In case I neglected to tell you — I’m in China right now. I will refrain from complaining as this blog is ANTI-WHINGE and ANTI-WHINE and you will find nothing but fun adventures and pretty pictures here. Also it’s bloody hard to access WordPress and Facebook thanks to the Great Firewall of China so I’m just grateful to be blogging at all.
When I told my friends Catherine and Nikki that I was going to Xinjiang, as long-time connoisseurs of the region they were full of excitement and advice about where to go and what to see. Of course the first question both asked was “Where are you going?” as Xinjiang Province is massive — bigger than many European countries — but I didn’t know at that point, only that I invited by China Petroleum. Nikki guessed it would probably be Karamay, a city grown from nothing in the last century based purely on its location in the middle of a sea of oil, and jokingly added “I bet you go see the oil fields!” (inexact quote due to lack of Facebook access).
Ladies and Gentlemen, I present the Karamay Oil Fields. We visited at the end of a cool, crisp autumn day, and to be honest, it was surprisingly poetic.
I apologise for lack of resizing.
Obligatory Chinglish greeting:
As soon as I got my camera out, a delegate insisted on taking my picture for me, as what else are cameras for?
This may or may not work. Here’s praying it does!