Our hotel was very Middle Eastern looking, but the rooms were nothing to write home about!
Turpan is all about grapes, and there was a huge arbor that we drove under to get to the hotel and walked under the go strolling about town, clusters of grapes hanging down close enough to taste!
|The inner court of the Monastery.|
|Jiaohe was built on a natural island cliff, so a perfect fortified city.|
|It looks like ruins at Casa Grande or Mesa Verde!|
Then their 'daughters' came out and danced for us. But soon, they invited the rest of us to join in. You don't have to ask me twice!
After that, we had the "opportunity" to buy raisins and produce from them. Lucky! We had already bought enough in Urumqi! As we drove back, I enjoyed looking out the windows at the people and places.
On the left, a Muslim-capped driver with his kids in the back, then two women in scarves and dresses, one with a child, and sadly, a beggar with no arm and half a leg.
|Grandpa and his little cutie grandson.|
|A family excited to meet the foreigners among them.|
|The local shopping plaza.|
The show was with music and dancing, and the dancing was very unique. The women slide their heads across their neck in the "belly dancer" way, and the men kick their legs out from a squat like Russian cossacks. It was a lovely show highlighting the traditions and lives of the people.
And to keep the tourists happy, they invited us up on stage to dance with them at the end of the show. What a great way to spend an evening in Turpan!
|It's been a while since I've been on stage! Love it!|