In summer 2012 I spent 3 weeks in Xinjiang Province, the
mysterious province in the north-west of China which is larger than the whole of
Western Europe. Having already travelled a lot in China, I could not have
prepared myself for the very different and very un-Chinese culture that I would
face in Xinjiang. Flying from Beijing to Urumqi takes roughly 4 hours and from
the moment you touch down and get off the plane the dry desert heat hits you,
but feels so much more bearable than the sticky humidity of Shanghai. I was met
by a good friend at the very impressive modern airport and driven by taxi to my
hotel, winding through dusty, noisy busy streets. A modern electric bus service
– the BRT – cuts through these streets, rapidly taking bus-loads of passengers
across the city, overtaking elderly men riding carts pulled by donkeys.
Xinjiang is a desert province, a vast area that has played
its role in Chinese myths and legends for millennia as the Middle Kingdom’s
great unknown. However it is a province full of life and culture, it is here
that the Far East becomes Central Asia. Han Chinese live side by side with Hui,
Uighurs, Mongols, Kazakhs among other fascinating peoples. Urumqi is a vast
sprawling city where you can find yourself walking through luxury shopping
arcades that rival those of Beijing and Shanghai (Urumqi’s Maison Mode shopping
centre features Prada, Burberry and a great restaurant floor), and then five
minutes later you can turn a corner and find yourself in a market that one
would never associate with China, with the delicious smell of lamb skewers and
traditional Islamic music floating in the air. The Grand Bazaar is a must-see
when in Urumqi. Minarets sing out the call to prayers, towering over streets
filled with Uighur musicians, market stalls selling special local products and
fantastic street food. The Korgan restaurant is superbly decorated and offers
traditional lamb and central Asian dishes, a far cry from rice and noodles.
One hour outside of Urumqi is one of China’s best kept secrets.
Tianchi (天池)
– Heavenly Lake – is an astonishing surprise in the middle of the desert. Take
the shuttle bus through a dry and arid landscape with goats running alongside
you, shepherded by the nomadic Kazakhs who live in nearby tents. Suddenly the
dry landscape gives way to a mountainous valley, lined with pine trees
overlooking crystal clear streams coursing towards the desert. Hairpin bends
curve sharply one after the other until you finally reach the lake. Ringed by snow-capped
mountains in the middle of the desert, the vivid blue lake stretches as far as
the eye can see. Legend has it that the Heavenly Empress would bathe here, and
without the usual flocks of tourists that normally descend on such beautiful
sites in China, she still might feel it peaceful enough to continue bathing
here.
I left Xinjiang for a fourteen hour train journey to Korla,
an oasis town in the Taklamakan Desert. Rumbling through the desert overnight,
I felt a sense of the danger and romantic mystery about the caravans and camels
that would have crossed these vast sand dunes centuries ago on the Silk Road,
all the way to Xi’an and further into China.
Korla is now an oil-rich city that has developed a lot in
the past 10 years. The beautiful luscious gardens alongside the Kongque River
should not belong in the middle of the desert; in fact it is rare to find such
a well-kept town in the whole of China. Korla’s main tourist attraction is
Tiemenguan, a centuries-old border gate where Silk Road travellers would have
been checked before being allowed entry. You can now take a boat trip on the
lake near the gate, which holds a surprise in store – a 1960’s Spy and
Intelligence Building left to waste since the end of the Cold War.
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