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KASHGAR: Large statue of Mao Zedong near the People's Square. In front of it is a large platform review stand facing the square.


KASHGAR: Meet MariYam, a very friendly receptionist at the People's Hotel in the very center of town who helped me buy my cheap ticket to Urumqi. email: mari_juli@hotmail.com


KASHGAR: Large statue of Mao Zedong near the People's Square.


KASHGAR: Here I am standing in front of a large statue of Mao Zedong with my megaphone ready to amplify every word the great leader might utter.


KASHGAR: One of the interesting sculptures on the grounds of the Qinibagh Hotel where I stayed most of the time.


KASHGAR: A boy of about nine lay before an older bearded man who is feeding him tiny spoonfuls of ice cream. A compassionate crowd hovers over the scene. The boy is dying. The posters tell the story to all who pause long enough to read them and add their small contribution to a box set up for donations.


KASHGAR: A boy of about nine lay before the older bearded man who is feeding him ice cream with a tiny spoon. A compassionate crowd hovers over the scene. The boy is dying. I first saw this pitiful sight five days ago when I first arrived.


KASHGAR: Colorful banners hang from buildings proclaiming store openings or major promotions.


KASHGAR: Exterior of the older Qinibagh Hotel building.


KASHGAR: Part of the old city wall.


KASHGAR: Part of the old city wall not far from my hotel. It is 1600 years old and made of rammed earth. Amazing it has not eroded away.


KASHGAR: Part of the old city wall. It is 1600 years old and made of rammed earth. Amazing.


KASHGAR: Part of the old city wall sits next to piles of trash. It is 1600 years old and made of tamped earth. It is amazing it has lasted so long.


KASHGAR: The ancient wall seems to be standing in the way of modern progress. So, parts of the old 1600 year old crumbling wall must go.


KASHGAR: The interesting building with the spiral staircase is located at the junction of Jiefang Road and Seman Road.


KASHGAR: This seemed like a strange name for a hotel located on Seman Road... at least when pronounced in English: "Sin Ye." Later, a Chinese friend explained the name actually means "New Art."


KASHGAR: Looking down one of the residential streets in the old Uyghur section.


KASHGAR: Main street in an all Uyghur section of town. Donkey carts, bicycles, motorcycles and a few cars wind their way through the narrow hard packed dirt streets.


KASHGAR: Looking down one of the residential streets in the old Uyghur section.


KASHGAR: Along the streets in the residential section of old Kashgar, homes are safely tucked in courtyards behind heavy doors like these.


KASHGAR: One of the four towers at the Apak Hoja Tomb monument located in the northeast suburbs.


KASHGAR: Around the grounds at the Apak Hoja Tomb monument.


KASHGAR: NW corner of the main intersection at Renmin Road and Jiefang Road; the center of town.


KASHGAR: On this road across the street from the main mosque crowds of bearded Uyghur men congregate day and night to debate important issues.


KASHGAR: A couple of the Uyghur men I met on the Vegetable Market Street near the main mosque.


KASHGAR: A main cross street from Vegetable Market Street.


KASHGAR: this old guy never did smile to indicate he had friendly intentions, though the younger guy behind him did.


KASHGAR: One of the mosques in the old Uyghur section of town.


KASHGAR: Another butcher at work in the old Uyghur section.


KASHGAR: "Off with their heads!" Every part of the butchered goat is offered for sale. I have no idea what delicacy is made from the heads. Head cheese?


KASHGAR: Looking into a narrow residential ally.


KASHGAR: During a rare "rain storm" the light drizzle washed dust from the air and deposited it on everything, including my shoes.


KASHGAR: One of the pair of lions guarding the entrance to the Qinibagh Hotel where I stayed most of the time.


KASHGAR: Sign in front of a doctor's office.


KASHGAR: City Square next to People's Park.


KASHGAR: Street vendor cooking kabobs.


KASHGAR: Chess players. These guys are playing by the rules I know. Obviously, rules vary from one place to another in China.


KASHGAR: Cute babies with a cluster of grandmothers. The young woman to the right is the mother of kid nearest her.


KASHGAR: Cute babies with a cluster of grandmothers are sitting near the old city wall.


KASHGAR: Two wheel taxis waiting for fares. These guys operate all over town, but especially in the old sections.


KASHGAR: All motorcycle seats are covered with saddle blankets like these.


KASHGAR: Another shot of People's Square looking toward statue of Mao Zedong.


KASHGAR: Preparation of a car to be used in a wedding procession. The car carrying the happy couple will drive around the center of town following a pickup carrying a drum and trumpet band.


KASHGAR: Another view of the "dog market" where owners and buyers haggle over price and qualities of their animals. Some of the animals seemed agitated, possibly due to the fact a cat market is located not far away.


KASHGAR: Sunday Bazaar "parking lot" where donkeys and their carts wait for the market to end many hours from now.


KASHGAR: Brooms, crockery, bicycles, oils all tempt buyers streaming by the displays.


KASHGAR: Some like it hot and at the Sunday Bazaar peppers can be found in abundance.


KASHGAR: Broom seller and several interested shoppers haggle over the merits and price of a particular broom.


KASHGAR: While snapping pictures of knife displays, the guy in the background took a special interest in my activities.


KASHGAR: Another proud grandmother in the background, delighted I might want a picture of her pride and joy. The kid seemed to enjoy the attention, too.


KASHGAR: A shop displaying brass crafts at the Sunday Bazaar.


KASHGAR: The Number 20 bus pushes its way into the Sunday Bazaar. A new one arrives every six minutes! To make any progress through the crowd, each is equipped with an ear piercing shrill horn that blasts with the authority of a cruise ship.


KASHGAR: Local shuttle service offers rides through the narrow, crowded isles of the Sunday Bazaar.


KASHGAR: Most of the narrow, crowded isles of the Sunday Bazaar are covered by colorful "bed spreads" creating a welcome shade for shoppers.


KASHGAR: People dump their products on the ground for display anywhere they can find some empty space at the Sunday Bazaar.


KASHGAR: Surrounded by a mob of shoppers this guy promotes the virtues of his fabrics as ladies scramble to the choicest cloths.


KASHGAR: As I rested in a shady nook out of the surging traffic, commercial activity continued at the fringes of the market.


KASHGAR: Sheep skin traders at work near the north entrance to the Sunday Bazaar. Many of the pelts, still wet were freshly removed from their original owners.


KASHGAR: Sheep skin traders near the north entrance to the Sunday Bazaar have washed and stacked pelts that were freshly removed from their prior owners.


Pantuo City: The Banchao Memorial Park at Pantuo City outside of Kashgar. One of Banchao's warriors. No one special. I just liked the sculpture.


Pantuo City: The Banchao Memorial Park at Pantuo City outside of Kashgar. That's Banchao.


Pantuo City: The Banchao Memorial Park at Pantuo City outside of Kashgar. Honor guards with the statue of the clever Han warrior Ban Chao who maintained order in the Western regions during the first century.


Pantuo City: The Banchao Memorial Park at Pantuo City outside of Kashgar.


Pantuo City: The Banchao Memorial Park at Pantuo City outside of Kashgar. Bas-relief mural around the statue of Banchao. 2


Pantuo City: The Banchao Memorial Park at Pantuo City outside of Kashgar. Bas-relief mural around the statue of Banchao. 4


Pantuo City: The Banchao Memorial Park at Pantuo City outside of Kashgar. Bas-relief mural around the statue of Banchao. 6


Pantuo City: The Banchao Memorial Park at Pantuo City outside of Kashgar. Bas-relief mural around the statue of Banchao. 8


Pantuo City: The Banchao Memorial Park at Pantuo City outside of Kashgar. Bas-relief mural around the statue of Banchao. 10


Pantuo City: The Banchao Memorial Park at Pantuo City outside of Kashgar. Bas-relief mural around the statue of Banchao. 12

 

22 April 2004  

Hello from Kashgar China, 

I finally made it all the way down the railroad line to the farthest southwest corner of the Xinjiang Autonomous Region of China. Leaving Aksu city by train I arrived early afternoon in Kashgar.  Leaving Urumqi on 14 April I made short stops in Turpan, Korla, Kuqa, and Aksuma before arriving in Kashgar on 22 April. I'd say I have finally reached the "real China," but there are hardly any Chinese here! Everywhere I look I see Uyghur in their characteristic caps called Dopas.  A friend pointed out it would be helpful to include an on-line map for some of the obscure places I'm exploring. So, I found this map of the area around Kashgar. It is particularly good for examining the western borders of China and the rest of Central Asia. 

On the train I met Xie Ting Yu, a 24-year-old student in her fourth year of medical school in Urumqi studying Ophthalmology. The eldest of three sisters, she is fulfilling her father's thwarted ambitions. His hope to become a doctor was interrupted by the Cultural Revolution. She will delay marriage until she is thirty and finishes school. She got off the train in a tiny desert community about two hours before the train arrived in Kashgar.  She noted water is more precious there than electricity. 

Several #28 city buses sat waiting at the station for passengers, whisking us into the center of the city in a half hour. I started my usual hotel-shopping hike immediately. Initial impressions suggested there were few hotels anywhere in the city. Eventually, I settled on the 198-Yuan ($24) Wen Zhou Mansion a half block from the city center. Later I discovered the area is crowded with good hotels tucked into alleyways and in the upper stories of tall buildings. 

I'd say I have finally reached the "real China," but there are hardly any Chinese here! However, despite the heavy concentration of minority people, this is still China and has been for thousands of years! Now that I have learned a little spoken Han Chinese and can recognize a few important Chinese characters, everyone is speaking Uyghur and writing things with an Arabic script! Everywhere I look I see Uyghur men in their characteristic caps called Dopas and women with their heads completely covered by heavy brown knitted "baby blankets" called Yarlucks. Some of the uncovered women wear surgical masks, more a defense against the pervasive dust than a religious observance I suspect. 

In the old Uyghur sections of the city traditional customs continue to dominate the lives of the people. Tourists are tolerated for the most part. Some of the stores cater to the interests of tourists. However, I see very few Westerners anywhere other than in the vicinity of the banks and upscale hotels, especially the Seman Hotel area favored by the backpacking crowd.  

The ancient 1600-year-old wall is still standing in an area near the Qinibagh Hotel, the former British Consulate where I spent most of my stay. Preserved by the dry desert air, some sections are in amazingly good condition. However, wherever recent development has encroached on the wall, the wall has given way. Parts of it have been removed to allow roads to pass through. In other sections buildings incorporate the wall as part of the new structure. Teeth marks from earth moving equipment can be seen on the wall at several places.  

At one point I started to snap another picture of the wall through the bars of a gate. Off to the side a gentle voice and movement attracted my attention to a sign on an adjacent building: "Military Administration Zone." The soldier gestured "no photography allowed." I doubt the ancient defense barrier has any military significance these days and found the possibility humorous. 

Food is proving to be a problem. Finding something I recognize as edible often has been limited to ice cream bars, rice, noodles, kabobs (though the lamb usually ends up as tough ram) and beer. The Muslims don't drink, so I know there are infidel Chinese in these parts; the few western tourists can't be responsible for all the beer being consumed here. 

The Internet cafes here all are well lighted and offer modern equipment and recent versions of Windows. All I have checked out have kept the lights on and smoking is less frequent than in other cities. All charge a minuscule two RMB per hour, about twenty-five cents. The best one is off the lobby of the Seman Hotel, formerly the Russian Consulate.  

Sidewalks are designed for both pedestrians and two wheeled vehicles. Wheelchairs rarely use the ramps at corners; mostly they help motorcycles speed along. The central government has obviously created incentives for cities to all use the same red, yellow and white sidewalk tiles all over China. Everyplace I've stopped has had the same colors and tile designs.  

There are many beggars on the streets, some in tatters. None are obnoxious and receive with sincere gratitude the small donations (one or two cents) passersby give them. The giving and the receiving remind me of the ritual practiced by the monks in some Buddhist countries. The monks stand passively, receiving the gifts of food as a means of allowing the devoted to experience charity. 

There are no CNN or BBC channels here. CCTV does have a couple English language channels. The news is kept uncontroversial. For example, a report of the explosion in the DPRK a few days ago with a hundred and thirty dead focused on China's humanitarian relief efforts. Cause of the explosion finally got mentioned in passing today with little detail: strange for a disaster of such magnitude. On the other hand, cultural and historical programs have been wonderful. The Chinese equivalents of our old Westerns are educational and usually entertaining, though exclusively in Chinese. Many deal with epic historical events. 

I met an unregistered Christian evangelist who told me the government requires religious teachers to undergo a period of indoctrination before allowing them to become registered religious leaders. Registration gives groups certain benefits, but requires limitations on the teaching of rigid dogmas... like claims of scriptural infallibility, etc. The owner of the Seman Hotel cyber cafe, Abdulwahab is a Uyghur Muslim. In several conversations with him I learned the Islam practiced here in this part of China is rather moderate. Violent jihad is not advocated. Indeed the government prohibits it. His brother, Abdulrekib is an Imam working days in my hotel and finds no conflict between the Qur’an, as he understands it and the significant limits imposed by the government.  

A few of the Uyghur men appear to be zealots, extreme fundamentalist Muslims, but the majority is quite moderate in my observations. I hear no call to prayers by muezzins. In fact, only during the Friday noon activities did I see anything that looked like organized religious observance in this predominantly Muslim city.  

My first Sunday I took a #20 bus into the midst of the extraordinary Sunday Grand International Bazaar. I spent the morning pushing my way through endless crowded isles of exotic products and even more exotic shoppers, snapping pictures as I went. The noise, the music, the smells, the donkey carts all managed to create a totally foreign experience. I loved it. Women in their finest metallic embroidered or sequin covered dresses and scarves dashed around shopping like women everywhere. Donkey cart taxis worked their way through crowded isles, the often young boy drivers shouting "Bosht, bosht" at shoppers to get out of the way. Every imaginable product graced the display tables and ground covers.  Things I saw being offered for sale included fabrics, elaborately crafted knives, farm produce, meats, dogs and cats (for pets!), goats, cattle and sheep (for food), tea cooled over large chunks of ice, meat kabobs, fresh peeled fruit and more. One liter bottles of beer cost the same as liter bottles of mineral water which costs the same as a can of Coke: three Yuan or thirty-seven cents. Actually, the beer has a surprisingly good fruit-like flavor. It reminds me of the fragrance of flowers. 

A half block east of city center is a large statue of Mao Zedong standing across the street from People's Square. Everything seems to be in easy reach of walking or the excellent city bus system. Bus rides are one Yuan (twelve cents). Taxi rides to anywhere in the city are a flat five-Yuan. There are "super" markets, but they give new meaning to the word "super!" Almost no western goods are on display. There are no McDonald restaurants, no KFC's. One Chinese franchise, Best Food Burgers tries to mimic the McDonald's operations, but fails in quality and efficiency. 

People scream into their cell phones. Sometimes I wonder if they are not trying to attract attention to the fact they can afford one of these status symbols. Peasants in their old style clothes on the street carry expressions of bewilderment, wonder. It is striking what an education and exposure to modern influences can do for people. I have seen many preschool kids crying on the street in response to parent's refusal to meet their demands. 

The very helpful government travel agent in the China International Travel Service, CITS called the Urumqi Kyrgyzstan Airline office and confirmed Americans can get a Kyrgyzstan visa in Bishkek, if they fly into the country on Kyrgyzstan Airline; no advance planning required. There is only one flight weekly out of Urumqi on Tuesday. That sounds perfect to me as all the other nearby countries require visa applications to be processed in Beijing. While this can be handled by mail, there are extra costs and the process takes at least ten days. 

With four daily flights back to Urumqi I learned of the big difference in fares for tickets bought today (1230 Yuan or $154) and those bought five days in advance (490 Yuan or $61). Naturally I bought the cheap ticket, which can be changed, if necessary by paying an $18 penalty... still half price. Today I made a trial run to the airport and discovered the 10:50 flight I've booked for Sunday has been delayed 12 hours for today's flight... something everyone says is common. 

My last day before flying back up to Urumqi I switched hotels to be closer to airport transportation. The day I checked into the 150 Yuan per night Heng Yuan Hotel all power had been cut to permit workmen to complete construction of the new building. I assumed the power outage and unavailability of an elevator would be for a short time only and obligingly climbed the five flights of stairs to my room. By the time it had turned dark the power still had not been restored. Undaunted, I descended the darkened stairs to the candle lit restaurant on the second floor for dinner and discovered no one spoke much English. I pointed to the Chinese character for "chicken" in the description of an item on the menu, flapped my elbows and clucked. Soon, the entire kitchen staff, waiters and waitresses, hotel management, and reception desk staff had congregated to discuss my dining needs. As I could not answer any of their questions about what I might like with my chicken or how I might like it cooked, an animated debate ensued. Everyone clearly concerned I should have a memorable dining experience in their recently opened hotel dining room.  

Eventually, a dish of garlic mushroom chicken appeared, along with rice, carrots, a dish of fresh fruit and a glass of hot tea... plus a knife and fork. Aside from the fact the chicken had been chopped into bite size pieces by a sadistic chief who managed to embed bone splinters in every bite, I found it a gourmet delight. A half dozen staff hovered over and around my table watching my every move with anticipation. When the bill came I thought someone had made a mistake: twenty-one Yuan or about $2.60 including candles, tax and tip! (Taxes are never added and tipping is not expected... indeed, on one occasion I had a waiter rush after me with the few Yuan I had "forgotten.")  

I'll remain in China a while longer and then head into one or more of the central Asian countries. It now looks like my best option will be to fly back through Urumqi and then on into Bishkek where I can get a Kyrgyzstan visa at the airport on arrival. Other options are much more complicated. Yesterday the U.S. State Department issued a travel warning for Kyrgyzstan, so I move into high alert. 

Peace,
Fred L Bellomy

 


KASHGAR: Close-up of the whisk brooms handmade by the sellers.


KASHGAR: Notice the packed dirt on this main street through one of the old Uyghur areas.


KASHGAR: A carpet merchant displays some of his wares along a main shopping street in the old section.


KASHGAR: Looking down one of the residential streets in the old Uyghur section.


KASHGAR: Along one of the main shopping streets in the old Uyghur section. Note the packed dirt street which are constantly sprinkled with water and swept clean.


KASHGAR: One of the shops in the old Uyghur area offering goods of interest to tourists.


KASHGAR: Inside the mausoleum at the Apak Hoja Tomb monument.


KASHGAR: Around the grounds at the Apak Hoja Tomb monument.


KASHGAR: Looking down one of the residential streets near the Apak Hoja Tomb monument.


KASHGAR: The Giant Ferris Wheel is a landmark near the lake to the east of city center.


KASHGAR: SW corner of the main intersection at Renmin Road and Jiefang Road; the center of town.


KASHGAR: SE corner of the main intersection at Renmin Road and Jiefang Road; the center of town.


KASHGAR: Uyghur men take notice of my photographic activities on the market street near the main mosque.


KASHGAR: This fellow insisted on a closer look at my strange gadget. Of course, with all the foreign tourists they have seen many cameras, but this little thing is a marvel.


KASHGAR: Soon, a crowd gathered and continued to grow as I "explained" the operation of a digital camera and the Internet... all with only a few words of Chinese and no Uyghur! ... but lots of gestures!


KASHGAR: Several guys got overly interested in my activities.


KASHGAR: People kept crowding in for a closer look and I kept snapping pictures.


KASHGAR: The guy in the yellow shirt followed me around as I snapped pictures of people on the market street near the main mosque.


KASHGAR: Another group of the people who crowded around me on the market street near the main mosque: here three deep.


KASHGAR: The water seller.


KASHGAR: I see as many donkey powered delivery carts as motorized versions.


KASHGAR: Butcher at work in the old Uyghur section.


KASHGAR: Most of the shops along this street in the old Uyghur section are making "table legs" on small lathes.


KASHGAR: Along the entry road to the Kashgar Sunday Bazaar I came upon a row of carts full of tree cuttings. Here the resting drivers are seen by their carts waiting to deliver the load to a buyer.


KASHGAR: A view of the "dog market" where owners and buyers haggle over price and qualities of their animals.


KASHGAR: One entire section of the Sunday Bazaar is devoted to hardware. Individual craftsmen spread their wares in the area of established stores for easy shopper comparison.


KASHGAR: One entire section of the Sunday Bazaar is devoted to hardware. This large display includes a wide range of products.


KASHGAR: Nuts of all kinds displayed side by side at the Kashgar Sunday Bazaar, a scene which has not changed for centuries.


KASHGAR: While snapping pictures of knife displays, this guy took a special interest in my activities and insisted I shoot his display as well. I motioned him to move into the picture which he did reluctantly.


KASHGAR: Nuts, nuts, nuts at the Sunday Bazaar.


KASHGAR: Local taxi service offers rides through the narrow, crowded isles of the Sunday Bazaar. Many of the drivers are not more than twelve years old.


KASHGAR: Cobbler ready for work and awaiting a customer. He seemed amused by my interest in the hand powered leather sewing machines and motioned for me to take his picture with his machine.


KASHGAR: Close up of the hand powered leather sewing machines used by the street cobblers at the Sunday Bazaar.


KASHGAR: Who is that masked woman to the left selling toilet paper? Whatever you want you will find it at the Sunday Bazaar.


KASHGAR: Donkey cart driver rests through the hottest part of the day waiting for the market to end.


KASHGAR: Raw materials for brooms being delivered by donkey cart at the Sunday Bazaar.


KASHGAR: Most of the narrow, crowded isles of the Sunday Bazaar are covered by colorful "bed spreads" to shield people from the hot blazing sun.


Pantuo City: The Banchao Memorial Park at Pantuo City outside of Kashgar.


Pantuo City: Left row of warriors standing to honor the ancient hero, Banchao at the far end.


Pantuo City: The Banchao Memorial Park at Pantuo City outside of Kashgar. Right row of warriors standing to honor the ancient hero, Banchao at the far end.


Pantuo City: The Banchao Memorial Park at Pantuo City outside of Kashgar. Note that each warrior wears unique head gear.


Pantuo City: The Banchao Memorial Park at Pantuo City outside of Kashgar. Looking out toward the entrance.


Pantuo City: The Banchao Memorial Park at Pantuo City outside of Kashgar. Bas-relief mural around the statue of Banchao. 1


Pantuo City: The Banchao Memorial Park at Pantuo City outside of Kashgar. Bas-relief mural around the statue of Banchao. 3


Pantuo City: The Banchao Memorial Park at Pantuo City outside of Kashgar. Bas-reliefs mural around the statue of Banchao. 5

 

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KASHGAR: Large statue of Mao Zedong near the People's Square.


KASHGAR: This little kid couldn't keep his eyes off me on the train from Aksu to Kashgar. His father seemed to want him to get a full dose of foreigner exposure.


KASHGAR: Meet Xie Ting Yu, a fourth year medical student in Urumqi on her way home to a small desert community several hundred kilometers from Kashgar. The eldest of three sisters, her father wants her to fulfill his childhood dreams of becoming a doctor... thwarted by the Cultural Revolution. She is planning to specialize in Ophthalmology. In her small village water is more precious than electricity. We talked for a couple hours as she practiced her already good English.


KASHGAR: I watched a large evening gathering of men as they discussed weighty world matters in animated groups near the main mosque. As I watched, some of them watched me.


KASHGAR: Customers inspect the whisk brooms these craftsmen have brought to town to sell.


KASHGAR: The whisk-broom sellers arranging their wares.


KASHGAR: A box of crystallized sugar being offered for sale in the Grand International Bazaar. It must be sweet; just look at all the flies helping themselves.


KASHGAR: One evening outside my first hotel, the watermelon seller (second from right) spotted me and motioned for me to come over and sit a spell. His buddies all gathered round and we had an interesting "conversation" about our ages. At 45 he is the youngest of our group. At 70 I have outlived the others by at least ten years! The incredulous guy on the end demanded proof and I showed them my passport. The eldest is held in the highest regard in the Uyghur communities. At my age I'm practically a saint!


KASHGAR: Exterior of the newer Qinibagh Hotel building where I lived for most of my stay. It is a three star hotel and I paid 300 Yuan per night, about $37.


KASHGAR: Exterior of the newer Qinibagh Hotel building where I lived for most of my stay. It is a three star hotel and I paid 300 Yuan per night, about $37. The former British Embassy now is part of the hotel complex.



KASHGAR: The ancient wall seems to have become an impediment to modern construction. Buildings butt up against it. Where the wall interferes with a building it is chopped away.


KASHGAR: The ancient wall seems to have become an impediment to modern construction. Buildings butt up against it. Where the wall interferes with a building it is chopped away.


KASHGAR: The ancient wall seems to have become an obstacle to progress. So, the old must make way for the new. What a shame.


KASHGAR: Looking north along Jiefang Road toward the junction with Seman Road.


KASHGAR: The interesting building with the spiral staircase is located at the junction of Jiefang Road and Seman Road.


KASHGAR: One of the neighborhood mosques in the old Uyghur section.


KASHGAR: Looking down one of the residential streets in the old Uyghur section.


KASHGAR: One of the neighborhood mosques scattered throughout the old Uyghur section of town.


KASHGAR: Looking down one of the residential streets in the old Uyghur section.


KASHGAR: Looking down one of the residential streets near the Apak Hoja Tomb monument.


KASHGAR: One of the four towers at the Apak Hoja Tomb monument.


KASHGAR: Around the quiet grounds at the Apak Hoja Tomb monument.


KASHGAR: NE corner of the main intersection at Renmin Road and Jiefang Road; The People's Hotel in the center of town.


KASHGAR: This old guy figured out my camera and indicated I should take his picture.


KASHGAR: Throngs of people (mostly men) crowd the market street near the main mosque.


KASHGAR: Hats of all the minorities living in Kashgar. The craftsmanship impressed me.


KASHGAR: Mother, daughter and friend. As I approached they were engaged in a tight embrace and giggled as I approached. I smiled and produced my camera. They smiled, posed and I snapped.


KASHGAR: Mother and daughter now posed for a proper photo. From their behavior I assume they were celebrating something wonderful which had just happened to the daughter.


KASHGAR: One of the neighborhood mosques in the old Uyghur sections of town.


KASHGAR: Two important Chinese characters I have had to learn: these mean "Wang Ba" or net bar and designate the location of a cybercafé, usually in an out of the way dingy upstairs room. Some have upwards of a hundred terminals. Very few people use them to access the Internet. Most are playing games!


KASHGAR: The other of the pair of lions guarding the entrance to the Qinibagh Hotel where I stayed most of the time.


KASHGAR: City Square next to People's Park.


KASHGAR: Street vendor preparing meat for kabobs.


KASHGAR: Chess players. Unlike the players I watched in Urumqi, these guys are playing by the rules I know.


KASHGAR: One of the narrow passageways leading to someone's home in the old Uyghur section near the city wall ruins.


KASHGAR: Cute babies with a cluster of grandmothers. As I admired the kids the grandmothers motioned for me to take their pictures.


KASHGAR: Man making a batch of mud and straw to patch a leaky roof.


KASHGAR: People's Square looking toward statue of Mao Zedong.


KASHGAR: People's Square looking at the edge that borders on People's Park.


KASHGAR: People's Square looking toward statue of Mao Zedong as seen from my room in the XXX Hotel where I spent my last night in Kashgar.


KASHGAR: Staff getting a morning briefing at the XXX hotel where I spent my last night in Kashgar.


KASHGAR: Along the entry road to the Kashgar Sunday Bazaar I came upon a row of carts full of tree cuttings.


KASHGAR: Entry into the Sunday Bazaar "parking lot". Donkeys and their carts await the return trip home many hours from now.


KASHGAR: A vendor arranges his produce for sale at the bazaar.


KASHGAR: Sellers open shop in every empty space, including the main roadway!


KASHGAR: As I snapped pictures of hardware for sale an old guy gestured at his grandchildren and insisted I also take their picture. The kids were not all that happy about being made the subject of a foreigner's attention.


KASHGAR: Sheep and goat carcasses hang in the same area where brooms and hardware are being displayed.


KASHGAR: Beautiful and skillful craftsmanship is evident in the production of the knives in this display.


KASHGAR: This slowly walking photogenic old guy almost got past me before my also slow digital camera cycled ready for a picture.


KASHGAR: Much of the bazaar is open everyday. Only on Sunday do country people and others come for the "swap meet" with their offerings.


KASHGAR: Another view of the swap meet section of the Sunday Bazaar. Like their counterparts in the U.S. each seller pays a small fee for the day, about twelve cents per space.


KASHGAR: Another display of dopas being offered at the Sunday Bazaar.


KASHGAR: The hat seller at the Sunday Bazaar.


KASHGAR: Some of the hats called Dopas being offered at the Sunday Bazaar.


KASHGAR: Thousands of bolts of fabric are offered by countless vendors. The scene is like a New Year's sale with ladies fighting over choice selections.


KASHGAR: This guy promotes the virtues of his fabrics as ladies scramble to the choicest cloths.


KASHGAR: As I rested in a shady nook out of the surging traffic, commercial activity continued at the fringes of the market.


KASHGAR: Sheep skin traders at work near the north entrance to the Sunday Bazaar. Many of the pelts were freshly removed from their owners.


KASHGAR: Another group of sheep skin traders rest near the north entrance to the Sunday Bazaar. These guys seemed to deal in finished products.


Pantuo City: Statue of Banchao, ruler of Western Han during the 1st century A.D. The Banchao Memorial Park is in Pantuo City outside of Kashgar.


Pantuo City: Right row of warriors standing to honor the ancient hero, Banchao at the far end.


Pantuo City: The Banchao Memorial Park at Pantuo City outside of Kashgar.


Pantuo City: The Banchao Memorial Park at Pantuo City outside of Kashgar.


Pantuo City: The Banchao Memorial Park at Pantuo City outside of Kashgar.


Pantuo City: The Banchao Memorial Park at Pantuo City outside of Kashgar.


Pantuo City: The Banchao Memorial Park at Pantuo City outside of Kashgar. Bas-relief mural around the statue of Banchao. 7


Pantuo City: The Banchao Memorial Park at Pantuo City outside of Kashgar. Bas-relief mural around the statue of Banchao. 9


Pantuo City: The Banchao Memorial Park at Pantuo City outside of Kashgar. Bas-relief mural around the statue of Banchao. 11


Pantuo City: The Banchao Memorial Park at Pantuo City outside of Kashgar.

 

Reference photo: author
 August 2002
 

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