Continuation from Kanas - The town of Meanders.
Kanas brought our trekking to halt, for we hired a couple of Jeep Cherokees that drove us to Baihaba, a town at which China stops and Kazakhstan starts. Baihaba, a town which somewhat resembled Hemu, was one of the prettiest towns I've ever seen. On one side there are a series of white peaks and pinnacles and on the other, brown bald hills of Kazakhstan. It contained only wooden structures; the roads were canopied by yellow birch trees and were adorned by the withered leaves of the same. A horse-wagon drove us, like a tortoise, to Kazakh border and the bogey of bad luck followed us, for we were spotted by the army personnel who confiscated all my friend's identification cards. But we had our share of good luck too; they returned it later without any bickering. Just as in Hemu, I rushed to surrounding hills at wee hours to satisfy my camera's lust and waited for the sun to cheer the morn. She was happy as she saw and recorded the misty Kazak hills and the resplendent vista of Baihaba town.