I got back on the long red line going west today:
There was some pretty crappy weather out there – strong winds and rainfall – and the distance to the next town seemed somewhat overwhelming, but I had Uncle Shen with me, who was slowly riding his bike along…
…so at least it didn’t get too lonely.
I thought it was very weird that we passed so many little shops and food places from the Chinese northeast in that particular area:
I couldn’t make any sense of it.
We got on a stretch of brand-new highway that went parallel to G312 and had not been completely finished yet:
What a nice road to walk on – the asphalt perfectly smooth, and not a single car around:
The landscapes in the north were absolutely stunning…
…and while I was taking a picture of a pretty white horse I had to think of my little sister who loves horses:
I don’t know anything about horses. But maybe she would like this one?
I enjoyed thinking about that question for some time while we were silently moving along, when suddenly a bunch of motorbikes appeared from out of nowhere and stopped right in front of us:
Hey, I knew those dudes from the check-point just a few days ago (sabotage)!
These three young Uyghurs had been on the way to a motocross meet in Turpan when traffic police had pulled them off the road because their bikes apparently weren’t allowed in public traffic. Well if you ask me there’s a bunch of other stuff on these roads out here that shouldn’t be allowed ANYWHERE, but what do I know…
The three were very friendly and eloquent, and when I asked them if they had eventually made it to the competition that day, they smiled and said they had taken 4th place and barely missed 3rd.
You’ll take 1st place next year!!
The rest of the way was quiet and peaceful…
…the weather had cleared up as well…
…and we made it to a small settlement on the roadside before sundown:
The owners were a friendly family from the northwest. They gave us a small room, and then we took a seat in the dining hall and watched some Charlie Chaplin flicks with their kids.
There was lots of laughter – some massive & deep (Uncle Shen) and some high & giggling (the kids).
I liked being there.