My Canadian roomate, Lincoln Hobbs. Early morning, halfway between Korla (Kuerle) and Kashgar (Kashi).
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I've been using the word "nothingness" quite a bit, but sometimes it's the only word I can think of. More Xinjiang nothingness.
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Circle English's Irish contingent...Philip and Nadja, after a short night's sleep in a hard-sleeper compartment.
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Double decker train that started in Urumqi, picked us up in Korla, and dropped us off in Kashgar.
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Uyghur children playing in the streets of Kasghar.
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Philip digs into an interesting bowl of chick peas, noodles, mutton fat, and spices. Actually pretty tasty.
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You wouldn't believe the number of dentists in Kashgar. Then again, a lot of people have entire rows of gold teeth. Bling bling!
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You can still figure out what goes on here even if you can't read.
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Kashgar street scene with Uyghur architecture.
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Kasghar has a fairly even number of cars and donkeys.
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Making food-steaming baskets the simple way...fire plus wood.
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Baaaaa. Baaa. Or as they say in Kasghar, Maaaa. Maa.
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Snowy street in Kasghar near the livestock market.
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To quote the Lonely Planet guidebook, "a depressing lineup of snow leopard pelts."
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Fresh mutton, the carcass still steaming in many cases. If you were lucky you'd see a pile of heads on the ground below.
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