Sleeping in Yurts is uh...not great. I was freezing when the night started, I woke up every time somebody else did, the planks under me were uneven by about two inches, the coal stove almost went out, and when I went outside to run to the washroom the air was frigid and there was a little snow falling. That night it sleeted. That morning a herd of goats surrounded the Yurt and brayed until we had no choice but to wake up.
All the mountains that had not been covered in snow the day before were now white.
Back on the China-Pakistan Friendship Road our bus found itself dodging last nights rock slides until we were finally forced to stop and wait for a bulldozer to push tons of rock into the river. Waiting for a rock slide to be cleared away while occasionally seeing rocks falling from the mountain we were waiting beside.
Standing on the right lane of the road was a camel, his tail up staring straight at the cars speeding toward it. It didn't move the closer we got, just stared us down hard. It's eyes said, "What you gonna do? I don't give a damn, man, I dare you! This is where I'm standing and you'll just have to deal with it."
Terror on the high mountain roads finally subsided to the terror of being in a bus in Kashgar City, where nobody follows traffic laws. We arrived at the Grand Bazaar. I really don't have much to say about the Grand Bazaar other than it is grand and is a bazaar. There were a lot of pushy people with a lot of the same stuff. I got a scarf and a hat and bargained the crap out of both...what I really needed was a belt though.
Same creepy hotel, different room
From the Grand Bazaar, after leaving one of our students behind and not noticing until he called, we went to a Handicrafts Shop where they wove rugs and cut Jade.
Dinner: Mutton Noodle Soup, Mutton Meat Tree, and a terribly sized table.
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