the feeling of home

Same old story: my visa was about to run out.
I needed an extension ,and I was going to go to Ürümqi to get one, so first I needed a ticket.
It took me a while, then I found a train that was going to leave the next day.

But first, we went to the post office to mail some of our things home:

The tent. The heavy boots. Stuff like that.

It was going to be our last night meal here. So at night, we went out to look for another market:

And we found a market:

But it didn’t have the things that we wanted.

So we wandered around a little more until we found this place:

There was this couple operating a food stand:

They had been doing this for many years, and not only were they good at it (the food was great), but they had something very familiar about them:

A feeling of home.