After continuous long days of travel and activity, Monday becomes by default a slow day for Flashy. This is helped by the unusual time confusion. Officially, all of China runs on Beijing time. In practice, given how far west we are, Xinjiang runs a separate clock that sets the time at two hours earlier than Beijing time. hence at 8am the streets are deserted as to most Uyghur locals it is 6am. Afternoons are also often interrupted by Med-style siesta periods between Beijing 2pm and 4pm.
Firstly today, the museum. It is a new, large building (diagonally opposite the Uyghur medicine hospital) about 2km west of Unity Square. Apparently a new one is planned, though only one room is actually used in the existing – for the display of two mummies, assorted artefacts and a coffin. There is a lady doorkeeper/curator who asks us to accompany her on her quick round before shutting up for the afternoon, as she doesn’t like being alone in the room with the mummies.
We also head off to the silk carpet factory – a clear case of touristitis the seasoned might say – but it is interesting and reflects a long held local tradition. You see the women (only) at work and the sales folk seem to know their stuff – or at least price like it. A silk carpet sells for around RMB7k/sq m and wool for between 3k and 6k depending on their fineness. Ordering one bespoke can take a year for silk.
There is also rumour of a winery – putting the desert’s famous grapes to good use – but despite an extensive search amongst the suburbs, none is found.
As the story goes, something odd happened on the way to the carpet factory. One Flashy member got a call from the local foreign affairs office – asking what he was up to, where we were staying and what the plans were for the future. This included an invitation to come and stay at the foreign affairs’ own hotel – given the security situation. This generous offer was politely refused and not too much more was thought of it.
Until this morning that was. Target Flashy was first to leave this morning but he had pre-paid for the room. When we came to check out and recover the deposit (a standard requirement for lower star Chinese hotels) we were told that there was a problem with the Visa card. This problem turned out to be that they could not put it through, or somesuch, as the police were on their way to talk to us.
They were in fact there in the lobby already and turned out not to be normal police or even undercover police but ‘state security’ and took Flashy’s single domestic citizen upstairs for a 45 min long Q&A session on our various activities. We managed to learn that no jade under RMB20k should be considered real and that they were not able to help us negotiate carpet prices as they had never bought there before. I think by the end, passport photocopies and various other rigmarole later, they felt convinced that we were there in a tourist capacity. Unclear whether we would have done better if all dressed in matching shirts at the time – though one snatched line as the lift doors were closing to take the spies and their internee back up to the hotel rooms was to the effect that they were there “from the administration bureau” and wanted to know what foreigners were doing here. It overall seemed a disproportionate response and would likely not have occurred to other visitors if it hand’t been for one Flashy’s insistence on pursuing a career as a journalist (and clearly using his Visa in pursuit of such nefarious objectives).
The whole episode was a little nerve wracking, as further spooks turned up with glasses and man bags and silence reined in the corridors. The rest of Team Flashmen was denied access to the interview room but they consented to have a hotel receptionist present as a guard – with which she must have been delighted.
We finally left only an hour late. I think the hotel and the state security were happy to hear that we were heading out of town. Apparently these interviews can take hours and be relatively unpleasant. This was neither and the mean in crewcuts toddled off happily on foot in due course.
A mere six hours and several police check points later we made it to Shache/Yarkand. Nine years ago every hotel had directed foreign visitors to the Shache Hotel. The same happens again, just it takes more time to occur as one hotel initially accepts us, but on appearance withdraw the offer (at least at the originally agreed price). Some dusty streets and queries later we find a new pad – the Shache is itself full – with a human resources conference we are improbably told.
At least the old town here is still partly intact and it is calmer and friendlier than the slightly siege-esque Hetian.
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