Xi’an is way up in the middle of China, and
was the original capital, from the time of the violent unification of the Six
Kingdoms by the first emperor, Qin Shihuang, before 200BC, until it was moved
to Beijing about 600 years ago. It
has the world’s biggest city wall, a modern rebuild but encasing the earlier
work, a 12km rectangular perimeter, and very impressive too. At its centre is
the Ming-era Bell Tower, which used to chime out to regulate the hours of the
great city. From it, wide avenues
radiate to the city gates north, south, east and west. Of course, the city now spills out well
beyond the centre, and major construction is as evident here as everywhere in
China.
Quickly through two more new mega airports,
and a Wacky Races style taxi drive, and we are in the centre of Xi’an. First impressions: a bit more down at
heel than Chengdu, cooler, more dusty.
More edgy, more exotic. On
a first walk round, we found ourselves in the area occupied by people of the
Uighur nationality (or Hui to Hong and Chinese people generally), a Turkic
muslim people from China’s distant west bordering Kaskhstan.

After becoming the capital, it developed as
a major trading centre: it was the eastern end of the Silk Road that saw rare
goods carried back through the deserts to the west, to Lebanon, Egypt and from
there to Europe, with European products such as iron goods coming the other way. The Uighur
presence here no doubt owes its origins to this trading route.
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