After an early morning walk around the streets of Urumqi saying goodbye to the cigarette smoke and pollution haze, I went back to the hotel for breakfast. It turns out that other people in my group had a bad night with some of the young staff living it up and being noisy. At 3am, they knocked on the door and claimed the guests had not paid their bill and that they should pay or leave. One of them was clearly drunk and they caused a disturbance for an hour or so. Apparently, they had to violently wrestle their drunk friend and impound him in his room. A few other things happened as well. I’m glad I wasn’t on that floor. They did come knocking on my door but it wasn’t as extreme as the other guests.
It was a crazy hotel experience overall. It was a uyghur owned hotel and authorised by the Chinese government to accept foreigners (not many hotels can). Most of the staff had no grasp of English and also didn’t really want to try to communicate. There was total confusion over our bookings, breakfast, everything really…. All signs were in Uyghur and chinese so it was a bit hit and miss.
So it wasn’t with sadness that we bid farewell to Urumqi and the Tumaris Hotel.