October 15, 2002 afternoon, 14:52, after 24 hours of the train, I arrived in Kashgar from Urumqi.
According to plan, this is the sixth stop of my trip, and the most worth looking forward to a stop, the fact that she did not let me down. "Less than would have not been to Kashi in Xinjiang," that's not the scenery but the Kashi that strong ethnic characteristics, from the train to leave for three days in Kashgar, I can feel it all the time.
The square outside the railway station, a long slip rentals in waiting for customers to buy the maps and found that only 28 road a bus from the train station to the city, but a good line, terminal is the famous Id Kah Mosque. The rise of looked around, in the distance two stopped at a stop sign the CMB, it should be it wants to. Yishang Che, there are no passengers, while the driver and the conductor are actually Uygur people, and that the conductor can be really pretty Uygur MM ah. After a while, a passenger on the train one after another but always not seen a Han Chinese people, filled with the drivers when driving fast, and along the way Maner is full-dimensional language, even the car radio are placed Uighur music, listening to the conductor Chinese called me with the blunt tickets "B block Ukraine" (a fifty cents), That come to understand what is meant by ethnic minorities - from now on I am the minority.
Motors 20 minutes to finish Id Kah Square. The car, strong Uygur flavor rushing toward us, the roadside signs are all linked and Uighur shops, passers-by are the Uygur, the distance of the rains bongo music, smell the scent of barbecue, Id Kah Mosque in eyes, it almost made an instant impact on the senses donkey-line world for many years, I know what to do.
Momentary confusion was soon excited and curious place. Decided to find someone to unload luggage hotel Moreover, along the front of the liberation of North Road, walk north a few steps without a home, "Arzu guest houses", which sounds like the name of the Uygur open, go look at? Wow! Sure enough, right, from the boss to the waiter are the Uygur ah, fill the guest register at front and rear rolled, a character is not, Ganqing I was the only guest where the Han, Shuang. 40 a night single room, with color TV, independent health, 24-hour hot water, beds clean, go out the door Id Kah Mosque and the city train station ticket office, and said what ah, I live! Incidentally, the tube door key was a lovely girl (the boss's daughter?), Even though we are using the short-term exchange of gestures, but her hazel eyes are unforgettable, and her sleeve cotton bar, She will ask you to grapes of the oh.
Everything was settled, lightly armed departure, first went to the mosque. Through the tall yellow gate, with the hustle and bustle of the square outside than inside the temple is so solemn, the sun through the leaves shed mottled light and shade, makes Huangru into another world. Looked at those who kneel before devout believers, I seem to have felt the power of Allah, the kind of power can be calm restless mind can also be secular and cleaned up the dirty soul. Travelers seem to find a destination, after a 16-day 6,000 km trip, covered with dust, tired me, wandering around a long time and refuse to leave them.
Late, to be gone, taken the temple, the square is the peak and visitors crowd. Id Kah Square, during the day is a free market in the evening is the snack world. I saw the cart full of large and small, every corner of the plaza, kebab, grilled dumplings, roasted Nang, pilaf, noodles, sheep offal soup, all kinds of fruits. . . Have stood beside the vehicle lap bench, people sitting around the meantime, eat, drink, talk, laughter. . . Looked at such a lively scene and tells the people how can we take ourselves? Pushed the middle, looking for a place to sit, possession of a net, he Ganbu Gan, Wei unsanitary, called on a few sample eat, like all around the Uighurs, like the hands-on hand, which caught on with the use grasping, large bowl of drinking tea, big mouth and chewing lamb. . . Anyway, plenty of silence prime咱bag.
Author: kevin_yao1
