After another long sleepy ride, we arrived at the “Ghost Town”. It’s in the desert region, similar to some of those places in Arizona and Nevada where the wind and sand has carved out eerie rock formations. The sun was just setting as we got there, and the place was almost empty. Still, we managed to have about five other people join us on the tacky little shuttle/train that carried us into the park along a well-paved road.
Looking back at the pictures, the atmosphere was pretty ghostly indeed, but at the time it was so windy that I stood in the haze with my back to the blowing sand and my hood all the way up. I was actually stuck holding the camera and tripod bags so I was a little bit despondent at the time.
There were camels there, and the guys called out to me “Want a ride, pretty girl?” and I really wanted to say yes but my cousin had told me there would be no time and told me to stay where I was. I had 3000RMB in my bag, I knew how to ask in Chinese, and I ended up staying there ten minutes before the group moved on. My hesitation might have made this lost chance one of the top three regrets in my life so far. ;) I mean, how many chances do you come across to ride a camel in a legit desert in the middle of nowhere?  |
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