The Turpan Hotel was a strange affair ... you approached it down this vine covered road, and which gave illusions of grandeur...
Even the lobby was magnificent ...
But then you look outside, and the hotel is partly derelict, with a couple of American cars just dumped and left to rot.
Ah well, we were leaving in 10 mins ... better get my skates on.
Filling up a few km down the road was another kettle job..
And back onto the toll road...
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| Big John |
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| The Toll road authorities post a reminder about the need to drive safely. |
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| Why so many power poles... there is nobody living for miles ? |
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| Still can't shake that desert ! |
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| The lorries here are simply massive - must be 20 cars on this transporter... |
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| ... so you have to be quite careful when overtaking. |
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| Cheery lot at the second fuel stop, and they filled the bikes directly, without using a kettle. |
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| Entering Hami, heading for the wrong hotel ! |
We had co-ordinates on our itinerary, but they were taken from a map that was offset by 600 mts. This may not sound a lot, but when you are tired, and with the impatient traffic drivers honking incessantly, it seemed to tarnish the end of every day.... and believe me, when you don't have a hotel name either, 600 mts off might as well be 600 miles !
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| But beers and food always put us in a good mood again. |
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| Having a "Chinese" like never before. |
