The lights were out and the door was closed. There was a knocking from outside. Ignoring it didn’t make it go away. It was the police. Word had got around that there were foreigners in our little hangout.
The mountains in the distance
Our host’s little spare room in the tiny little village was not immune to the watch of the police. Out passports were checked for about half an hour before we could return to sleep.
This morning was cold and rainy. This afternoon was sunny and pleasant. Our group split in two. Oliver and Mira wanted to take their time more, and Wendy (the new English name we gave her) and I wanted to speed along a bit more. Tonight we find ourselves in a rather luxurious but cheap hotel in the outskirts of Wuwei.
The farewell
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I love the sound of the name ‘Wuwei’ – what does it mean?
I’ve no idea.. 🙂