Today was our last day in this beautiful part of the world.
We got on a plane:
And flew over the desert and the mountains. Parts of the land looked like the ones I had walked through before:
Then we reached Ürümqi.
We came in low over the city:
And we crossed the exact same road that I had walked down two years ago:
It had been a good summer that year.
And this year?
Maybe even better.