One of our reasons for going to Kashgar was to visit the famous Sunday Market. To get there we wandered through the Old Town and happened into the local fruit-and-vegetable market.

One of our reasons for going to Kashgar was to visit the famous Sunday Market. To get there we wandered through the Old Town and happened into the local fruit-and-vegetable market.
Kashgar, China. We’d reached the city I’d wondered about for months – reading and learning about its’ history as a trading post between East and West, Chinese, Pakistani, and Central Asian traders for hundreds of years. I wanted to get out, walk around and see for myself. Murph decided to come along too but our boys opted to stay in the hotel relaxing.
This is a Yardang. A what? I hear you ask? A Yardang is a desert rock formation carved from thousands of years of sand and wind erosion. They look freaky. This one is about three stories tall. I’m so glad I could share that with you, now you won’t have to take a hot, dusty trek out to your favorite desert to see one for yourself.
We took another train (well, two actually) on our quest to get from Xiahe onto the Silk Road proper. We spent a brief night in Zhangye – where Marco Polo lounged for a year – and met one lone other Western traveler braving the vagaries of the Chinese train system on the platform. He left us to our own devices on the train – possibly because my children scared him.
We’ve always planned to include visiting China on our family world trip. Until last weekend this wasn’t much more than an item on the list of countries we plan to visit. Then, while flipping through maps in the excellent Wide World Books and Maps travel store, my husband threw me a “how about we go here” curveball which almost knocked me flat. His idea? “Let’s follow the Silk Road”. “You want me to take my children into Afghanistan, Pakistan and Iran?” was my shocked reply. Waving a copy of Lonely Planet’s ‘Pakistan and the Karakoram Highway‘ he said “When you read Three Cups Of Tea you said that you’d love to visit that area.” This is the essence of my relationship with my husband: he comes up with crazy ideas and I, being a plodding, practical person, figure out how we can turn the ideas into reality.
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