Ok, so I spent longer than expected writing that lost post
and missed the dormitory’s allotted hot water time to shower so I just had a
super cold freezing totally bracing insanely intense shower experience that
SERIOUSLY WOKE ME UP!!!
NOW I WANT MY DRESSING GOWN AND A PEANUT BUTTER SANDWICH.
BE RIGHT BACK.
Ok. I’m back. This time with tea and peanut butter and warm
socks and a dressing gown. I’m no fool, I ain’t gonna catch no cold. Everybody knows a peanut butter sandwich is the best way to avoid colds.
I digress, again.
I promise this post is going to be about the Sunday Bazaar
at Kashgar. To prove it, I shall begin with my favourite pictures from that
day.
We arrived in the early morning when the Kashgarians were still setting up and the light was still diagonally streaming through the high windows in an incredibly poetic fashion. |
The materials were truly incredible. |
Once outside the main market complex, the locals really came out in all their trade and trading glory. |
The first thing you realise about these markets, is that
there are in fact two different sections of markets with two very different
demographics. The first is the tourist/indoor section, and the second is the local/outdoor
section. For a market in China, normally this would mean that the indoor
section is shit and the outdoor section is really great, but actually this time
both areas were as good as each other. I bought some truly lovely gifts in the
indoor section, and met some interesting people too. I took great photos and had
a one kuai (less than twenty Aussie cents) icecream in the outside section
though, so I think it’s an even contest. But I am really proud of a lot of
these photos, and I want to show you most of what I took that day, so the blog
is split in two! (Three, if you include that first accidental rambling… lol.)
This section is the indoor/tourist bit, and the second is (duh) the
outside/local stuff.
To begin with - pomegranites! Everywhere! There were pomegranites and pomegranite juice! Everywhere! They have the most amazing colour. |
Just a normal early morning Sunday at the bazaar. So many hats for sale. Kashgar really is a hat-wearing place. All the minorities have their own individual kind of traditional hat. |
I'm just putting this one here as an example of strange tastes. A lime green chiffon bed cover. Kashgar, you can do better. |
This was the bathroom. I KNOW, RIGHT!?!? And they make you pay for it!!! Big lols. |
Just one of the many many many carpet shops. Most of them were prayer rugs and truly beautiful. Of course I bought one! It's on my floor right now. |
We still have no idea what this is supposed to be for or what animal's hoof that is. |
As you stroll from aisle to aisle in this crazy labyrinth,
you have to listen for the “BUSH BUSH!” call, which in Uyghur means “COMING
THROUGH!” or you’ll get runover by any manner of vehicle, be it scooter or
truck or donkey. There are always things hanging overhead that, as a tall
person, you have to look out for – but if you don’t watch where you walk there
are thousands of things you could trip on! Flexibility is a must, or you won’t
be able to weave your way through the squeezing crowds. There is a constant hum
of conversation you can’t understand (they don’t speak mandarin) and the smell
of every kind of spice imaginable fills the air. Cinnamon seemed to ingrain
itself in my memory, but I do remember a sneezing fit after walking past a
stall full of chillies. The specialties of this area are their knives,
materials, and woodwork. The only picture I have of the woodwork has my mum’s Christmas
present in it, so I can’t post it or I’ll ruin her surprise! Believe me, it’s
wonderful. All the stall holders are really friendly, and they couldn’t believe
we were from Australia. They also couldn’t believe that a young woman and man
were travelling together but not married.
Theirs is a very conservative culture, but I didn’t ever cover
my hair and rarely got any dirty glances. I was willing to go on this trip
alone, and I thought it might be a little dangerous as a single white female,
and I am definitely glad my friend and classmate Tom was happy to come with me.
There were a couple of situations where I know for sure I would have been
uncomfortable without another person, particularly male, there with me. I never
saw another female traveler by herself (I only saw two others in the whole
city) and I wouldn’t recommend it. Having said that, every single Kashgarian I
actually had a conversation with was really nice.
Just one close-up example of the incredible silks you can buy by the meter. I was so tempted! |
They had a super curtains section, too. I love this photo. |
whaaaaaaaaaaaaaatttttt????????????? |
This is the material I bought to make a scarf for my grandma's christmas present. Sorry to ruin the surprise, Tutu, but I just had to show everyone how beautiful it is!!! |
I suppose the final thing I want to say about this part of the market, is that it was really unexpected, in a lovely way. For a country with such barren landscapes, such modest dress codes and such down-to-earth people, they sure love their crazy colours! The curtains and bedspreads and jewellery and material was so totally over-the-top I felt like I could have been in a bollywood film. It was a lovely surprise to see such zany vibrance!
I think the next post is a little more like what you would expect. Well, it was a lot more like what I expected. Lol.
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