Bad health or not, it felt good to be out on the road again.
The earth was beaming with sunlight:
And I had my moon cake:
I was about to take a shortcut at some point, but these friendly Uighur folks came running across the street to warn me that I was going in the wrong direction:
Thank you, Mehmet!
Besides that, it was mostly just quiet walking.
I was passed by what seemed like at least a dozen trucks full of armed police 武警 once:
They can be described as a branch of the military that is responsible for homeland security:
We all feel pretty safe now, don’t we?
I stopped to buy a nice seedless watermelon somewhere:
Then I carried it to a little guesthouse in the next settlement.
I got a room, spread my bamboo mat on the bed, put the watermelon on a plastic bag and sat down:
Then I fell asleep.