kashgar

I got to Dahongliutan in the late afternoon. I figured my best shot was a truck ride back down to the desert, since the bus from Ali would likely be full. I went back into the Uighur restaurant, and asked if I could have laghman.

"Sure..." No one was moving very quickly. It occured to me that perhaps it was Ramadan.

"Has Ramadan started?"

"Yes."

"Ah, well then, hold the laghman - I'll break the fast with you tonight."

I spent considerably more time in Kashgar than I had either anticipated or wanted to spend. A slew of cyclists were in town, many of whom had ridden from Europe to western China via Turkey, Iran, and Pakistan. Days went by, with nothing more on the agenda than to wander from food stall to food stall, wander around the old city, and toy with the idea of fixing my bicycle - only to put it off. Martin and I stayed first at the Overseas Chinese Hotel, welcomed back with big smiles by the floor attendant, whom I had grown fond of during our previous stay here, and was now jocular and entitled.

We left Golmud a day later than we had anticipated: my illness was harder to shake than I had expected. Martin kindly supplied me with antibiotics which eliminated the lung infection in 3 days' time, and made significant inroads against the sinus infection that I had also developed...