Across the desert into Xinjiang
The night bus is about to start its 12 hour long desert crossing. This passage will mark my entrance into Xinjian from
When the temperature cools down to an acceptable level, I am at ease to review the scenes prior to departure at the bus station. That ratty driver who bossed passengers around and refused to let me have access to the boot again; the two little dogs that attracted my attention because the white poodle’s hair was dyed pink on the head and on the tail. I saw them both enter this oven-like prison carried in a box by their girl master.
My fellow passengers got on the bus carrying flimsy plastic bags full of junk food. It is usual for the Chinese to store up on these items before a journey of some import. It is sausages wrapped in red plastic, that once munched into give out a hideous odour of pork. In reality, they must contain a bigger proportion of preservatives if they are to face a months-long shelf life without refrigeration. Another staple are chicken paws (complete with nails and yellow scaly skin), vacuum packed, a delicacy I have often been invited to taste. Then there is dofu that feels like plastic under your teeth, black chocolate biscuits with colouring poured in with a particularly heavy hand. The cakes are sold in puffed-up packages full of chemical air, when it is not altogether a shot of antioxidants in grains. The poor quality of
And who knows if they do not use these inferior ingredients in the restaurants too, where I thought I was eating fresh food? Tonight I have not had dinner, but I refuse to eat anything like this. My water supply would not have seen me through to the end of the journey, but at a checkpoint there is a policemen-run booth and I buy some from an officer in uniform. Private initiative has saved me.
This journey will the modern replica of the caravan crossing of the desert in the old days. Accustomed as they were, even the merchants who plied this route on a routinely basis did not embark on an epic journey without apprehension. The Mogao caves was the place where protection was invoked before the start, or thanks given for those arriving from the opposite direction.
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