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A Silk Road Trip, or I Gobbe in the Gobi, China, 1992, by Philip Spiers

In August 1992, I and my wife, Caroline, arranged a trip to China after Tiananmen. This was in the days when China Travel Office in London was at Cambridge Circus, opposite the Palace Theater on Charing Cross Road. It took at least twenty of books, a late-night Japanese television series and several months to plan and organize the journey from what was then our base in Balham, south London. In those days, they could arrange the visit through China Travel and then, if the route was presented in advance, you could travel quite independent. Everything was pre-paid, but to leave, we had no tickets or confirmed reservations, in addition to our airline tickets in and out of Beijing. As always, I kept a diary of the trip, which lasted more than fifty pages. A few years later, I condensed the experience of the two sides of A4, ignoring the rules of grammar and syntax, and produced the next ride, perhaps a poetic impression of nearly a month of travel.

Ex-London, while the Sun dissected nose of Michael Jackson and Boardman commended hooterless cycling gold medal. Air China to Beijing, where taxis cost more than predicted by Lonely Planet. An itinerary of Chinese characters of one of Tim Han China workers traveling companions, while drooling on television agile African American sprinters at the Olympics. Then, the City no longer Forbidden. Lots of local tourists to negotiate.

Four hours of Xinjiang Airlines from Urumqi. Signs in Chinese and Russian, most written in Arabic characters Uighur (an innovation recent). Land lines across Inner Mongolia. Why and how in a row? Multiple Urumqi-peaked. Piles coal, scruffy high rise, snow Bogda Shen-end street. Pavement fortune tellers, merchants. Food stalls. Women sheep stomachs laundered in a stream, kebabs corns. Han Chinese Uighur people now populated by overflow of Shanghai, more than 2,000 miles of "home". The long march second.

Breakfast Uighur. Sheep's milk hot Chinese tea, flat bread with tomato, tomato and cucumber with sugar, pickled cabbage, thin rice soup, sheep's milk butter, two giant sugar cubes. Uighur market. Fruits amid a forest of hanging lamb. Chinese market. Live vegetables and meats. Tank eels shed excess energy (price per unit). Self-knots spaghetti.

Woman who lost his gold watch to an illegal "find the lady". The policeman looks. The tears when the loss hits home. Renmin Park and rocket fuel noodles chili sauce. Bag Slashers ring finger knives in a crowded bus. The necessary attention.

Car to Turfan. Fertile valleys. Arid mountains. Occasional snowfalls. Way plow. Kazak yurts. Semi-shade making sunken dirt-Uighur villages, invisible to the distance to save chimney smoke. Downhill steep gorge, spectacular river, rocks, white water and gray slate hills. In the Turfan depression, the snow away gray stone covered around 100 miles wide sky. 42 degrees at its base, 200 meters below sea level. Vehicle in front, leaving footprints on the path of molten. A strong Govt the waters driver. Gobi means stones. Much here. And then green. An oasis. A giant mirage?

Turfan. Vides fencing-shaded street. Pendants raisins. 15 fine yuan for informal gathering. Tea for hotels in galvanized buckets. The Turkish-style dance and music. Genghis fired crashed against the cities of earth Goachang and Jiaohe. Painted tombs and minarets of brick. Flaming Mountains. Karez underground irrigation system. 3000 kilometers of canals. 1500 years old, gravity-fed from the mountains on the edge of depression. Exploit largest Uighur culture and in full working order.

Bus Dahey. Two hours full of stones of potholes to depression on end. A city dump station. Piles of coal, box buildings, vacant lots. Two women at war against the station yard. Ramming head of the victim on the floor. Blood. Spectators. Inaction. A tension pole people resentful.

500 miles Liuyuan in Gansu. Flat features slate gray. Spectacular, unique. Mountains of snow in the north. Completely empty except for the cities of coal smoke. 40 above in the summer, 30 more down in winter. Overnight in train. Dawn reveals massive same scene, now in brown.

Arrival Liuyuan. Dahey similar resource. Walls 120 miles south through the desert (black at first!), passing the remains of the Han Dynasty, Great-Great Wall. The camels and dunes of Taklimakan Desert's largest sand world. Near Dunhuang oasis flowers again. The sand and boulders suddenly crops and trees. Feitian Hotel, labeled with toiletries Sham Poo Poo and foam. Lunch. Fourteen dishes. Pato Fu-yong, cucumber, cabbage chicken oyster mushrooms, cilantro, pork, steamed buns, steamed bread, rice, beef broth and noodles, pork and green beans, pork and red pepper, chicken and squash, noodles, water melon. Then, to get the torch essential to the caves. Houses crowded together. Wood stored for winter piled on top. View over the rooftops like a pile of junk. Gres low claustrophobia level maze.

Cave Day. Mogao Buddhist caves – Closed 12 to 2, the day of everything you need to perhaps the most impressive spectacle on earth. 400 'caves' (some of cathedral size) in a sandstone gorge between 400 AD to 1100 AD. Completely dry, always dark, perfectly preserved. All painted. Complex and colorful Tang period. A world of light scenes torches. Buddhas reclining, sitting, standing, posing. Seated figure of a hundred feet high with thousands of not smoking cigarettes and coins in her lap as offerings. Clash of Qing-renewed Taoist figures cave. Features macabre, twisted, and a face in the groin. 40 caves seen in the day, the archaeologist as a personal guide. Impressive. Fourteen dishes for dinner.

Desert bus back to Liuyuan. Always a struggle for seats. Three hours of dust. Train to Lanzhou. 800 miles along the border of Gansu, Qinghai highlands. More black desert, then the yellow earth. Fort Jaiyaguan on the edge of the Ming Empire. Overnight in train. Country changed. Mountain pass, green hills and fields of way. Wheat crop straw in trucks as children in the assembly. Houses still dirt. Lanzhou, a prosperous industrial city. Thirty hours of travel. Walk around the Yellow River.

Fish in the tank hotel restaurant all dead. Bus Lanzhou expensive. 50 fen per trip. Radios and genera point prohibited. Han Dynasty bronze flying horse and warriors. Steamed Carp with rape in the menu. The fish is first. Train to Xian loess country through yellow. Deep ridges and gorges. All flat land cropped. 500 miles during the night.

Terra Terracotta Warriors facing east to protect the tomb of Qin Shihuang. Done in pieces. Meeting in the place. Partially excavated section where piles of dismembered limbs emerge from the soil. Terracotta Warriors to the Terra selling new factory behind the museum. Exact replicas of the originals. Wheezing in the thinking of the whole affair as a farce for the tourist trade.

Xian, like all Chinese cities, a square. Straight roads, always intersect at right angles. Old walled center, Ming rebuilt. Exquisite ancient mosque. Xianyang nearby tombs of the seventh century with Qian, 3000 the museum with other Han terracotta as a football crowd. Train to Beijing. 800 miles, 26 hours. Houses often caves in across the valley. Later, a huge flat land, corn everywhere.

Temple of Heaven, Tiantan, then Beijing Opera. Beer Break in the next post. Served by moonlighting trainee stockbroker! Breakfast pickle incredible, as four years old, camembert from a shotgun. Take the head off. The Great Wall. Much touristic, but still impressive. Like climbing a giant ladder in places. "I climbed the Great Wall" T-shirts, low price the more you climb. Must be the air. Ming Tombs guide-book redundant. Wrong. Amazing barrel vaulted rooms of nine underground floors. Jade doors, carved thrones marble, marble wonder. Italy, reminiscent of the Renaissance. Everlasting bricks engraved with the names of their creators. Jade boat recall for 55,000 pounds.

Erotic statues white curtains on the Tibetan Lama Temple. Contents of the same beast in the paint on the wall. Buddha 24 meters of gold through fog of incense. Posters no smoking everywhere.

Maosoleum Mao's tomb of an emperor. Lines for the painted lines on the square. North of the feet pointing toward the Tiananmen Gate, the opposite of feng shui. He's brilliant, waxy face painted. Moving Lines parade on both sides. No pause. Outside posts Mao T-shirts, key rings Mao, plush toys, postcards, the magic lantern. Mao Zedong cotton candy of the stroke. Then, the Great Hall of the People. Dining for 5000. Now, fast food for tourists. Great Hall chopsticks, cigarettes, T-shirts. Great Hall of the People stuffed animals.

2500 miles. Three and a half weeks. 5 destinations. 50 caves. 6000 Warriors Terracotta. 1 in Great Wall, the Forbidden City, Beijing Opera, Mao Zedong. Hundreds of tombs, temples, pagodas, parks, buses and bike blessing. 3 shirts silk the Silk Road. An incredible journey.

About the Author

Philip Spires
Author of Mission, an African novel set in Kenya

http://www.philipspires.co.uk

Michael, a missionary priest, has just killed Munyasya. It was an accident, but Mulonzya, a politician, exploits the tragedy for his own ends. Boniface, a church worker, has just lost his child. He did not make it to the hospital in time, possibly because Michael went to the Mission to retrieve a letter from Janet, a teacher, and the priest’s neighbour. It is Munyasya who has the last laugh, however.