Kashgar - Epilogue

Here marks the conclusion of the Xinjiang journey. In the process of travel itself I always itch to write, and for weeks after I return home, I re-live the adventurous events over and over in my mind. When I look at the pictures I’m taken straight back, as we all are, transported to another place and another time. Such is the interaction between human mind and the process of documentation.

I was looking back over the list of things I wanted to write about from the trip, and having covered all the important bits, I took one last look over my massive file of photos from the trip and saw some favourites that for one reason or another, I hadn’t yet posted. I apologise if you have, in fact, seen any of these in previous posts, but so far as I can see they are mostly, if not all, new to your eyes. As usual, just click on the smaller ones to see the bigger version. You know, if you want. Or not. Whatever.

In terms of something to say to mark the end of my writing about Xinjiang, I have nothing more that really needs to be said. It was, all of it, bloody fantastic.

 

 

Oh, and thanks for reading about it all! Or thanks for looking at the pictures of it all!

Gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling to know that people apart form my mum and Hanna actually read this.