The city wall of Hotan wasn’t very old:
Only some parts of it were:
It was weird to think that maybe this statue was older than the main gate of the city wall:
(Note how tall the man on the right is compared to the other guy, lol.)
One of the local specialties of this place is roasted baozi 烤包子, but it is bigger here than in the places where I’d tried it before.
You don’t just eat it like a bun, but you crack it open first:
It was a messy ordeal.
We took a cab out to the ruins of Melikawat 玛利克瓦提, some 20km South of the city:
We weren’t really able to properly appreciate the ruins themselves:
But we liked the lizards:
And another thing about the ruins was interesting: they were right next to the Yurungkash 玉龙喀什河 (or White Jade River 白玉河), one of the most renown places of jade production in China.
And still, people were trying to find the precious stones.
And small scale:
I told our taxi driver that I wanted to go dig out some jade of my own, but he told me to forget it. I would have to be a pro. Or extremely patient. Or extremely lucky.
Then there was the Hetaowang 核桃王 – the “King of Walnuts”:
A very old and massive walnut tree.
We hung out in the grove for a while:
Then we went to into the desert:
The Taklamakan 塔克拉玛干 was right outside of the city:
So we walked around in it for a little while:
Those of you who have been with me all these years probably know how much I enjoy being in the desert.
And this one was particularly nice:
We had fun in the dunes:
And we filmed all of it – the sand, the wind and ourselves:
It was good.
Good to be here.
Good to have a friend with me.
Then we checked out the bazaar. It seemed a bit more interesting than that of Kashgar:
More of everything:
We went back to the night market while some of the other people were carrying home their goods:
And there, at the night market, we had one last epic meal.
Our last one in Xinjiang.