Time for some photos, I think. Here’s a whirlwind look through my route so far – from Lanzhou to Khotan. Enjoy!
Don’t Look Down! Maijishan, Gansu
My first (and very welcome) sight of Mt Kongtong, a holy taoist mountain in Gansu – lots of steps…
Dust storm at dusk, Zagunluk Tombs, Cherchen
Carpet making/Gossip-while-you-weave, Khotan
A dusty heavenly king, Qutan Monastery
Checking for flaws, Khotan Carpet Factory
Spinning prayer wheels on the evening kora, Labrang Monastery, Xiahe, Gansu
Snow on the lakeshore at dusk, Lake Qinghai – definitely what I would call ‘brisk weather’
A private prayer spot, Labrang Monastery, Xiahe, Gansu
Caterpilar Fungus, anyone? Hezuo, Gansu
Taoists in the Mist, Mt Kongtong, Gansu
Metalworks, Kumbum Monastery
A Dharmapala Chapel, Qutan Monastery (the images are meant to scare you into being nice)
Glamourous nomads, Gartse
An elderly gentlemen takes a turn around Rongwo Monastery, Tongren
A rather stinky Cormorant Rock, Qinghai Lake
Bazaar, Khotan, Xinjiang
On the road to Sangke Grasslands (quite possibly, the only grasslands in the world where you can ride a horse and then do karaoke), Gansu
A ginormous thangka, Tongren
Cloudgazing, Qutan Monastery
Maybe time for a few more photos before the rain… Qinghai Lake
What’s left of Melikewat Ancient City, with the Kunlun Mountains as a backdrop
Yellow River (of Rubbish), Lanzhou. This was taken from a pier where you can sit and drink beer (when it’s not raining) – the poor inhabitants of Lanzhou must be really stuck for drinking spots…
A laughing policeman, Maijishan, Gansu
Run rabbit, run! Bird Island
Storm clouds gathering near Bird Island, Qinghai Lake
Bazaar 2, Khotan, Xinjiang
Ghetto Blaster in situ, Ma Bufang’s old house, Xining
Kunlun jade for sale in Golmud – with the dirt still on it…
And the storm breaks… Qinghai Lake
Making silk in Khotan. Somehow, this lady made untangling this little lot took easy…
Wutun Thangka Painting Monastery, Tongren
Brown-headed Gulls, looking for their next meal, Qinghai Lake
Monks washing their trumpets in the Danxia River. They’d both been playing since their early teens and had calluses on their lips (!) from their practise
great photos…. enjoying your blog – Bill
Thanks, Bill! Did you and Ruth ever make it out to the far west? It’s totally worth a visit, if you can stand ultra-long car/bus journeys and dust 🙂
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