Urumqi is like New York moved to the desert in west China. Skyscrapers, expressways, luxury shops built up in a couple of years in a small traditional Uygur town. The old world disapeared in our eyes. People are still used to live like in the past. Ride on a donkey even if they have to cross the biggest, full of vehicles roundabout in downtown. Bake a bread in white, clay, hand made oven or even kill animals on the street to be sure that meat is halal (clean in arab).

First sun rise in Urumqi

Chinese labour on the ruins of the Uygur oldtown.

An Uzbek craftsman in front of his workshop.

He can repair yor bike 24h a day.

Afternoon rush hour in Urimqi. Uygur peole coming back to their poor houses on the suburbs.

I bought a fresh, round bread from this smiling guys.

Uygur people are used to sell meat everywhere. The street dust is being removed by piece of dough.

Whole barbecued sheep.

Medicine vendor with dried snakes, starfish and lizards.

The man who invited us for nice ceremony.

They left only skin on the street.

The every part of the cow is chopped, put on the stics and barbecued.
It is an Uygur kebab.