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Back street in older part of Turpan 1996. [Photo by Bruce Connolly/chinadaily.com.cn]


Xinjiang dramatically illustrates how geology gives but also takes. Tectonic plate movements with consequential devastating earthquakes pushed up snow capped fold mountain ranges such as Tianshan while forcing adjoining land surfaces below sea level. Far from oceans, rainfall in parts of Xinjiang almost non-existent, meltwater from alpine glaciers helps sustain life. Surrounded by merciless terrain, oases have long given travellers sanctuary while realising agricultural potential. The fabled Silk Road connecting northern China with Central Asia followed a string of such oases through Xinjiang to neighbouring Gansu.

South of ice-capped Bogda Feng lies the Turpan Depression. Geologically a 'fault-bounded trough' holding an array of salt lakes, gravel plains, sand dunes, rock mountains and a volcano last erupting around 1120AD. South of the city, Ayding lake bed at 154 metres below sea level is the lowest surface point in China and fourth lowest on Earth. Turpan at 30 metres above sea level is one of the hottest, driest settlements in China. Were it not for careful water gathering, life would be impossible.

Ever since my school days I had dreamt of reaching this unique desert outpost. That dream was initially fulfilled literally through a one day visit in 1996. A passion was fueled to return.

October 1997 I was at a bus station close to Urumqi's Erdaoqiao Market. My fellow passengers mostly Uyghur men wearing distinctive square 'Doppa' hats. Once goods were loaded and secured on the roof we headed off through semi-desert, stopping at the former Silk Road caravanserai of Dabancheng before bumpily descending through a gorge (an expressway was under construction) to emerge onto a grey extensive waterless environment. Turpan, shimmering like a mirage, lay ahead.

Formerly walled, its history going back well over two millennia, Turpan has of course changed considerably since its Silk Road days. A modern city of 600,000 people has emerged featuring both high-speed rail and a recently opened airport. As a traveller it was the predominantly Uyghur Old Town with its maze of narrow alleys that attracted me. My hotel, enclosing shaded gardens, sat on the edge of that district. Just what I wanted - a vibrant area with scenes almost out of a travel book!

Most dwellings were built of adobe mud brick, often with spacious courtyards entered through wooden gates where curious youngsters would gather. Grape trellises shaded yards where food was prepared for lengthy outdoor evening dinners. Underground rooms provided shelter from midday heat. Irrigation channels ran alongside alleys thronged with children returning from school. Sitting outside small shops older men wearing a range of hats stared with inquisitiveness towards me. A girl in colourful ethnic costume, pushing a heavy black cycle, stopped, looked and smiled! Men congregated around small mosques, their bicycles or carts parked nearby. Donkey carts were still the main form of local transport in '97, carrying three to four people or loaded with melons and vegetables. It all felt so timeless even compared to my nearby hotel. Weddings, which seemed to go on for days, were busy, noisy occasions.

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Bezeklik Thousand Buddha Caves 1996. [Photo by Bruce Connolly/chinadaily.com.cn]


[size=13.3333px]The focal point of an oasis such as Turpan is the bazaar - a mixture of scenes including parking areas for donkey carts. Blacksmiths re-shoeing mules. Pens enclosed bleating goats. Nearby spread an extensive wholesale area for raisin trading. Trucks were bulging with red and green peppers, onions, melons, walnuts, sweet potatoes and much more. Walking through the market some sections specialised in carpets which Xinjiang is renown for; household essentials like stoves; hats, knives, reams of colourful cotton ready for dress making.
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[size=13.3333px]Shaded food stalls were stacked with fresh baked nan bread alongside grilled lamb shashlik and roasted chicken accompanied by the aroma of spices and cooking smoke. Large areas were stacked with fresh local fruits and vegetable. Meat tables heaved with great chunks of lamb. Bargaining was the norm between buyers and sellers, mostly women in their daily ethnic attire. Just as with Urumqi's Erdaoqiao, I would sit at a stall near a leather boot seller, have a cold drink, watch the scene while regularly being a topic of curiosity.
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[size=13.3333px]North of urban Turpan lies Grape Valley (putao gou). Along this narrow pass grapes dangled from extensive wooden trellises. Dry, hot air leads to very high sugar concentration in fruits, particularly grapes, increasingly used in the production of excellent wines. Many seedless grapes are dried over a 40 day period within unique outdoor brick drying rooms or 'chunche' to produce raisins. Regarded as some of the world's finest, over 75% of China's raisins come from around Turpan. The valley a pleasant location to relax, sample delicious green or dark grapes while wandering around a mini-bazaar displaying ornate knives alongside waistcoats embroidered in golden thread. Fun also trying to converse with locals who seemed to enjoy sitting on large wooden beds set up outside their compact homes.
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[size=13.3333px]Despite having an arid climate, agriculture and indeed life itself was rendered possible through the unique Karez underground irrigation system. Man-made tunnels, some going back 2000 years, carried glacial meltwater down from the Bogda Mountains to points around Turpan. Some aqua-passages, cut physically by hand, have visitor access to view both the construction and flow of clear water.
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[size=13.3333px]Gravelly wastes east out of Turpan revealed mounds of stone, access points to the Karez. Telegraph poles lined an empty road towards the arid, seemingly purple-red, Flaming Mountains (huoyanshan) - geologically a 'thrust fault belt' rising to 831 metres above sea level. A geologist's paradise with so many rock contortions not hidden by vegetation! The route led towards a narrow ledge above West Mutou Valley with the river split into several brownish channels. Statues reminded of the area's association with the fabled 'Journey to the West'. I was heading to the Bezeklik Thousand Buddha Caves (bozikell quango dong) mostly dating from 10th to 13th centuries. Accessed from a renovated terrace they were cut into a cliff face fronting the waters. Nearby, a mother in black headscarf and her daughter in red, sorted raisins, bagging them for loading onto a donkey cart.
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[size=13.3333px]Turpan was a place for walking - so much to see. I would spend every day exploring while watching with fascination so many unfamiliar scenes. A few minutes from city centre I would be amongst grape fields surrounded by irrigation canals with corn cobs drying outside brick courtyard homes. Goats wandered freely, cows remained in mud-walled stalls.
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[size=13.3333px]Two kilometres walk from downtown, Emin Minaret (Sugong Ta), is readily identifiable as an iconic symbol of Turpan. Its elegant circular and tapered 44 metres tall dome has a richly textured exterior of geometric, floral mosaic patterns combing Chinese with Islamic features. Constructed from adobe bricks in only one year, this tallest minaret in China dates back to 1778. Honouring a former local general, Emin Khoja, it rises beside a mosque with a large internal courtyard. As I arrived a service was finishing, groups of men heading off either on tractor or donkey carts. Although not possible to climb the tower, steps did lead onto the main hall's roof for close up examination of the minaret's workmanship.
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[size=13.3333px]Along fertile Yarnaz valley, eight kilometres from Turpan the Ancient City of Jiaohe sits on a thirty metre high plateau bounded by two rivers creating a natural defensive position - it had no walls. With a history going back almost 2000 years it grew as an important Silk Road centre during the Han Dynasty but abandoned in the 13th century following destruction by the warriors of Genghis Khan. Walking through the ruins it was possible to trace what were principal roads, while looking at what had been major buildings and Buddhist temples. I could imagine the bustling movement of traders with camels, soldiers, officials and local people in ancient times. Jiaohe occupies a stunning location with the green surrounding oasis contrasting with nearby desert aridity and lifeless, waterless ruins. In 2014 it became one of the Silk Road UNESCO World Heritage Sites.
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[size=13.3333px]Despite being October evenings were warm. Cafes with outdoor terraces were locations to dine in the setting sun watching boys racing around the dusty streets on their donkey carts while older generations sang and danced in adjacent restaurants. Turpan had been in my mind for many years, there was contentment at finally being there but soon I would have head out of this enchanting oasis for more adventures east along the Silk Road.



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Boot seller Turpan bazaar 1997.[Photo by Bruce Connolly/chinadaily.com.cn]




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Child at courtyard door Turpan 1996.[Photo by Bruce Connolly/chinadaily.com.cn]



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Curious children watching Bruce 1996.[Photo by Bruce Connolly/chinadaily.com.cn]


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