Livestock market in Kashgar
On Sunday 5 September, we visited the famous livestock market in Kashgar. That was really something to see! Amazing.
On the way there, we saw a lot of farmers bringing what they wanted to sell to the market.
The market itself was divided into sections for different kinds of animals. First came the sheep, who all got to meet a very skilled barber.
Afterwards they were all very elegant.
Goats were also for sale.
As were donkeys, who really made a lot of noise in the way one reads about in children's books.
In the innermost part of the market was the horse market. A lot of things were happening here. I stayed for quite some time to look, while I was thinking of my great grand-father Alrik Johansson, who was a horse trader. I bet that horse markets in Sweden did not look that different in the 1910s from how this one looks.
I guess that this is a seller who is showing his horse to interested onlookers.
Rather often a guy was riding a horse. I never figured out whether these were sellers demonstrating the abilities of their horses, or buyers who took them for a trial run. They rode fast at any rate. Some of the horses seemed almost untamed. This guy managed well without a saddle.
Others were demonstrating the speed of the horses by getting them to run around in this way. This is when I stayed close to a cart in order not to get in the way.
Towards the wall stood groups of elders, who followed everything very attentively. Don't they look as if they are thinking that the horses were better back in the fifties? Not too impressed.
I think this is the handshake that sealed the deal. They were shaking hands for a very long time, and it really looked like one had bought a horse from the other.
I have more pictures from the Livestock market, but I'll break off here. Notice how nice and blue the sky is in that last photo. That was taken perhaps half an hour before the photo of the old men and the photo of the man riding, in which the distance is rather hazy. The sandstorm that stranded us in Kashgar started while we were at the Livestock market, and I think it started between those two photos. And since I am on the subject, this is what the sand storm looked like. It is in the middle of the afternoon, not at night.
On the way there, we saw a lot of farmers bringing what they wanted to sell to the market.
The market itself was divided into sections for different kinds of animals. First came the sheep, who all got to meet a very skilled barber.
Afterwards they were all very elegant.
Goats were also for sale.
As were donkeys, who really made a lot of noise in the way one reads about in children's books.
In the innermost part of the market was the horse market. A lot of things were happening here. I stayed for quite some time to look, while I was thinking of my great grand-father Alrik Johansson, who was a horse trader. I bet that horse markets in Sweden did not look that different in the 1910s from how this one looks.
I guess that this is a seller who is showing his horse to interested onlookers.
Rather often a guy was riding a horse. I never figured out whether these were sellers demonstrating the abilities of their horses, or buyers who took them for a trial run. They rode fast at any rate. Some of the horses seemed almost untamed. This guy managed well without a saddle.
Others were demonstrating the speed of the horses by getting them to run around in this way. This is when I stayed close to a cart in order not to get in the way.
Towards the wall stood groups of elders, who followed everything very attentively. Don't they look as if they are thinking that the horses were better back in the fifties? Not too impressed.
I think this is the handshake that sealed the deal. They were shaking hands for a very long time, and it really looked like one had bought a horse from the other.
I have more pictures from the Livestock market, but I'll break off here. Notice how nice and blue the sky is in that last photo. That was taken perhaps half an hour before the photo of the old men and the photo of the man riding, in which the distance is rather hazy. The sandstorm that stranded us in Kashgar started while we were at the Livestock market, and I think it started between those two photos. And since I am on the subject, this is what the sand storm looked like. It is in the middle of the afternoon, not at night.
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