a night on a sleeper bus. contemplation. a pit stop at 4am in the middle of nowhere, just a hut and the endless stretch of the flat, barren landscape. as dawn rises the most otherworldly arrival in Urumqi unfolds. lying awake i just catch sight of hills dotted with windmills, hundreds of them, lying there as this windfarm is framed magically against a lightening sky.
Urumqi is a series of these snapshots for me. Angela and Joon, guests and immediate friends at our amazing hostel. movie night. children doing morning exercises outside our window.
Jiohe ruins. Toyoq village. vegetarian food. windmills. the mural on our hostel room wall. my time here is bittersweet and what i remember most is stoically visiting the ruins and the amazing people in the hostel. it is the last stop in China. a fitting close to the amazing 9 months we have spent in Asia, we are so grateful to have had this experience and cherish it still 10 years later. to life, love, beauty and the magic of friendship and travel. Stephen and Laurel
laurel's urumqi photos on flickr
w r i t t e n b y l a u r e l
Urumqi is a series of these snapshots for me. Angela and Joon, guests and immediate friends at our amazing hostel. movie night. children doing morning exercises outside our window.
Jiohe ruins. Toyoq village. vegetarian food. windmills. the mural on our hostel room wall. my time here is bittersweet and what i remember most is stoically visiting the ruins and the amazing people in the hostel. it is the last stop in China. a fitting close to the amazing 9 months we have spent in Asia, we are so grateful to have had this experience and cherish it still 10 years later. to life, love, beauty and the magic of friendship and travel. Stephen and Laurel
laurel's urumqi photos on flickr
w r i t t e n b y l a u r e l
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