After a verbal fight and a nice shove trimmed to one that kept touching the bikes, the boss says we need to do some statement of apology for being there (?), that’s fine if that’s what they want. Here comes the police car, escorts us to the office where we declare our entire itinerary so far and that we did not know that this city was forbidden to foreigners. Then why we have not yet figured out, probably for the minorities living there and ghostly military zones about whose those cops kept talking about. And there should also be a nuclear power plant nearby, maybe not just a power plant. And then the fact that we passed through the Xinjiang just does not befriend them more.
In fact, in China you could not go on your own, the idea of traveling without organized tours do not fit in the government idea of tourism. You are swept up in the tourist location from X and then Y but you cannot see what there is in between. At least in this area of China where minorities are not 100% under control and military experiments are going on.
We go to Xining and we park next to another police office, the PSB (Public Security Bureau), where we would have to renew the visa. There is a young guy here who speaks English very well and tells us that most of the area is prohibited to foreigners because of the secret military bases. We thank him for having talked of secret military areas of which we knew nothing before he spoke it. Weird way to keep secrets. We answer again all the same questions, why we were there, if we have the maps of military zones and other such paranoia. Too many spy movies. And we’re not even American! Then he tells us that we must leave the bikes, passports and all our electronics (cameras, phones, audio recorder, GPS, HD, laptop, SD cards…) because they must check all our pictures and videos! We tell him that there’s stuff from Italy and that it may take a long long long time! No way.
They take us to another part of the office for the declaration/interrogation. The room has a chair where they can tie you hand and foot and there’s a tool to give you the shock to the feet, the room is sound-proof. They ensure us we deon’t have to sit there, we are Westerners. But if we were Tibetan or Muslim or anti-government I don’tn know… The torture chamber. In Italy when the police kill someone they try to hide it, but here not. They make me sit on a “normal” chair and I answer again the same questions, this time video recorded. Finished the ‘”questioning” the policeman accompanies us to the hostel where we’re practically under house arrest until they have checked all our photos and videos. Once before the elevator the policeman has to run to the bathroom, is white as a corpse and sweats! He runs into the bathroom while we check in at the hostel, bad karma.
He says he will call us here tomorrow to tell us when we can take our things back. The next day no one calls, is Friday. Let’s go directly to the police office and our “friend” tells there’s lot of stuff to check, who would have thought! Our things are in another office responsible for monitoring, the famous Chinese censors army maybe, he called them but they did not work on the weekend so we have to wait until Monday. WTF. Since they have our passports we can not go anywhere, bikes are there and we are forced to pay the hostel. Could accommodate them at least! We’ll have a happy weekend in the capital of Qinghai.
Monday afternoon the police should let us know something. Waiting for them we go to the north temple, a Taoist temple nestled in the mountains, it does not even seem that a few meters away there is the highway and a gray Chinese city. The atmospheare is very relaxed and the temple beautiful, with many grottoes hosting the weird Taoist deities. Xining must had been once a beautiful city, we saw the old photos in a bar, there were pontoon bridges on the Yellow River running through the city, it is in the mountains and there were beautiful traditional houses.
Everything was razed to build giant apartment blocks, ugly and recognizable from each other only through the huge number on their side. The temple instead gives us a few hours of peace, we see that the monks here smoke a lot of cigarettes. The temple is free because it does not seem to be touristy. In fact we see around many of the faithful. We climb up to the top and once you get off we hear music coming from the temple below. The monks are doing some ceremony, singing and playing gongs. We see a ceremony that is authentic, not for tourists. We are very happy, we leave a small donation to a goddess with fish tail hoping she’ll help us.
Depressed we go to eat a giant platter of stuff for a few euro. The next day we go to the Hui market, obviously we do not have any photos. The Hui are Chinese Muslims. It’s a nice market, the mosque at the center, selling everything, even pork penises. We eat for the first time the steamed dumplings, I say without meat and they understand, are stuffed with carrots and the very good pasta resembles that of steamed bread.
Xining is full of shops selling Caterpillar Fungus. We met those several times since Urumqi and we had not yet figured out what it was. It’s the stuff the nomads tried to sell us after the pass a few days ago. In practice it is a caterpillar dead because of a fungus that comes out of his head. Located in the mountains above 3000msl, is gatheres in the month of May (it is explained by the owner of the hostel) and costs a lot, from 3000 to 50.000$ a kg. It contributed in 2004 as 8.5% of the Tibet GDP. According to Tibetan medicine it is good at almost everything, from virility to cancer treatment.
We also discover that our visa is of type M, business one, and in theory it couldn’t even be extended. We contact Serik, of the Kazakh agency, he says he applied for a tourist visa and that is a mistake of the Chinese embassy and the Chinese says it is the Kazakh agency fault to have applied for a business visa because it costs less. We will never know what the truth is. We go to the station of Xining, the shipping office there is a very pretty girl who thanks to the translator in the phone can talk to us. Here we leave the bikes that will be shipped today to Qingdao while we do the ticket for tomorrow night at 11, today there was no room. Thirty hours of train hard seat will take us across the China, we will arrive on July 5 and take a ferry to South Korea, where we can freely stay for up to three months.
The temple is unknown to tourism fortunately, is free and so authentic. The last part of the road is unpaved but they are asphalting, a sign that soon there will be a parking lot and you will pay even here. We buy the yogurt yak milk with sugar over by some ladies out of the temple. We are at an altitude of 2800 meters, the temple is wonderful, in the mountains, from the top you see the golden roof of the main temple. The monks are really nice and one of them wants to show us a video in English of a living Buddha but can not find it in the phone. We are statled when we realize the Chinese girl (the student) does not even know who Buddha is. For real. Around 17 we go. We take a taxi and then the bus back to Xining. We eat a rubberish ball covered with sesame seeds and prepare our things for the next day by train. At 21:45 we take a taxi to the station, our bikes are now half way.