10.10 weather is still sunny and beautiful, lazy and do not want to get up on the bed
9:30 am leaning against the bed after washing up and watching television smoking, hoping the morning so in the past. This is my last day in Kashgar, at 23:50 I will be leaving the city, followed by Fan Jin.
Starting from 10:00, colleagues, friends, third brother of the SMS, telephone flocked to Texas, more than an hour before a full end. To the letter W is not successful, thought to have been returned to Guangdong to replace their calling cards; YL did not echo; G. When I check out have not yet down, do not know really ill.
The existence of color bags full, go out wandering, this time is truly not the purpose of killing time, I would like to get rid of the 12 hours before take-off, and I have already made up my mind to buy a souvenir after back to Urumqi, but also tired of any of an attraction. This is indeed gave me the time to savor the city.
Kashgar is a wonderful place. Here you rarely see around looking busy-looking white-collar and manual labor of the employees. The whole town is very cozy, very flat. Time for a smooth pace. Every morning the sun will be speckled the city's every corner, calm and warm.
Basically, cities to the people of East and West as the main line built there are many modern buildings, especially the Bank of China Mobile, ICBC's most beautiful buildings. The typical old town should be Tuman Road, Kuhne Dyer Vazha Road, Qiasa Lane, arayar Road, Ore Da Xike Road area of concentration. Almost all of the old city streets leading to Id Kah Mosque, that is, as long as you entered the Old City, as long as you can go, as long as you do not go back, eventually you will come to Id Kah.
Id Kah, the country's largest mosque that can accommodate thousands of Muslims in praise of Allah place. It seems to me not a lot, it is very quiet, very tranquil. Perhaps there is no idol's sake, this sacred place is still simple, subtle. Here is the center of Kashgar life, all kinds of cloth bazar ring around the Uygur people are basically operate rare Chinese. Next is the Kashi temple's biggest supermarket - south supermarket goods is complete, and some dried fruit characteristics, cheaper than the Bazaar on the fineness good.
In fact, this largest city in southern Xinjiang, Xinjiang is also probably the first commercial city, chasing is not lagging behind the pace of the modern on the Mainland. Basically, the brand colors can be found in the street shops. Maybe I do not pay attention to the reasons, I did not see McDonald's or KFC, but yet Dirk is. At night, walking in the downtown area, you do not think it is in a very remote place. In the minds of many people in this mystical, like a beautiful city luxury to make you feel the vulgar, and perhaps this is urbanization, and modernization costs.
People's Square may be the only one standing body of Chairman Mao Zedong statue in the city square, small in size, are not creative, strongly want to emulate Beijing's Tiananmen Square, even in the back of the fountain erected several arch Ikegami, such as the Jinshui generally, is a relatively nondescript.
Kashgar bus from time to time a lot of 29 lines, but I also thought superfluous. This is not a big city, I like to walk the streets here, listening to the people around him spoke the words I do not understand.
This is a very green city, and regardless of Tuman river, the natural vegetation mixed together, in the central area are thick poplar is also a narrow lane, Id Kah is buried in Luk Yeung Yam Lane.
This is a peaceful city. There is no legendary temper and unrest, it is a quiet life. Rich and poor, Han and Uygur, and the streets dressed fails to lose the Mainland, but the tattered clothes of no more than anywhere else. Islam handshake ceremony is the most commonly used here, courtesy, no matter who the other side, as long as you reach out and definitely be able to get enthusiastic response.
In the afternoon sun, sitting in the Luk Yeung Yam Kashgar street where the edge of finishing idea is a very enjoyable thing, for travelers like me is simply a luxury in terms of enjoyment. But this is worth it, come up with one or two hours, sitting under the shadow of tall poplars, watching the pedestrian street, listening to the soft-spoken conversation Uygur children and women, to bargain with the vendors are coming from far away unknown Uygur music, so immersed in thinking that a peaceful atmosphere, you can fly casual. Long to write notes, write down on this ancient and the feelings of the young city, so that mind wandering in the city.
SMS asking my colleagues to travel feelings.
Back One reads: Xinjiang, mountain well, water well, were good, good rice, fruit and sweet, the United States if the angel girl.
Back to its second expression: Kashi is a wonderful place. Were lazy, and lazy thinking, lazy to run around, lazy to go home. This lovely place ah.
Kashgar, this wonderful city. Time seems to be no sense, people according to its own rhythm, an ancient rhythm of life.
In the Kunlun restaurant eating a meal in Kashi last, on his way back to the hotel encounter G. Appears to cold has been better. Carrying his luggage, just a hotel shuttle to the airport, but time is too early. So I called his aging mother sat in the lobby to the phone, continued the diary a few days ago.
9:45 I got up to the airport, riding 20 yuan (It should say a good price). The airport is 12 kilometers chroman hotel, 10 minutes on its way.
Kashi airport gives the impression that bad. The car from the main road Guairu a dark path, crossing a block sign read, "airport entrance." Ping from the entrance to the park road about 23 kilometers, is Shashi Lu, very dark, no lights. Only one entrance there is money for the elderly. According to the driver say the airport is building a new terminal, probably another 15 days can be finished.
Terminal reasonably well, in order to light the main tune, a lot stronger than the train station. Boarding pass in 70 minutes before you can, get the terminal but not allowed to enter, and many people can only be following enrollment legislation in the hall and so on.
Many soldiers here, and different from Beijing and Urumqi. In the Beijing airport, you can almost see uniformed persons (excluding passengers), only uniformed airport staff. And here, on the contrary, the airport staff working there Buzhuo uniforms, even wearing is also very standard. Services are no passion, it is certain that he is the main customer you are feeling.
22:50 lobby legislation, etc. More and more people, and the escalator leading to security is still not opened.
23:15 through the security checks. Security is very strict, and have a security door after which they scan the whole body with a metal detector, cigarettes, chewing gum can not be spared, but fairly quickly. Terminal not only accommodate 200 people. Very clean, only two waiting period from when the TV entertainment. There are two doors leading to the ramp, at the end of every other out of a VIP room, next to the open space act as restaurants. Approximately less than one hundred people waiting for check-in, yesterday's news talk about the passenger fare has been fully floating, but the price of Xinjiang routes remain unchanged, did not know so little of the flow of SIA is also going to last.
Out by a side door up to the apron, in addition to our 757 but also have several military helicopters, Shi Zhi military purposes here, there is no wonder that the military exchanges airport.
23:30 sitting in a chair, 13C, close to the aisle. Aircraft little one row of six, left and right separate from the narrow aisles, but the seats very comfortable. This is the Singapore Airlines aircraft, YL Singapore Airlines had said the plane was steady, if from time to time. Sitting next to a foreigner, aroma is pressing.
The cabin is still good, at the foot of the carpet is blue sky full of stars, luggage rack under the light spill. The entire cabin bright, soft light. About six rows of seats there is the small screen in one's head.
23:45 start sliding, fluorescent lights extinguished, only small lights above the seats, I missed the night of Xinjiang.
23:47 take-off, the noise just as great, I agree that the sound was great, but it does smooth.
23:50 straight and level flight, very stable, I do not know how to land.
Maqam 12 CD anywhere to be found in Kashi can not, unfortunately.
10.11
12:40, air, flight attendants asked put away tables board the plane bumps quite drama, such as the elevator-like, as if they returned to the Pakistani roads, can not write.
2:40, but also lying in a comfortable hotel bed, oil, 102 yuan, value for money. I love this place, this is the first hotel I stayed. Neat bed, clean towels, bathroom, hot water, green tea taste good, two ashtrays - impressive, I like the comfortable and clean place, although I am not so neat person.
A further 12 hours I will end this tour in Xinjiang, which is I do not want but had to do things. People encountered in the road one after another to leave, such as the flue gas into the body as they leave (a typical smoker analogy), except for six and a half film, dozens of pages diary, but also what is left? Think of the work will face, I feel fear. I am worried that she no longer meet the nine-to-5 life, I am afraid that the towel but can not live. I feel like to travel, like wandering in a strange city. Like YL grace of this lovely little girl firmly believed - that life is so beautiful, the community is so beautiful, people are so wonderful ... ...
I felt I began to dislike some of the old life, but unable to change it. I also own responsibility, which compels me to insist on the original trajectory. Although I never like having a "home - unit" of the segment, I look forward curve, but well aware of the curve peak followed by trough.
Wandering, confusion, loss, excitement, shock, excitement intertwined with the journey Towards the end, so that I can not sleep.
Urumqi in great haste, Tianchi the beautiful, harmonious Kashgar, Cameroon magnificent lake, which remain in my heart. Accumulated under the rush on the 7th so many feelings - human, social, mountains, sky, only a handful of dozens of pages of text, how can describe very best. I feel this is too rich in emotions have been oppressed, choking with. Travel is hurried and short-term, thinking it is heavy, lingering, and almost impossible to distraction, and this world, this life, and my future life ... ...
Perhaps I really should not travel, independent travel is a wonderful feeling, or rather strange. Lone longer, you will put your mind in the most broad and most subtle dust space between your emotions gradually detached from the crowd with a unique look when you watch people, look at life, you will found that people use the same unique eyes watching you, where there is doubt, there is no trust, that you can look destined to be their friend, can only be a bystander. You will have no friends, no "normal" life, until encounter another bystander. When a bystander in this society increasingly be filed, the life of the people will be the elimination of one by one, I would be destined to be destroyed one.
Mainland people to talk too much chaos in Xinjiang, a man too dangerous to go. Why? Why talk about chaos in Xinjiang? What is chaos? But also the reasons for why chaos rather than chaos? These are not this should be an answer, nor is it I am fully clear. YL talk about sleep in Xinjiang feel realistic, but why? Are there really people's awareness of such a large difference? It's not that I can understand the office. However, a short trip to go on the 7th I agree with YL argument. I saw and heard and feel the right to prove her allegations of errors and the mainland, but the rumors come from?
10:00 to leave the comfort of the hotel, I went to erdaoqiao shopping, Xinjiang's last stop, I have to purchase some gifts to give Mom, friends, and themselves, which is necessary after a long journey, although some vulgar taste. Whether it should go to her aunt wanted to say goodbye, but one should now have to go to work in; two, I just passers-by only.
13:00 I sat in the Urumqi International Airport terminal. Security was also good, does not remove the debris and watches, but with the detectors scan the whole body, did not ask for more, it appears also look at security screeners mood.
The airport is very beautiful, although no large-scale Beijing airport, but it is elegant, the main colors in blue and white is very characteristic. Entrance and lounge decorated with a few large fish tank, which has two sharks and a few other rare tropical fish leisurely cruise around with. Watching fish, people's mood relaxed and up. Terminal Biyou smoking room, small but very clean, almost no one, can sit down quietly smoking diary.
14:00 plane late, it flew where to? I feel more and more that things are just faster than the train only. Terminal No. 8 Zone (Designation) is almost filled Almost everyone has a box of "Xinjiang specialty," including myself.
14:15 I have already boarded the aircraft return journey, Xinjiang trip to an end. Many people, luggage rack has not relax, and do not understand why these people have to pull on the shoulder of the aircraft.
14:25 to fly again, but also smell the oil odor filled cabin.
14:29 start taxiing, ready to fly. Bogda Peak is clearly visible from afar. Urumqi, Xinjiang, I'll leave.
14:34 take-off. Seem to have air plane shaking is very fierce. Feeling on the plane is not a skyrocket, but in a highly briefly pause before they continue to climb. Flight Attendants at the briefing location, Tianshan, which is good, people know where they are.
Tianshan has been snow cover, Xinjiang tourist season has passed. Heavenly Lake can be seen on the plane - to that Lake's clear water ah. It seems, has already been to the edge of Tianchi snow. Off season travel, and passers-by of the home.
Bogda, Lucky Hill, auspicious mountain, the next meeting, when? Xinjiang, the magic Holy Land, I will return when you embrace? Loss of waves of attacks on me, my heart is dying inside mountains and rivers in the following. It is reluctant to leave, a tear of pain filled my body. I will be heart to stay here, this piece of land in the vast mountains and rivers.
There have never been so sentimentally attached to, even my hometown. Xinjiang, and I have ancestors who lived through the place, and I thought to whiz around the place, my faith be done place. I would not have had to leave, I took heart to stay, hoping to re-engage in your arms. Eyes filling with tears, I am keeping a close eye out the window of the sea of clouds, Xinjiang in the clouds below me the clouds above the other. I can not understand people who leave the joy, I saw the vast expanse of whiteness of the silent sea of clouds, "is the parting of Shengxiao quietly."
15:00 fly into clouds, the window a vast expanse of whiteness, Xinjiang, for me cover from her mountains, in the occasion of my departure, she did not want to see my tears in their eyes.
15:30 thin clouds, and the following is the desert, I had left Xinjiang.
17:35 Beijing Airport, nausea, heat, damp heat rushing toward us, I miss the sun and Kashi Shu Shuang-ming, the shade garden.
22:00 home, quiet home, in this noisy and there are a little strange familiar with the city. Have seen and heard about the journey to the mother, excitement seems to wander in the Napian distant land. Beat the little tambourine, fiddle with the tiny Dong Bula, it seems that once again sounded in the ear that did not understand the language and not the peacekeepers, and song and laughter ... ...
Xinjiang, and I have ancestors who lived through the place, and I thought to whiz around the place, my faith be done place.
Xinjiang, a place I Hunqianmengying ... ...
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