Dear all, unfortunately I couldn't use the old blog-website in China. Here is the new website which seems to work. I hope you will enjoy the following entries...

For all of those who are wondering where I am at the moment and where I will go next, here the tentative itinerary for my China trip:

Urumqi 乌鲁木齐

Yinchuan 银川

Tongxin 同心

Guyuan 固原

Kashgar 喀什

Shache/Yarkand 莎车

Hetian/Khotan 和田

Minfeng 民丰

Hetian/Khotan 和田

Kuche 库车

Korla 库尔勒

Dunhuang 敦煌

Jiuquan 酒泉

Wuwei 武威

Lanzhou 兰州

Beijing 北京

Qingzhou 青州

Luoyang 洛阳

Xi'an 西安

Beijing 北京

I am sharing my taxi to Shache with three other Uighur people. One of them is an older lady of about 60 years. She worked as a teacher so her Chinese is very good. She is very interested in me and asks me dozens of questions, about my life, my studies and my family. She tells me about Rabeya K. and she knows that the Uighur have some kind of organization in Munich. She thinks it is great that our chancellor is a woman and that so many different peoples live in Germany.
The Uighur lady has four children, three daughters and a son. Her son had died in a car crash in 2006 when he was heading home for Spring Festival. His wife and their two sons survived. The oldest son, now 13 years old, just looks like his father and their wish is to send him on a good university for a better life.
All in a sudden the lady tells me that she wants to be my Uighur mother, if I had any problems I should just call her. She invites me to her house to have dinner with her and her family. She especially would love me to become good friends with her oldest grandson. If he should ever make it to Germany, he could call me.

This was quite a weird conversation!

While I am sitting on a bench on this large square in the centre of Shache, I get to know yet another person. He is 14 years old, Uighur, and his name is Alisher. I am totally struck by his English which he learned from his mother who is an English teaching at Shache Middle School. He asks me if he can join me a little while – he would love to show me around in HIS Shache. I say okay and we start walking. He takes me to this beautiful park and he is obviously proud to walk beside me. The kids in his age come by, they stare at me and usually don’t say a word. Some of them ask Alisher where I come from and what we are doing. Alisher’s dream is to enter a good university, become an interpreter and get in touch with many different people. He takes me to the old city, explains me some things we are seeing on our way. At the same time he wants to know everything about the Western way of life. He plays the traditional Uighur guitar and he likes reading news on the internet. He feels very sorry about the tragedy which happened in Japan and he asks me about the recent developments in Libya.

”I bet you have never met such a friendly person in your life like me, wanting to show you around in his hometown, have you?” Well, indeed, I think it is the first time in my life to meet such an incredible young person…

Arrived in Shache (Yarkand):


Donkey carts ruling the streets


After a long day - finally some rest


Saturday afternoon walk

As I stand in front of one of the showcases of the Kashgar Museum, suddenly a guy a little younger than me comes closer. He greets me in a very good English, asks me where I come from and what I do in Kashgar. We start talking and somehow spent the rest of the day together. His name is Abudu, he is 24 years old and was born in Hetian (Khotan). He studied architecture at North-western University in Xi’an. After his graduation last year, he had received a job-offer in the Kashgar Museum – that’s how he got here. He tells me that he should actually be attending a workshop at this moment, but he was bored to death. When his colleague told him that a foreigner was visiting the museum, he decided to leave and spent the day more interesting. He is happy to have a permanent job, however, he feels bored and fears to be stuck with this situation for the rest of his life. He envies all foreigners who seem to be more independent according to his point of view. Actually he would love to spent some time abroad, improve his English and become a specialist on Uighur architecture. The reality seems different: he feels pressured by his family – they want him to get married as soon as possible, get a child, a house and a car – all in all, to settle down. I later learn that Abudu is dating a girl for about one month. He likes her and already thinks about getting married. He has just signed a contract for the purchase of an apartment which he is going to pay with a mortgage – it should take about 15 years until everything is paid off. Next month he will get a car – his dad is going to lend him the money. I was surprised about all of this information and happy to lead the life I live…

Some impressions from Kashgar:


Idkah Mosque - the largest mosque in China


What's for dinner tonight?


Chairman Mao residing over the city


Tulip season in Kashgar


Handmade pottery in the old town of Kashgar


Kungfu-kid fighting for a shot


Mysterious old town


Traders everywhere


Tomb of Yusupu Hasi Hajipu


Mao-style wedding


Kids eagering for a photo

One of my typical itineraries these days...

5:45 a.m.: Getting up

6:15 a.m.: Check-out

6:30 a.m.: Breakfast – we get spicy noodle soup with large chunks of mutton

7:00 a.m.: Leaving Guyuan for Yinchuan

11:00 a.m.: Arrival at Hedong airport, Yinchuan. My flight leaves at 15:45 p.m, that of the others at 13:30 p.m. It is too early to check-in my luggage, so I decide to put it into a locker as we still have to meet the director of the archaeological institute who insists to have lunch with us somewhere close to the airport.

11:30 a.m. – 12:30 p.m.: Lunch in a small restaurant at the bank of the Yellow River

12:50 p.m.: Back at the airport and saying good-bye to the others. Picking up my bag from the locker. Waiting until 13:45 p.m. until I can finally check-in.

15:45 – 18:30 p.m.: Flight to Urumqi. I am sitting next to some strange guy from a village in Gansu who flies for the first time in his life. Did I mention that this guy had an extremely bad breath and that he was almost sitting on my lap as he always wanted to look out of the window? Every once in a while he came so close that I could feel his breath in my ears – I almost passed out! Whenever he wants to start a conversation, he is shouting at me – I am the first foreigner he is talking to in his life. Moreover, German cars and soccer are the best in this world…

18:30 – 19:30 p.m.: Claiming my luggage and changing the terminal

19:50 p.m.: Check-in

20:20 – 22:00 p.m.: Flight to Kashgar. In order to avoid strange conversations on this flight, I decide to read the “Global Times” newspaper. I read the title story on Prince William’s and Kate Middleton’s wedding.

22:00 – 23:00 p.m.: Arrival in Kashgar at 22:00 o’clock Beijing time, 20:00 o’clock Xinjiang time. It is just about to get dark. I am taking the taxi to Qinbakh Hotel, the former British Consulate, and listen to a Uighur taxi driver complaining about the Chinese settling in Kashgar.

23:30 p.m.: Washing clothes, writing some text for the next blog-entry and making a plan for tomorrow.

1:00 a.m.: Going to bed…


Flight over the Taklamakan Desert

Today we are leaving very early in the morning as we are heading south to Guyuan. We are passing the Yellow River flowing through the brown-reddish landscape. The air is full of sand today, making it hard to keep the eyes open. Our first stop is Tongxin, a small city almost completely consisting of Hui people. Like most of the other cities we are passing on our way, this one as well is dominated by a large mosque. The women wear the blue kind of hat/scarf and a mouth cover, making it difficult to recognize anything of their faces. The mostly bearded men wear a white skull-cap plus one of those large, old-fashioned sunglasses which I know from the Panjiayuan antique market in Beijing. They make their way through the city on their bikes. Here and there are remains of the ancient city, including the city wall. Most of the people are curious and they stare at us when we walk past them. Not many foreign tourists make their way to this city in the south of Ningxia.


The new museum at Xumishan Grottoes


View from the top of Xumi Mountain


Buddhas from the Northern dynasties period


Large Buddha guarding Xumi Mountain


Muslim Mausoleum close to Guyuan


Countryside of Guyuan County

My cell-phone rings at 7 o’clock in the morning, thirty minutes earlier than I had actually planned to get up. As I answer, a loud voice is shouting at me from the other side of the line “Xiao Wei (Little Wei), I arrived earlier. Please come down so we can leave.” SHOOT! I jump out of my bed, rush to the bathroom where I take a five minute shower, brush my teeth, put on my clothes and rush down to the lobby where my driver is already waiting. Whenever a day starts like this, it is usually already over for me. Anyway, I decided to be happy today. Five minutes on the car and we already made our first stop – Chinese breakfast: rice soup, deep-fried dough sticks (Youtiao) and a glass of soy milk. I gulped down the food and went back on the car.

Today I was going to visit the imperial tombs of the Western Xia Dynasty, approximately thirty minutes out of Yinchuan. On the way I listened to the daily honking concert and I observed the scenery we were crossing. Like most of the Chinese drivers, this one as well wanted to know many things about me and Germany. Moreover, he was interested in the German point of view on the latest political happenings in and out of China.

As we were talking, the tombs in the shape of pyramids were coming closer from the distance. As we reached the park, we entered from the back. I was introduced to some people, shook several hands and finally was released. I had two hours time to explore the area…

Part of my program in Yinchuan was the visit of the Provincial Museum of Ningxia which had been opened in 2008. Just like all the other new museum complexes in China, this one as well is the result of a megalomaniac project featuring the latest high-tech fashion. Several thousand people visit the museum every day. A brigade of cleaners is responsible for sweeping the floor as shiny as possible, making you feel like walking on a mirror. I was especially impressed by the exhibition on the history of the Communists in Ningxia, a large installation of a red ribbon floating through the different halls, here and there a sculpture of a heroic figure making your heart beat higher and higher.

The museum is located in the newly built city centre, crossed by wide streets and filled with monotonous high rises, each of them offering space for about one hundred families. The new library has just been opened and the theatre will be inaugurated in several months. Recently planted trees bring a light green colour into the otherwise grey and white environment. What is missing here are the people, still seeming to prefer the old charming city which presents a completely different face of Yinchuan, offering a large variety of eateries, shops and parks. The centre of it is Nanguan Mosque, one of the largest in China and the first one which was open for tourists. As I walk through the entrance gate, I am welcomed by an old man. He has a long grey beard and like most of the other Hui, he wears the white skull-cap on his head. He shakes my hand and tells me to take a look into the mosque. It is prayer time! People are rushing to the entrance where they take off their shoes. They quietly proceed into the mosque and join the other people already absorbed in prayer, headed by the priest standing in front of the prayer niche. As I walk through the garden a veiled lady approaches me. She cannot believe that I speak her language. She speaks extremely slowly and asks me over and over again if I can understand her words. She wants to tell me something about the history of the mosque as well as the peculiarities of the Hui in Ningxia.

“Where you come from, Muslim people are turned to the east during prayer. China lies east of Mecca, so we pray to the west…The dream of us is to make a Hajj to Mecca once in our lives. Every year, there is a special flight connection from Yinchuan directly to Mecca. We have to apply very early in advance to get a seat – 2000 of us get to go each time. Only retired people above fifty can go. All the expenses have to be paid by the pilgrim himself, otherwise the pilgrimage does not count…” I ask her which one of the almost 2000 mosques all over China she likes best. “Of course ours – the colours and the shape of the building are beautiful, just like the mosques in Arabia.” Suddenly her son turns up. He seems very shy at the beginning, but he is excited to see the foreigner. He shows me two large models of Mecca and Medina, both of them equipped with fancy lighting which he switches on for me. When I want to leave the mosque, the old man from the beginning comes over again for a chat. He shows me his cell-phone on which he had saved photos taken together with other visitors. I am also part if this gallery now …