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Labrang, Mountain Valley
I wanted to end my essay on Labrang with this shot. It’s unusual, but
I’m proud of it. Enjoy.
Xiahe Mosque
In that big long monologue I subjected you to at the beginning of this
piece, I mentioned all the mosques. As I noted then , I did manage the
get just enough juice into my batteries to take a few photos in Xiahe
and of Labrang. This is the Xiahe Mosque – the only workable shot I
have, from all the lovely Mosques I saw throughout the regions I
traveled in. Note both Arabic and Chinese writing on the front, and
the crescent at the top of a very Chinese styled minaret.
Shapotou Dunes & Mountains
Essentially, what was Shapotou desert research center – founded to
figure out how to prevent the desert from its continued growth into
previously productive regions – has grown with the addition of what
amounts to a desert amusement park. You can rent slides and slide down
the dunes (reminding me of riding the dunes at White Sands outside
Alamogordo with my nephew and niece), you can hook yourself into a
harness and fly down a high wire from the top of the dunes to a
platform across the river, and so on. Or you can ride these rafts,
that attach a wooden infrastructure to sheepskins. And when I say
sheepskin, I mean it literally: these wooden platforms are lashed on
top of what look nine dead, hairless sheep. Rather an odd feeling, but
yes – never one to shy away from new experiences, I can now say that
I’ve both ridden the high wire high above the Yellow River, and rafted
on dead sheepskins down it. And, as you’ll see, ridden horses through
its dunes with some friends from my guesthouse.
By the Yellow River
This is an irrigation canal, hooked up further upstream to a pump that
may or may not still work to bring water directly from the river up
the this level, about 100 feet above river level or so. After this
you’ll see two shots that show the contrast: a downright Disney-esque
castle that serves no function I could see: it was empty. In the
foreground there you will see some agricultural workers walking the
road in front of it, but the castle itself appeared utterly empty.
I’ve a feeling it was built in anticipation of a glut of tourism that
has yet to fully materialize here. You’ll also see some weeds piled
next the bicycle their picker rode to work and will load them onto for
the return home. As you’ll see in later shots taken from the train,
and you may have seen in other shots from Guangxi, the vast majority
of farm work here in China is still done individually or by families,
by hand.














