The name means 'beautiful pasture' in Mongolian, and the first thing you notice from the street is that it still looks like one — a snow wall of the Tianshan standing over the rooftops in every gap between buildings. Urumqi sits on the northern foot of the range, on the edge of the Junggar Basin, and it has been the working hub of north Xinjiang since the Qing moved the administration here in 1884.
It is a young, practical, multi-ethnic city rather than a pretty one. What it gives a traveller is threefold. First, the Grand Bazaar at Erdaoqiao, a few acres of Islamic domes, copperware, atlas silk, dried fruit and kebab smoke — the whole region compressed into one commercial quarter. Second, the Regional Museum, where the desiccated dead of the Tarim Basin, including the 3,800-year-old Loulan beauty, make the abstract idea of the Silk Road suddenly literal. Third, easy day trips: Heavenly Lake under Mount Bogda is two hours away, the Kazakh pastures of the Nanshan are one, and Turpan is under two hours by train.
Eating is half the reason to come. Urumqi food is halal, built on mutton, beef, dairy and wheat: big-plate chicken with belt noodles, hand-pulled laghman, pilaf studded with carrot and mutton fat, samsa baked against the wall of the naan oven, and pepper-numb chicken that locals queue for. Fruit is the other half — the saying runs that Turpan has the grapes, Korla the pears and Yecheng the pomegranates, and all of it ends up in Urumqi's markets.
It is also the staging post for everything beyond. Flights fan out to Kashgar, Khotan, Altay and Yining; coaches leave the north and south terminals for Burqin, Bole and the whole North Xinjiang loop. Come in June to October, book your bed before you land in high summer, and give the city three days before you set off.