plagued China over the last decade. I am ready ...

... only when you bought a pot of tea). <br> <br>Just as we were leaving, the waitress - in full fancy dress - told us we couldn't leave yet as we had not watched their traditional dance show. Much to Caragh's horror, the show included audience participation and she was pulled up on stage for Ben's pleasure!! <br><br> <br>We had an interesting late night in Fubar, the one foreign bar in Kashgar, which was very friendly because about half the tourists in Kashgar (i.e ...

... PRC by local communist law enforcement. It is even more unfortunate that the PRC defeated the KMT and the ROC, as the situation in Xingguan would probably be much more stable and China would be better off overall were it under the administration of the democratic government of the ROC. This is, of course, something that we cannot publish in the PRC and we will have to wait until we return to Taiwan in order to upload these statements, along with many other opinions voiced in previous entries.

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... oil field some 40 km before Kashgar. He&#8217;s been driving since 4am this morning and appreciates our company to keep him awake for the next 200km. <br><br>We arrive in Atush, a town 40 km before Kashgar at around 11pm at night. It&#8217;s completely dark and there&#8217;s a private taxi with two young Uighur kids in it. It looks like our only option to get to Kashgar so we hop in and finally arrive in Kashgar at midnight. .

... After weeks of the dreaded Bukhara Belly, we were obviously very dehydrated but we were surprised at how much weight we had lost. Alan had lost nearly seven kilos and I had lost four. Looking at ourselves we suddenly saw a ridiculous side to our situation. Our skin was literally hanging off us; our arms and legs just bags of sagging folds of skin. Alan need not have described my neck as looking like a Galapagos tortoise though. <br><br>Looking at my blood shot eyes, dark eye ...

... to organise a driver. And so this problem became our problem and did not add to anyone&#8217;s humour. <br><br>In the meantime our car was being manically searched by armed guards. Car mats were thrown out, seat covers were lifted off, glove boxes were rummaged and the entire car was thoroughly scrutinised &#8211; for what we had no idea. Our baggage was up-ended and our clothes yanked out of our cases. <br><br>Unlike us, Abdul and the driver did not look at all ...

... the rather lovely Lake Chatyr-Kol, a protected nature reserve. The mountains then petered out to flat snow covered wind swept plains. At an altitude of some 4,000m, it sure was forbidding country. <br><br>Slava grunted that he was never going to do this trip again. It certainly must have done some wear and tear to his van. We sympathised. It was a hard and responsible task for these two young people to get us through such a difficult and isolated terrain with ...

... After breakfast we decided to try the ice cream too, at one yuan for two small cones, scooped up from a quickly diminishing pile. This ice cream is churned in something like a converted washing machine, from milk and honey and ice. The treat cut through the dusty heat like ice down my back, and we prayed the ice was made from filtered water. We stayed around the market, watching it fill with restive livestock until the sun got hot enough to convince us to relocate. Our ...