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Welcome to Uygur World Turpan, in the Xinjiang Uygur Autonomous Region of northwestern China, had an undeserved reputation preceding it. A member of our group was carrying a copy of Peter Hopkirk's Foreign Devils on the Silk Road - an account of an early 20th century archaeological (plundering, some would say) expedition through China. For three days preceding our arrival in Turpan, a quote from Hopkirk's book was frequently repeated: ``In Turpan, the winds are so hot they sear your lungs at every breath and the rays of the sun are death''. The overnight train from Dunhuang did little to alleviate the foreboding with which we were regarding our next destination along our Silk Road journey. Heading to reputedly the hottest place in China (located near the second lowest place in the world), the rail authorities for some reason had decided we would be better served with a non-airconditioned carriage. The only cooling in our four-person soft class sleeper was provided by a wall-mounted fan, which described a curious squarish oscillation, accompanied by a maddening chattering of the sort you would expect from a fan that prefers not to move in the best circles. It was a neat piece of engineering, that fan, but nevertheless it was summarily executed by the first of the four to wake. We were prepared for the worst. |
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The reality of Turpan, I am relieved to report, was far removed from the reputation, and herein lies a lesson: don't count on antiquated impressions. I'm sure it was hell for Peter Hopkirk but the Turpan of today offers a very different story. It was noted among our group that even more recent guide books on China had misrepresented Turpan. The Bezeklik Thousand Buddha Caves (a repository of ancient Buddhist art), for instance, had been described as a worthwhile visit but let down by ``coke cans and plastic wrappers'' littering the caves. This fascinating feature, however, which lies about an hour's drive outside Turpan, nestled in a spectacular valley of the equally spectacular Flaming Mountains, was in fact spotless. And this, in the height of China's domestic and Japanese tourism season, offers some indication that regional tourism authorities are serious about developing the nation's tourism industry, at least certainly in the fledging western regions. |
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Further evidence of this was apparent with a road under construction through the mountains, which upon its completion will improve access and comfort for visitors to Bezeklik. Our coach driver actually managed to navigate around the soft shoulders and heavy machinery of this yet to be finished thoroughfare, which is mentioned here to support the assertion that in China, a good guide is invaluable. Our guide, a Kazakh woman by the name of Gu Li, wanted to cut some travelling time and managed to convince the construction foreman that our group was an Australian ``road inspection'' team. Not entirely untrue, but creative all the same. Still, Turpan at the height of summer is pretty darn hot, even in the morning, but our arrival at the city's famous Oasis Hotel was like cold water to a burn. The aptly named Oasis is one of two tourist-class hotels in Turpan and one of those rare establishments which understands the value of making its guests feel truly at home. Each and every time you walk through the front door, you are offered a cool towel and a glass of iced tea. The reception area, or lobby if you prefer, has no chairs. Instead, guests lounge cross-legged on what you might call banquettes, perhaps sipping their tea, playing checkers, or just whiling away the time as the world passes by. When our group arrived around 7am, there was a young man whose only job, it seemed, was to stand at the elevator to attend the call button. This he did with a cheery "Good morning, lift sir?" and 16 hours later he was still there. "Good evening, lift sir?" |
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In strict terms, his role was superfluous, but the consistency of his cheeriness was hospitality itself. Even after staying at the Grand Hotel in Beijing, the Xi'an Hyatt (the choice of US presidents) and the glitzy Central Hotel in Shanghai, the Oasis was regarded among our group as the favourite of the trip, simply by virtue of its immense charm. Quite an accomplishment. The appeal of Turpan and its features make a visit to this desert community an entirely worthwhile experience. If you are travelling west from Xi'an, Turpan is likely to be the first time you encounter the Uygur people - a Turkic race with a history in China spanning thousands of years. They are an agricultural people and Turpan is surrounded by the fruit of their labor - grapes and Hami melons. On the fringes of Turpan you will see their drying houses, intriguing structures built of mud-brick laid to a perforated course to allow in the right mix of light and wind to shrivel the grapes. At Grape Valley, where the local industry exhibits itself, you will be able to wander the market area, try the local dried grapes, refresh yourself with slabs of fresh fruit, and taste the local wines - many of which are of good quality. There is an Uygur dance presentation nightly on a vine covered street adjacent to the Oasis Hotel. This is a lively affair and a pleasure to watch. Better still, the dancing is not just an isolated showcase. As you walk around Turpan, you may well hear the sound of Uygurs playing their tamburs (a stringed instrument) and the sounds of male and female dancers and their audience having a good time, and not for the tourists but for their own entertainment. You don't see a lot of television aerials in Turpan. If by now you are wondering how a desert city manages to sustain a substantial viticulture industry the answer lies with a technology which Australia should well envy - karez wells. You will likely visit a karez well to learn about the technology as part of a Turpan tour. The wells exploit the melted snow from the nearby Tianshan Mountain Range which filters into a massive underground water table. The karez wells are formed through a mining-like technique to tap the water resource with underground channels and, despite being partnered by one of the most inhospitable deserts on the planet, Turpan supports a thriving agricultural industry and a bustling community of more than 300,000 in a region where evaporation considerably exceeds rainfall. Because of the karez wells, Turpan has always been an essential stop on the Silk Road and a welcome one for travellers (especially caravan traders) who had to contend with an arduous journey from the west over or along the fringe of the Taklimakan desert, one of our planet's most inhospitable environments. The ruins of two ancient cities, Jiaohe and Gauchong are located around Turpan. Our group visited only Jiaohe, having decided there was not time for both, and enjoyed a donkey cart ride through the ruins to a point where a temple once stood, there to learn the history of the old city, which by 200BC was the seat of the imperial court of the Front State of Cheshi, but abandoned 1400 years later. Waiting for the guide to sort out the donkey teamsters, one of our group commented that the commercial nature of the operation was "sad", in reference to the piecemeal living being made by the Uygur people plying their wares and services there. Joseph Heller's WWII parody, Catch 22, immediately sprang to mind with the chapter in which the main character Yossarian argues with an Italian man about the nature of victory. The old Italian argues that despite losing the battle they would win the war, on the basis that while many armies have marched through Italy, the Italians would be victorious, simply because they would still be there. The Uygyrs began migrating west into China before Christ was born and despite a long succession of Chinese dynasties and the arrival of communist rule, they are still there, selling whatever is of worth. Their longevity as a race should surely be regarded a triumph. Uygur children learn about business from an early age and while visiting Jiaohe, you will see many youngsters trying to sell trinkets. They have a keen sense of trading and seem to understand when they have a latent spender in their midst. If you do not want to buy, a few firm denials will send them away. If you do want to buy, be sure to haggle over the price. Jiaohe itself is an eerie collection of building ruins sufficiently intact that, with some interpretation and a little imagination, it is not a difficult task to comprehend its former glory. There are other features of Turpan, such as the ancient tombs of Astana and the Emin Minaret, which are typically part of the Turpan experience. It is hard to imagine that any Turpan tour itinerary would fail to let you absorb the culture and ancient feel of this isolated city of the Silk Road. You could make Turpan a travel objective of itself but, as unlikely as this might sound, the difficulty of the journey there might overshadow the destination. It is most likely you would see Turpan as part of an extended Silk Road Tour. And should anyone be carrying Hopkirk's account of the Silk Road, tell them to read it when they get home.
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