I was pretty amazed to find a very well stocked supermarket (well, hypermarket really) in Korla. The two major omissions from the shelves: butter and cheese. I suppose I can do without. I took this photo because I recognized none of these meat products. Well, the one with the horse on the package was pretty clear.

I live in Korla's fabulous Railway District #42. This is the chicken that wanders around our front door.

Dinner on my second night in Korla, at a Uyghur restaurant. L to R: William, Carrie, Big David...the Circle English boss, Zoe. All from England.

Checking out a bit of the Korla nightlife. William on the left...Small David's father (visiting from the UK) on the right.

My bedroom in the apartment I share with Lincoln Hobbs, a Canadian.

The bathroom...not so nice, although we have added a toilet seat recently. My mother requested this one.

We literally live on the edge of town...looking south-east towards Xinjiang nothingness.

The view from our livingroom window...the Chinese seem to have towers like this sprinkled all over the place in western towns and cities. I suspect it's a man-made military highground. I've never seen anyone up there, however.

Looking south from the apartment towards an "old" section of Korla (read "slum"). I'm pretty sure the factory-looking building on the right is a crematorium.