We got to walk around a quaint Uyghur Village. The Uyghur people were warm, sweet, and very grateful for whatever we would purchase from them. We bought raisins and more raisins. After purchasing from one woman, she showed us in her house, surprising her grandsons who were watching TV. They have very large carpet-covered "beds" or platforms on which they sleep and/or eat. The woman grabbed some long, spiraled french-fry-type food that she then shared with us and insisted that we share with our group. It was an amazing experience.
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| Looking down on the Uyghur village, with vineyards and chicken coops galore. It is at the foot of the Famous Flaming Mountain |
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| The village mosque |
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| Everywhere we went, the villagers stockpiled things on top of their flat roofs. Sometimes it was firewood and sticks, or it was discarded appliances, and old bed frames. |
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| Every village has at least one "police station in a box" and this one also happened to have a nice statue out front. |
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| Don't look at me, look at the mountains behind. Very devoid of vegetation or many other features. |
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| This is the woman who invited us into her house. |
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| Sweet woman looking at me . . . looks familiar. |
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| This man was sitting there, contemplating what he was seeing on his smartphone . . middle of nowhere. |
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| Two sweet women. One of them grows raisins, the other doesn't. |
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| Inside the family kitchen. |
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| A bedroom. |
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| We still not sure what it was she shared with us. Some kind of french-fry food. |
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| Her grandson was a moving target |
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| Laraine takes a rare break from looking around to be photographed |
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| Dried Cantaloupe. It is pretty good, but can also be sicky sweet or extremely bitter. |
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| When we first read this plaque on the building, we thought they were honoring Albert von Le Coq. It turns out, they are calling him out for stealing cultural relics, bringing great damage to their community. |
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| Someone needs to contact Albert von Le Coq's family and see if they can return the relics he stole from this village. This is the home he stayed in while he stole pottery, woodware, Confucion artifacts, etc. |
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| Notice the prevalence of wagon wheels? We thought we were in southern Utah. |
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| Another sweet woman--vendor of dried fruit. |
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| Some narrow streets in the village |
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| In an old cemetary |
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| Part of the cemetery in the village |
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