where did my hair dresser go?

The visa application had been accepted.

All we could do was wait.

So we wandered around town, much like these guys:

Went to Erdaoqiao 二道桥, the Grand Bazaar that I had visited two years ago and seen from afar four years ago:

And this time, we decided to climb the tower and get an overview of the city:

Here’s a video:

There was a ladder that led to a higher level of the tower.

Someone had sawed off the lower steps, and there were footprints all over the wall:

We decided to pass.

Then we checked out the bazaar:

The back streets seemed more interesting though:

My hair and my beard were starting to annoy me.
So we took a cab to the north of the city and looked for my favorite hair salon.

But it wasn’t there anymore:

We wandered around for a while, then gave up and we went to a different hair dresser:

We had a date with my good friend Uncle Shen in that area.

He took us to a nice Uyghur restaurant:

Not only did it have luxurious decor:

But it also served very tasty lamb sticks:

Then we walked through the night, looking for a place to drink:

Walked past a restaurant that served “big plate of dog meat 大盘狗肉”:

And found a place that seemed more likable:

Good times.