Ürümqi

Hermann

Ideal 1982: Sind wir down, wegen Frauen, werfen wir fünf Antifrust, wenn Frauen uns den Tag versauen, ham' wir auch keine Lust

October 26, 2008 at 2:58 am

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Freddy

Does this feeling come up all of a sudden or is it because of the thing that happened a few days ago?
Personally, I think what you've done is already a great achievement. We all need to face loneliness. But can you feel the joy in what you're doing?
Btw, have you heard of Christopher McCandless? He was a great man. But what you're doing is greater than his.

October 26, 2008 at 3:52 am

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Sandra

Christoph, ich geniesse schon länger still Deine Einträge aber heute möchte ich Dir mal mitteilen, dass ich da bin und an Dich denke.

October 26, 2008 at 4:52 am

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Florian (Flo Li Anh,

Super Bilder, habe mir übrigens kürzlich online dein Interview im WDR … angehört. Da gibt es ja einiges:

http://www.wdr.de/radio/wdr2/zweiamsonntag/491124…

und hier:

http://www.stern.de/reise/fernreisen/:Rucksacktou…

Manchmal brauchen Eindrücke keine großen Kommentare. Die Bilder sind mal wieder so ausdrucksstark, wie sie kaum ein anderen hinbekäme!

Glück Auf! auf allen Wegen…

October 26, 2008 at 7:24 am

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Susan Price-Jang

My husband (the Chinese-America – both of us Californians) and I got no further than Urumuqi in summer of 1982 because foreigners could not go beyond that. I just remember Lanzhou and Urumuqi has just being dusty, dirty old towns that felt like time had stopped. People still called each other “tongjer” (comrade – gee, I can’t remember how to write it in pingying anymore). The Communist-Party-is-great-type slogans were all over China. I don’t recognized anything in your pictures of Urumuqi.

We didn’t walk like you did. Just took hard berth on the trains. Dunhuang, and Turfan were fabulous. At that time there were few Han – most everyone was Uyghur. The gov’t sent lots of Han people to populate XIngjiang a few years later as we learned from a friend from California who went there to teach English in the early 1990s. The Uyghur were not big fans of the Han. Many were cool to my husband until they learned he was an American. Some Uyghurs proudly explained to us that they were related to the people of Turkey.

Turfan had only started seeing foreign tourists a couple of years earlier, so accommodations and transportation were rather rugged – could I say culturally authentic? Water came out of a spigot from the ground. No flush toilets. Sleeping arrangements were communal in a strange almost quonset hut-shaped structure, but made of brick covered with whitewashed plaster. Kept the heat out though… one evening some Uyghur musicians joined us (about 5 or 6 foreigners) for impromptu jam and dancing Uyghur style. So much fun! And the nan was the first real good bread that we had had in China. And there were fabulous grapes. Turfan was truly an oasis in the desert.

The Karis (not sure how to spell) that supplied the water that came from the Tien Shan mountains through underground caverns were built hundreds of years ago. It kind of reminded us of the Hetch-Hetchy aqueduct that brings water from melting snow in the Sierra Nevada mountains across California to San Francisco area, except that our system was built in 1923 thru 1934….I am sure that Turfan has changed a lot since we were there….

September 12, 2013 at 9:57 am

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