Route 219, from Yecheng to Ali
Tuesday, December 1st, 1998
The Aksai Chin felt like the ultimate isolation. A desert from Ladakh to the Chang Tang of Northern Tibet, we were crossing a swathe of land where nothing lived. The altitude and dry air made the few colours incredibly vivid, and gave everything an even more surreal feeling.
Just as the railroad opened up the American West, the dust track of Route 219 eternally altered the Tibetan and Chinese far west, making accessible in days a region where travel was once measured by months and seasons.
The road along the western frontier stretches from dusty Yecheng – a town far beyond it’s heyday on the southern rim of the Taklamakan desert – to Lhatze, where it meets the more substantial Friendship Highway between the Himalayan capitals of Kathmandu and Lhasa. Built to assert Chinese control right to the crests of the Himalaya, the track – for it is never much more than that – winds for over 2000km through some of the starkest and most absolute landscape in the world. Peppered by occasional distance (km) marker posts and an endless string of telegraph poles, it crosses some of the worlds highest motorable passes (at least three exceeding 5000m, and one above 5400m), and winds across the Aksai Chin, an inhospitably bleak high-altitude desert, elevated above 5km.
