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Gansu and Xinjiang provinces  -  Days 33 to 40

I spent a day exploring Jia Yu Guan while waiting for Hui Hui to come and join on the trip for 4 days. We then drove to Dunhuang for the week end and spent 2 days with my friend Julien and Anne his girl-friend, visiting a few of the hundreds famous sino-buddhists Mogao caves.  They all flew back to Shanghai on Sunday while I got on a bus towards Hami, the first eastern city of Xinjiang province. From Hami towards Turpan I have been riding through terribly windy areas called "fong kou" (litteraly "wind cross") before to reach Shan Shan on Tuesday and Turpan on Wednesday. All together I bridged Gansu and Xinjiang province by car and bus for a total of 600 kms during 4 days that allows me to be on time with my schedule. I have to be in Kashgar on May 25th, the far western city of China, 1200 kms away, south west from Turpan.

 

Jia Yu Guan street....many are kind of "old communist fashion"...

 

A round about in Jia Yu Guan.

 

 

A bicycle work-shop... unfortunately I had nothing to fix on my bike. This man's hate shows "Ronaldino" on it, I would have gave him a cubano cigar and tell this shot was made in La Havana, many would believe me!

 

Hui Hui at the the fort of Jia Yu Guan, the very western point of the chines empire during the Ming dynasty.

 

Hui Hui again

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The main buildings of the Jia Yu Guan pass's fortress, the gate through the western end of the chinese great wall.

 

Happy to be together again...

 

 

La Miss Hui Hui encore et toujours....

 

I did that shot in a super-market of Jia Yu Guan, nowadays anywhere in China one can find pretty much anything he needs. Here is a wild choice of chines "bai jiu", the famous rice alchool. The golden cans is the other famous beverage, "red bull", I drink 2 of them every morning before the ride...it is kind of a booster.

 

This is my chewing-gum master, after 34 years unable to make bubbles, Hui Hui took the necessary time to teach me how to become successful.

 

On our way to Dun Huang, we drive through endless wind turbines fields.

 

Miss Hui Hui in the sand dunes of Dun Huang.

 

 

On Sunday I took a bus to Hami the first city of Xinjiang that I could reach. The road is actually a trail for about 250 kms. It is impossible to cycle here, sometimes the dust would be so thick that our driver would barely see beyond 10 meters ahead.

 

That's a fxxxxg long truck!

 

Some of the thousands cranes making their way to the chinese Far West.

 

The China fuel rocket!

 

On the next morning I left Hami and from my hotel cycled towards the G312. As you can see the sign boards are now in both chinese and arabic since Xinjang is inhabited by Han, Huis and Ouigurs peoples, the original ethnic group.

 

During a lunch break.

 

In the back stand the Karlik mountains range.

 

The Karlik range and an unexpected highway visitor...

 

We stared at eachother for 10 minutes...

 

Nigh fall at the toll gate station where I spent the night in a dormitory. This area is a wind-cross, it is therefor terribly windy and thus impossible to ride on a bicycle.

 

 

Tired but happy after 146 kms on that day.

 

The team of the toll gate station, some of them are Han, some Huis and others Ouigurs peoples.

 

Trucks with wind turbines, they each weigth 6 tones, too light for the current wind force, so they like me got stuck here at the toll gate for hours.

 

 

At the tolI gate I finally get on a pick-up van and made 60 kms through the wind cross area. As soon as possible to ride I got off and carried on for 110 kms until Shan Shan.

 

End less straight lines...

 

Approaching Shan Sha, yes we are in China....not yet in the Middle East.

 

By the road side, a typical local farm and its donkey.

 

The National Road G312 indicates 3875 kms from Shanghai....

 

A 31 years old taxi driver, in Shan Shan. This gentleman is of Ouigur ethny.

 

Shan Shan is right at the border with the sand dunes of the Gashun Gobi desert.

 

 

On the way to Turpan.

 

At the Turpan bazar.

 

At the Turpan bazar.

 

At the Turpan bazar.

 

A local carpenter.

 

An Ouigur gentleman.

 

A Huis gentleman, coming down from his roof to welcome me and have a short talk.

 

 

A complete family? I couldn't tell if they are Huis or Ouigurs.

 

Some chinese-arabic street wall paintings.

 

Again, some wall paintings, some kind of illustrated civil instructions. Take a note at the chines policeman, standing at the side and making sure all goes as per Beijing's policy.

 

In the old suburbs of Turpan, this is a typical Ouigur house, the gate opens on an inner court yards where peoples live, eat and sleep on large wooden plateforms covered with carpets.

 

A local mosk.

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