Monday, 10 November 2025

Kashgar, Beijing time and Shipton's Arch

Prelude to the rest of my China blogs - In case you are interested in our route and/or don't have knowledge of the geography of western China, please see my map.  Red shows flights, purple our train journeys and blue the longer car journeys.  We travelled across nearly half of China, over 1800 km, by train in 5 journeys - fun!

Monday 13 October 2025

Sunrise is late here!  At 09:20 this was our view.

There is just one time zone for China, which is also known as 'Beijing time' and Kashgar is over 40 degrees west of Beijing. As each degree of longitude makes sunrise/set 4 minutes earlier/later, 40 degrees is 160 minutes, eg 2 hours 40 minutes adrift.  So our sunrise was at 09:03 whereas it was 06:22 in Beijing.  Sunset is correspondingly later, 20:20 in Kashgar, compared to 17:38 in the east.  The day kind of shifts in the west - shops and attractions don't open until the sun rises and schools run on until early evening.  The locals use a local time system which is more in keeping with the natural rise/setting of the sun so you need to know which time zone events happen in.  

Over breakfast (cute buns!) I checked WhatsApp to find that Riona and Mark became engaged on Saturday. Huge congrats to them both and sorry to have missed them telling me sooner - apparently I was proving hard to track down. 

We headed off to explore Kashgar and find one of the original parts, the mosque.  On our way we found a tower with a bronze statue of someone not unlike Ghengis Khan.  The tower contained an exhibition which seemed to be about how Kashgar’s irrigation worked.  We didn’t bother to translate the signs to check.

Then we meandered up the ‘old’ lanes exploring side alleys (many of which were cul-de-sacs) and found, to our delight, a coffee shop.  Aside from the word 'Police' which is always in English as well as Chinese, coffee was another word we sometimes saw in English, basically because the locals don't drink it and the tourists do.  The coffee menu didn't translate well "wipe the whole latte anyone?" but the coffee itself was great.  The barrister had cycled from Beijing to Istanbul, along a Silk Route, and his walls displayed some amazing photos.  He looked knackered in half of them.

The streets are dry and dusty - we think the 'ancient carts' are quite new.  I was surprised any plants survived, but certainly better than this 15 year old wall.

The 15th Century Id Kah Mosque is apparently, one of the largest in China but a little hard to see its scale as it’s broken up by tree lines pathways.  I presume the worshipers gather in the courtyards as the main mosque area was quite small (I’ve seen a few).  However, according to Wiki, it's only now open for older Muslims on Holy Days. 

I enjoyed using my translation app to decipher the signs dotted around.

We're back in the land of bronze camels, along with a few real ones.

After lunch we went to find Mao.  This is the largest statue of him in China (the world?) and presumably built to make a point about how supportive China wanted to be of the Urghur peoples.

Pomegranate juice is a thing here, so we stopped and sampled some which had been freshly pressed as we watched.  Dried fruit is also very prevalent, especially jujuba (Chinese date) and apricots. 

The rest of the day was spent wandering the old town and browsing the street markets.  Lots of dead fried things - sheep's head was popular.

I found plov in a massive cauldron which was very exciting (not the quantity, but the fact that plov existed here).  It’s a central Asian dish I first met in Uzbekistan and subsequently in Kazakhstan and, if they serve it without the lump of mutton on it, is a Ruth friendly meal.  It just shows how close to Kazakhstan/Tajikistan we are. 

Tuesday 14 October 2025

So dark, it felt like getting up in the middle of the night!

We started our tour with Old Road Tours today by visiting Shipton’s Arch.  We headed west/northwest out of Kashgar, stopping for frequent checks by police, including one stop where we exited the car and had our passports double checked.  Abriz, our Old Road Tours driver, had all the necessary paperwork for us so all passed smoothly.

Shipton’s Arch was ‘discovered’ by Eric Shipton, the last British ambassador in Kashgar (1940-1942). Politics was certainly not his first love, having been a climber most of his adult life.  It’s 500 m high and until a decade or so ago was an arduous trek to reach.  Since then it has been developed, which basically means tonnes of concrete poured to make the attraction as accessible as possible.  This doesn’t mean in a disabled friendly way (there were still steps to climb) but to save effort for the tourists.

Everyone had to take the shuttle bus to the base of the cable car which saved kms of walking over scrub desert.  We declined the cable car opting for the walk up which took 10 minutes!  Ok, it was uphill and, at 2800 m above sea level our lungs were working harder than usual, but it was the shortest cable car I’ve seen.  And then we still all had about 100 steps to climb.  

They have built what looks like a huge dam in front of the arch, ostensibly to house the viewing platform, but it doesn’t enhance the natural aesthetics to put it mildly.  The image on the right is from Wiki, which looks to before they built the monstrous platform. 

You can peer over it, and our iPhone took a good shot, but the key view has gone.  Give them a few years and there will be a light show here.

Our driver kept appearing like Mr Ben and seemed to have some kind of arrangement whereby if the cable car was empty he could hop on.  He certainly was travelling ticket free.  [We later found out that official tour guides get free entry to attractions].

We drove back south to Kashgar, frequently stuck behind a near constant stream of construction lorries.  It never seemed to stop here - new buildings, new roads etc.

We had to go to the immigration centre to get a permit to enter the border area the next day.  It was full and we had 52 people in front of us according to our ticket number.  Actually it was treble that as many tour groups had one ticket but a coach load of people to get permits for.  Each person had to be photographed with their ID so it was extremely slow.  Suddenly we were called to the desk by our driver and were next!  We got our permit swiftly and before we knew it we were leaving the building, permits in hand.  We never asked how he did that and we don’t need to know.

After an extremely late lunch at 16:00 we visited Afaq Khoja Maussoleum.  This too has been turned into a theme park with numerous mock-authentic concrete bamboo structures, pagodas and randomly placed ‘ancient’ carts.  From what we could see, fortunately the star attraction, the 17th Century mausoleum, had been left intact and tastefully repaired.

I do love a tile and the greens and ambers shone gloriously.

We also found the oldest building on site, the sermon hall and the Jiama mosque.  This mosque was built in 1873 and has 62 wooden columns in the outer hall.  Inside two women were vainly sweeping the dust into the air and, as it settled, sweeping another spot to same effect.   

The artist at work.

We couldn’t enter the big/small mosques but the 1812 tower gate was beautiful.

For our last evening in Kashgar we returned to the food street for our third meal.

Well, it was more like a snack of veg skewers for me, meat for JC and then melon for afters.  All washed down with the ubiquitous, and much appreciated, green tea which is poured gratis with every meal.

Sunday, 9 November 2025

China re-entry

Friday 10 October 2025

When we applied for our Chinese visa last year we were provided a two year multi entry one.  So when discussing ‘the big trip’ this year it seemed churlish not to re-use it.  Months and months of planning ensued and, finally, we were off for China trip number two.  Our friends Emma and Richard kindly dropped us up to Honiton train station and we trundled up to London Waterloo.

We stayed at Caitlin’s who has conveniently bought a flat in central London. I’m sure she knows she will be forever visited by friends and family ‘just passing through’. 

Saturday 11 October 2025

We took a Bolt (Uber thing) to London Bridge, train to Gatwick and had a super quick check in at the north terminal. The check in lady hadn’t heard of Kashgar (where we were flying to in China) which was curious.  Interesting juxtaposition of the news story next to Air China desk.  

A nice swift security and then, there we were, airside and stress free. I noticed that our boarding time for our Bejing flight was nearly 24 hours after our first boarding time in London - a combination including a 10 hour flight, 6 hour lay over in Bejing and a 7 hour time difference. 

Sunday 12 October 2025

As we were flying east, Saturday swiftly turned to Sunday.  We were also pretty much flying in the dark for much of it.  We landed at Beijing Airport about 05:40 (all times local).  It took us until 07:30 to pop out into domestic departures mainly due to a long passport control queue but also because I faced quite a period of questioning to enter the country.  Apparently arriving here for 3 weeks again, exactly after year, is unusual and required extensive questioning.  Copy of my passport page by the time I left...

We then spent two hours ambling up and down domestic departures jumping through a series of IT/phone/app hoops to buy a drink and power bank.  UK power banks aren't allowed on domestic travel here unless they have a CCC logo on.  And few Chinese exported power banks have this so it was easier to find in Beijing.  Our WePay wouldn’t work (essential for many small payments here) so first we had to connect to Wi-Fi (this involved collecting a password after scanning your passport) then connecting our Wise payment card to WeChat.  It would have no doubt been easier if it wasn’t 0200 UK time as our mental capacities were flagging.   Eventually success! And we killed two more hours finding some food, tea and more ambling.  I'd forgotten that Chinese water dispensers offer both hot and cold.  

The flight to Kashgar, back towards west from whence we’d come, was 6 hours and I think I slept for half of it.  We were the only white people on the plane.  It was interesting how many people stood in the aisles for the flight.  It’s no doubt a healthy thing to do and we were fortunate everyone doing this was slim and easy to squish past.  Great views of the Tianshen Mountain range - some of it sitting on the Chinese/Mongolian border.

Our hotel pick up didn’t work as expected but a taxi only cost us 27 yuan (~£3) so no drama. We popped out for an explore and we realised that the tower seen on our arrival was an observation deck one.

So up we went to watch the sunset. Kashgar is a very sandy coloured city, which is not surprising as it's on the western edge of the Taklamakan Desert.

In 2009 the Old Town was flattened and rebuilt, ostensibly to make it more earthquake resilient, but in the process it wiped out historic Uyghur homes.  It has been replaced with a mock ancient centre of alleyways and pretty houses: but there is nothing old about any of it.  Other parts of the city are experiencing similar fates and turning into a beige concrete plateau.  Sadly, most essence of the historic Silk Road has been erased. 

The night lighting took some getting used to as it was constantly morphing from one gaudy colour to another.

The Old Town has a vibrant night market and we found corn on the cob (for me) and lamb skewers (for not-me) for supper and plopped into bed for a much needed horizontal sleep.

Tuesday, 30 September 2025

Edinburgh

Monday 22 September 2025

I had a work event in Edinburgh as, as my sciatica was so bad, my office agreed I could fly rather than sit on the train for 7+ hours.  Exeter International airport is small and beautifully formed.  This was just as well as I only realised, when preparing for security checks, that I'd left my lithium battery pack in my main luggage. I back-tracked to check in and, within 5 minutes, my hold luggage was retrieved and I extracted said battery pack.  Lesson #1 - always check your hand luggage before relinquishing your hold luggage.  My little Scottish plane...

I had great views up the Severn Estuary of Flat/Steep Holm and Cardiff. I waved at Riona.

Tuesday 23 September 2025

Edinburgh in the sun is amazing!  I took the tram down town to Dynamic Earth which I sadly didn't get any time to explore.

The conference went well and I had lots of people to catch up with.  It over ran so, with only a few minutes to spare, I hoofed it up to National Museum to see Dolly. 

I then headed to the sea and, briefly passing the Royal Yacht Britannia, strolled around Newhaven.

A lovely unwind to a busy day.

Wednesday 24 September 2025

I took the tram to the airport, checked in, got my boarding pass, went through security and headed for the gate.  They called my gate and I went through onto the bus to the plane.  During this I tuned into a work call (via bluetooth to my hearing aids) so was totally zoned out to everything around me.  After 20 minutes of standing on the bus I saw an agitated ground staff lady appear and disappear. I came off the call and asked the guy what she said "oh, she's after a random lady", he explained. I checked who and he said "name Adams I think."  So I made myself known to ground crew thinking they were chasing me as I'd declared I needed assistance as I was hard of hearing.  It turned out that my hearing was fine, but I was actually on the wrong bus to the wrong flight! I'd gone through gate 29, heading for Southampton, instead of gate 28, despite having a boarding pass that said Exeter.  Lesson #2 - always check when you board a plane you're on the right one.

Of course, they extracted me off the Southampton bound plane and put me back with the Exeter bound passengers, but I am deeply confused about how a passenger like me (who I class as reasonably sensible) can be processed through the wrong gate onto the wrong flight.

Anyway, once on the Exeter flight the journey back was fine and JC only had to collect me from Exeter not Southampton airport.  End of the Scottish adventures for now.

  

 

Thursday, 11 September 2025

London - Hertford and Bethnal Green

Saturday 30 August 2025

I hadn't seen Keith since we did the final clear out of Dad's house in April, so we were overdue a catch up. I came down from Hertfordshire and Keith and I met at Liverpool Street. Hadn't spotted this old police box before.  I wonder how many tourists surmise that we used to have really thin police officers in those days?

We pottered off eastwards for a coffee at Spitalfields.  Quite liked the graffiti along the way, and I'm sure JC would have loved this photography shop.

I had fun in a park.

We then continued easterly popping into the Museum of Childhood (now Young V&A).  I understand calling the children's museum young, but does that now mean one should rebrand the V&A in Kensington "Middle Aged and/or Old V&A"?  Anyway, it was a trip down memory lane for me when I found the Zimbabwe dollar collection, once the weakest currency in the world with inflation at over 1000%.

Once we'd done our kid stuff, we headed to Victoria Park where we stumbled across a street food market and had the most amazing Ethiopian lunch. They served injera breads, made from gluten free teff flour - so scrumptious.  Then it was farewells and I headed back to Stanstead Abbotts, along with a bevy of merry Spurs supporters heading for a home game in Tottenham. 

Back at Stanstead Abbotts/St Margarets  I clocked my famous aunt at the station, and went and found a benchmark on the local church for Rob.  

It's very pretty, but I admit it's slightly bothering me that there is no apostrophe in St Margarets.

My return chez Gifford coincided with Linda just heading out for a walk, so I joined her.  

Once we'd done our loop, we wandered back to the centre of Stanstead Abbotts to see the meridian obelisks.  I quite liked it until I realised that the cuts through the rock were not aligned in any which way with the cardinal points, although I do believe it's on the Greenwich meridian.

Sunday 31 August 2025

Home today.  Despite the odd bus rail replacement (thanks for the lift Giffords) I made it across London to my Waterloo train. I hopped off at Basingstoke and joined JC as he drove back from Luxembourg.  Nice to catch up with him and share the driving home.  Holiday is over :-(