Grace Tu

Grace Tu

Monday, October 13, 2014

Xinjiang - To See a Waterfall

We hired a young Kazakh and his grandpa to take us to a waterfall that was three mountains away and only accessible by foot or horseback. We rode for hours while everyone else waited for us in the tent, and I remember at some point we started to wonder whether this waterfall really existed.

Granted when we finally saw the waterfall, it was not exactly spectacular, but the scenery we savored on our way riding there made it worthwhile. And afterwards Alan and I enjoyed the tent and a full table of Uyghur dishes ourselves.

Those, were good times.

September 2011

 

 









White Sand Mountain of Pamir, Xinjiang

The mountains were covered by white sand because of the erosion by wind and water.
 
We were told that if we slid down from the top of these mountains, the sand would make sounds like an orchestra and we would want to just stay there surrounded by the sound of nature and our dreams.

How very tempting.

Photos taken: August 2011, Xinjiang