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Thailand: The Monaco of Asia

sunny 22 °C


From the minute we touch down in Bangkok, I can sense I'm going to love this city. We're whisked out of the airport on a modern, clean train whose wagons have been swept while we waited in single-file lines for the policeman's signal to board. We connect to the elevated Sky Train that moves the masses on several levels just meters above the densely packed streets of the city.
Skytrain at night, Bangkok, Thailand

Skytrain at night, Bangkok, Thailand


The River View Guest House is tucked away on a tiny "soi" (lane). The reward for finding it is a lovely room ($30/night) and a sweeping 180° view from the rooftop restaurant/lounge.
Room, River View Guest House, Bangkok, Thailand

Room, River View Guest House, Bangkok, Thailand


River View Guest House with panoramic view, Bangkok, Thailand

River View Guest House with panoramic view, Bangkok, Thailand

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View of Chao Praya River from River View Guest House, Bangkok, Thailand

View of Chao Praya River from River View Guest House, Bangkok, Thailand

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The city center is hot, humid and crowded, but the cooled Sky Train conveniently opens its doors in front of walkways and escalators leading to numerous shopping centers filled with stores, restaurants, spas and food courts all leading to more, ad infinitum. The range of offers, from malls filled with souvenirs and knock offs, to gleaming spreads of haute couture and luxury goods is astounding. The future is right here, right now.Ultra modern, Bangkok, Thailand

Ultra modern, Bangkok, Thailand


Sleek shopping mall, Bangkok, Thailand

Sleek shopping mall, Bangkok, Thailand


Sky train and shopping center, Bangkok, Thailand

Sky train and shopping center, Bangkok, Thailand


In between the soaring skyscrapers and construction sites lie traditional neighborhoods connected by narrow (soi) lanes, filled with vendors peddling an array of street food unmatched in Asia.
Roasted duck vendor, Bangkok, Thailand

Roasted duck vendor, Bangkok, Thailand


Chinatown, Bangkok, Thailand

Chinatown, Bangkok, Thailand


And here, on one of the busiest intersections downtown, with determined peacefulness, people move about the small open-air Erawan Shrine where 20 innocent people (predominantly ethnic Chinese) lost their lives in an act of terror in August. Chilling to think of such acts possibly being "the new normal".
Erawan Shrine, Bangkok, Thailand

Erawan Shrine, Bangkok, Thailand

Erawan Shrine, Bangkok, Thailand

Erawan Shrine, Bangkok, Thailand


One way to escape Bangkok's notorious traffic jams is to ride the river boats which ferry passengers up and down the Chao Phraya. The boats barely stop to let passengers on and off and it's best not to sit by the edge as the choppy waves created by river traffic cough up sprays of nasty water. The piercing rattle of a metal canister reminds you to pay and don't think for a minute that you can bluff the lady in charge who's shaking it. She knows exactly how far you paid to ride.
Chao Praya River, Bangkok, Thailand

Chao Praya River, Bangkok, Thailand


View of River View Guest House from the boat, Bangkok, Thailand

View of River View Guest House from the boat, Bangkok, Thailand


We step off the boat and wind though a typical market that leads to the Wat Pho, the 16th century temple housing Thailand's largest reclining Buddha covered in gold leaf and intricate mother of pearl designs.
Reclining Buddha, Wat Pho, Bangkok Thailand

Reclining Buddha, Wat Pho, Bangkok Thailand


Wat Pho temple Bangkok, Thailand

Wat Pho temple Bangkok, Thailand


Next door is the Grand Palace, the royal family's former residence. It's only open thru mid-afternoon, so get there early. If the heat doesn't crush you, the hoards of Chinese tourists will. Within the palace complex lies the highlight, the Temple of the Emerald Buddha (Wat Phra Kaeo). Photos are not allowed. The actual Buddha is surprisingly small, but the temple itself and the atmosphere of reverence, as in the Wat Pho temple, is palpable.
Grand Palace Bangkok, Thailand

Grand Palace Bangkok, Thailand


Wall paintings at Wat Phra Kaeo, Bangkok, Thailand

Wall paintings at Wat Phra Kaeo, Bangkok, Thailand

Wat Phra Kaeo, Temple of the Emerald Buddha, Bangkok, Thailand

Wat Phra Kaeo, Temple of the Emerald Buddha, Bangkok, Thailand

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It happens to be the festival of Loi Krathong, when locals pay homage to the goddess of water by releasing floating baskets with candles and flowers on the river as evening falls. Men with ingenious contraptions lower the baskets on this particularly windy night, eliciting cries of joy from those whose offerings remain lit on the choppy water.
Loi Krathong festival, Bangkok, Thailand

Loi Krathong festival, Bangkok, Thailand


Scoring seats on the train to Ayutthaya, a UNESCO World Heritage site, is like a game of musical chairs with everyone scrambling when the doors open, but once settled, the 3 hour ride is a warm breeze. Good Morning Tamarind Guesthouse is pretty rustic, but for 16 euros, we've got clean sheets, A/C and a hot shower.
Room,  Good Morning Tamarind Guesthouse, Ayutthaya, Thailand

Room, Good Morning Tamarind Guesthouse, Ayutthaya, Thailand


From the 14th to 18th centuries Ayutthaya was the capital of Thailand. The ruins of the ancient city are easily visited by bicycle or with uniquely shaped tuk tuks. Although well-preserved, many of the structures appear ready to topple over.
Tuk tuk, Ayutthaya, Thailand

Tuk tuk, Ayutthaya, Thailand


Wat Phra Ram, Ayutthaya, Thailand

Wat Phra Ram, Ayutthaya, Thailand

Wat Phra Mahathat, Ayutthaya, Thailand

Wat Phra Mahathat, Ayutthaya, Thailand


One of the most intriguing sites is the Buddha head entangled in the roots of a tree.
Wat Phra Mahathat, Ayutthaya, Thailand

Wat Phra Mahathat, Ayutthaya, Thailand


As we watch the sun go down on the ruins of Wat Chai Wattanaram, little do we realize that getting back to town at night will be a challenge.Wat Chai Wattanaram, Ayutthaya, Thailand

Wat Chai Wattanaram, Ayutthaya, Thailand

Wat Chai Wattanaram, Ayutthaya, Thailand

Wat Chai Wattanaram, Ayutthaya, Thailand


The tuk tuks have gone home and we are left standing on a busy road chewing the dust kicked-up by passing vehicles. Eventually, a Thai man in a rental car offers us a ride. He's here to run the marathon taking place tomorrow at 5:30AM to beat the heat. Up early, we see a few runners. The funny thing is that instead of us cheering them on, they all wave at us!

A hot day of sightseeing, ends on the night market for dinner. While I go for grilled fish and veggies, the photographer plows right into a medley of deep fried creepy crawlers including, ants, worms, larvae and ultimate favorite, crickets.
Dinner on the night market, Ayutthaya, Thailand

Dinner on the night market, Ayutthaya, Thailand

Assorted deep fried critters, Ayutthaya, Thailand

Assorted deep fried critters, Ayutthaya, Thailand

Crispy cricket, Ayutthaya, Thailand

Crispy cricket, Ayutthaya, Thailand


His Majesty, King Bhumibol Adulyadei, is revered in Thailand and considered the "Father of the Thai Nation.” To celebrate his 88th birthday, Father's Day and the country's National Day, his son, the Crown Prince, has organized a countrywide cycling event to take place over several days in December. For weeks leading up to the event, locals have been proudly sporting yellow t-shirts with "Bike for Dad" and other slogans.
Long live the King! Ayutthaya, Thailand

Long live the King! Ayutthaya, Thailand


Over the last 3 years, we have been on many buses, but never have we seen long distance buses this glamorous. Standing two buses tall, Thailand's VIP buses are super modern and comfortable with extra wide, cushy seats and clean toilets.
Luxury bus, Thailand

Luxury bus, Thailand


Sukhothai, the older Thai capital (13th century) also a UNESCO World Heritage site, is a beautifully maintained historical park completely set off from the town. A sorngtaaou, kind of oversized pick-up truck with benches in the back, runs to and from the park along the main road throughout the day, doubling as a school bus during peak hours.
Wat Mahathat, Sukhothai, Thailand

Wat Mahathat, Sukhothai, Thailand

Schoolgirls, Sukkothai, Thailand

Schoolgirls, Sukkothai, Thailand

Fresh coconut juice, Sukhothai, Thailand

Fresh coconut juice, Sukhothai, Thailand


EZ House is on the main road and our room for 18 euros is sparkling new. There isn't much around, but we manage with a local restaurant on the street and a 7/11, the most popular convenience store in Thailand.
EZ House, Sukhothai, Thailand

EZ House, Sukhothai, Thailand


With typical Thai kindness, the manager of our hotel purchases our bus tickets to Chang Mai and drives us to the station where again we ride in style. Chiang Mai is a 2-part bustling city. The tourist center with beautiful temples, shops and hotels sits within ancient walls surrounded by a vibrant, ever-expanding modern city.
Offering food and respect to a monk, Chiang Mai, Thailand

Offering food and respect to a monk, Chiang Mai, Thailand


Every Sunday afternoon, a walking market takes over the main street with food, clothing, souvenirs, makeshift massage stalls, and musicians. We inch along when suddenly the Thai national anthem blares from loudspeakers and the thousands of people in the street simply freeze for the duration. We saw this in Bangkok as well, at 6PM everyday, everyone just stops and then, without a beat, life resumes after the last note.Massage at the Sunday Market, Chiang Mai, Thailand

Massage at the Sunday Market, Chiang Mai, Thailand


Perched on a hilltop about 20 minutes out of town is the Wat Phra That Doi Suthep temple. While the temple itself is quite beautiful, it is on the steps leading to it where we have an epiphany: mini coconut pancakes washed down with a cappuccino from a local in the know with a pro coffee machine!
Cooking quail eggs and coconut pancakes, Chiang Mai, Thailand

Cooking quail eggs and coconut pancakes, Chiang Mai, Thailand

Wat Phra That Doi Suthep, Chiang Mai, Thailand

Wat Phra That Doi Suthep, Chiang Mai, Thailand

Wat Phra That Doi Suthep, Chiang Mai, Thailand

Wat Phra That Doi Suthep, Chiang Mai, Thailand


Also doing a thrift business on the steps are children from local hill tribes dressed in traditional garb. Notice one little girl's enthusiasm... Regretfully, as long as tourists continue to pay for the pose, these kids won't go to school and their parents will continue to use them as a source of revenue.
Girls from the Lahu hill tribe, Chiang Mai, Thailand

Girls from the Lahu hill tribe, Chiang Mai, Thailand


It's a minivan ride on endlessly winding roads to Pai, the hippie enclave on a river that got stuck in time. The scene at the bus stand is hilarious. Dozens of tattooed 20-somethings with guitars and hiking boots pour out of several vans clamoring to find cheap guesthouses and rent scooters. I'm feeling old as we walk to the Canary Guesthouse on the other side of a rickety bridge, until I spot a few real hippies.
Night market, Pai, Thailand

Night market, Pai, Thailand


Our spartan room has a good bed with a mosquito net, though there haven't been many since we arrived in Thailand and here in Pai, the weather is downright chilly at night. The bathroom is attached, but somewhat open-air. This is one of the nicer rooms, facing the river - 19 euros, and far enough from the party scene.
Room, Canary Guesthouse, Pai, Thailand

Room, Canary Guesthouse, Pai, Thailand

Exterior view room (middle), Canary Guesthouse, Pai, Thailand

Exterior view room (middle), Canary Guesthouse, Pai, Thailand


It's another few curvy minivan hours to Mae Hong Son a jewel of a town with few tourists surrounded by green hills near the border of Burma (Myanmar). Two pretty temples sit on the small Jong Kham lake in the center of town. In the evening, artisans and food vendors set up around the lake which lights up like a postcard.
Mae Hong Son, Thailand

Mae Hong Son, Thailand


Wat Chong Klang, Mae Hong Son, Thailand

Wat Chong Klang, Mae Hong Son, Thailand


BBQ by the lake, Mae Hong Son, Thailand

BBQ by the lake, Mae Hong Son, Thailand


Sunrise, Wat Chong Klang, Mae Hong Son, Thailand

Sunrise, Wat Chong Klang, Mae Hong Son, Thailand


After one night at an overpriced dump, I don't care how nice they are, called Boondee House, we move to Piya Guest House right on the lake. The lovely room is only 19 euros! Over breakfast at the Sunflower Cafe, we meet an Austrian transplant who unknowingly provides the title of this blog entry when he proclaims, "Thailand is the Monaco of Asia". At the time, I'm not exactly sure what he means, but as I write this, I have since visited Burma and Cambodia and while both countries have many wonderful qualities which I promise to write about soon, neither comes close to the cleanliness, culinary achievements and comfort that Thailand offers.
Piya Guest House, with temples in the background, Mae Hong Son, Thailand

Piya Guest House, with temples in the background, Mae Hong Son, Thailand

Pool, Piya Guest House, Mae Hong Son, Thailand

Pool, Piya Guest House, Mae Hong Son, Thailand

Room, Piya Guest House, Mae Hong Son, Thailand

Room, Piya Guest House, Mae Hong Son, Thailand


The city of Chiang Rai really doesn't do it for me. Maybe it's the neighborhood. Tourist bars and massage parlors, with an assortment of women and transgenders hawking their services, line the surrounding streets.
1 hour foot massage $6, Chiang Rai, Thailand

1 hour foot massage $6, Chiang Rai, Thailand


There is however one site not to be missed: Wat Rong, the White Temple. Brainchild of the excessively talented, Chalermchai Kositpipat, a prolific local artist, the renovation of a crumbling temple has morphed into a massive personal project that will eclipse his own life. Pieces of mirror embedded in bright white plaster glimmer in the sun from every angle. This is the definition of bling, but beyond the Disneyesque facade lies one man's vision to offer his community a grandiose center of Buddhism.
White Temple, Chiang Rai, Thailand

White Temple, Chiang Rai, Thailand

White Temple, Chiang Rai, Thailand

White Temple, Chiang Rai, Thailand

Do not mess with this traffic cone, Chiang Rai, Thailand

Do not mess with this traffic cone, Chiang Rai, Thailand


Our Thai visa is about to expire. It's time to make a visa run. We dedicate one full day to go to Laos (pronounced Lao) and back. Start 8AM. It takes 2 buses and a tuk tuk to reach the border where our Thai visas are stamped for exit. Another tuk tuk takes us to the official shuttle bus across the bridge to Laos. Fill out the form, pay the fee (or not depending on your passport), get the entry stamp, step thru the turnstile, turnaround, get the exit stamp, take the shuttle back across the bridge, tuk tuk back to the Thai border, fill out the form, get the new Thai visa, tuk tuk to the bus stand, 2 buses back to square one. Finish 9PM.

In a prelude to Cambodia we are heading to the small town of Phimai (central Thailand) to visit a couple of Khmer temples built in the 10th century, 100 years before those of Angkor Wat. To break up the long journey, we spend a night in the town of Phitsanulok "Philok". It's a warm breezy evening and we head over to an open-air bar just in front of our hotel. To our surprise and delight, they have a long list of Belgian beer. And, as if on cue, a street vendor pops into the bar with a tray full of savoury snacks to accompany our drinks!
Almost forgot the photo! Phitsanulok, Thailand

Almost forgot the photo! Phitsanulok, Thailand


Khmer temple, Phimai, Thailand

Khmer temple, Phimai, Thailand

School kids visiting Khmer temple, Phimai, Thailand

School kids visiting Khmer temple, Phimai, Thailand

Portable rest stop, Phimai, Thailand

Portable rest stop, Phimai, Thailand


With no reservation in Phimai, we settle on the first guest house we find for a mere 10 euros, but we can barely move in the tiny room. After a cold shower the next morning, we move to the nicest place in town, Paradise Hotel for 12 euros. It's luxurious in comparison and boasts a swimming pool... In the parking lot...
Paradise Hotel, Phimai, Thailand

Paradise Hotel, Phimai, Thailand


It's been over a month in Thailand and we've yet to see a beach so we make our way to the island of Koh Kood (Ko Kut). The ferry from Trat takes about 2 hours. It's a good idea to reserve lodging in advance because on arrival, you are directed to one of the waiting sorngtaaous according to your hotel. Aside from these pick-ups and a few local vehicles, there are no cars on the island which is really nice. Scooters are available for rent and everyone's got one. The island is very hilly and it takes some getting used to the dramatic ups and downs, but once you feel comfortable, it's a fun way to explore the island which never feels crowded. Every beach is beautiful, with crystal clear, warm shallow water and nice white sand.
Siam Beach, Ko Kut, Thailand

Siam Beach, Ko Kut, Thailand

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Our first hotel, Siam Hut (23 euros with breakfast) is on the prettiest stretch of Siam beach. Although our bungalow is technically on the sea, it's second row in between 2 bungalows which would be fine if the ground around it was a bit more manicured. For now, cement planks, tires, building materials and garbage litter the area. The wide spaces between the floorboards make me nervous about creepy crawlers, one of which I eventually have to vanquish on my own. However, the restaurant area is pretty and overall the setting is quite nice.
Siam Hut bungalows, Ko Kut, Thailand

Siam Hut bungalows, Ko Kut, Thailand

Reception and restaurant, Siam Hut, Ko Kut, Thailand

Reception and restaurant, Siam Hut, Ko Kut, Thailand


We explore the other beaches on the island and decide to stay longer moving to the small but charming bungalows of I-Lay House on Ao Phrao beach (44 euros with breakfast).
I-Lay House, Ko Kut, Thailand

I-Lay House, Ko Kut, Thailand

Bungalow, I-Lay House, Ko Kut, Thailand

Bungalow, I-Lay House, Ko Kut, Thailand

Interior bungalow, I-Lay House, Ko Kut, Thailand

Interior bungalow, I-Lay House, Ko Kut, Thailand

A day of snorkeling with BB Divers takes us to several dive spots in Koh Rang National Park. While the coral isn't spectacular, it's a fun day of swimming with colorful fish and making new friends.
Snorkeling, Ko Rang National Park, Thailand

Snorkeling, Ko Rang National Park, Thailand


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Koh Kood (Ko Kut) is one of those places that you want to tell everyone about yet hesitate to do so fearing overdevelopment. For the time being, it seems that the parties, jet skies and rambunctious tourists are content ravaging the bigger island of Koh Rang leaving the rest of us to chill here in tranquility.

What a perfect way to end our visit to Thailand.

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Touting Tajikistan and Afghanistan

sunny 16 °C

Aside from one local family, we are the only people crossing the border at Denau, Uzbekistan into Tajikistan which seems great until we realize that the border guards are restless. Within a few minutes, I'm feigning a polite smile as a woman meticulously removes, unfolds, opens and inspects every single item I'm carrying. She neatly piles my affairs on a small table and invites me to repack while she works her way through all the files and photos on my IPAD. Meanwhile, on the men's side, the official briefly scans the backpack before concentrating on the laptop searching for pornographic images, launching advanced queries, opening all folders, documents, etc. A good 45 minutes later we're cleared but left wondering where the line is between, personal private property and contraband materials.

With no hotel booked in Dushanbe, the taxi drops us at an Italian cafe with wifi listed in our guidebook.
Segafredo, our goto coffee place in Dushanbe

Segafredo, our goto coffee place in Dushanbe

The price for accommodation varies tremendously from one Central Asian capital to another and finding something better than a dorm room with shared bath in our budget is proving difficult here. Even Airbnb has little to offer until I notice that one guy writes that his place is near the cafe we're sitting in. 15 minutes later, he meets us and soon we are settled into a fully-equipped, way too big for our purposes, apartment for a most reasonable $50/night.
Bedroom, Dushanbe

Bedroom, Dushanbe


Living room, Dushanbe

Living room, Dushanbe

Kitchen, Dushanbe

Kitchen, Dushanbe

Delighted to read good reviews of an Indian restaurant in town, we rush over to offer our palates respite from our fatty kebab diet now going on 2 months. As we savor each morsel of chicken tikka masala our table by the window offers a curious spectacle outside: Police systematically stop cars, pocket some money and wave drivers on. On the main street, there are cops every few blocks engaged in this choreography.
Dushanbe, Tajikistan

Dushanbe, Tajikistan


Police Dushanbe

Police Dushanbe

The mountain village of Khorog is the start/end point for a visit of the Pamir Mountains and the Wakhan Valley. Getting there is a 15 hour shared jeep adventure. It's crucial to pick a good jeep, preferably a Toyota Land Cruiser, and a comfortable seat towards the front, with a headrest. It's not possible to reserve a seat in advance, so we get to the taxi stand at 7AM where drivers are already vying for business. Jeeps only leave when they are full, and full means whatever they can get away with. We are firm, 3 not 4 people in our row. Luckily, our jeep fills within 30 minutes and we're off. As we leave town, we are flagged down by a cop. Our driver pays to pass. It's a beautiful albeit bumpy, dusty ride through a relatively arid landscape with numerous stops along the way for food, cigarettes (our driver is not happy because we won't let him smoke in the car or blast electro pop music) and toilets, some of the worst I've seen anywhere. Yes, that includes India.

It's midnight when we arrive in the small town of Khorog only to find that the room we thought reserved at Lal Inn is not. With no other options and despite the roaring slumber of 2 guys in the beds next to us, we crash in the dorm. ($15/person with breakfast). The next day, we splurge for a double room with private bath. ($50 euros for two with breakfast)
Lal Inn, Khorog

Lal Inn, Khorog

A green park with tall leafy trees marks the center of town. Chor Bagh restaurant sits in a corner of the park overhanging the raging, thick grey water of the river that rushes past with melodic vibration. Unfortunately, the food doesn't rate, but it's a very pretty place to chill with an ice-cold beer.
Chor Bagh restaurant in the park, Khorog

Chor Bagh restaurant in the park, Khorog

Eating ice cream in the park, Khorog

Eating ice cream in the park, Khorog

We meet Ergash and his Toyota Land Cruiser through our guest house, and within an hour, we've plotted a 6-day circuit in the Pamir. Although it does put a dent in our budget, as in Kyrgyzstan, it simply makes sense as public transportation is limited and sporadic particularly in remote regions. Admittedly spoiled by Alexey's pimped jeep in Kyrgyzstan, we are a bit let down by this older, less comfortable model but confident as it's a Land Cruiser. The first bit of news is that the infamous Pamir Highway is partially closed due to an avalanche and we'll have to take a secondary road. Thanks to our recent experience with the Off Road Kings in Kyrgystan, we are not nervous about the jeep bouncing along this pitted, rocky dirt road. However, on just the first day we do wonder what the hell he's thinking when Ergash attempts a deep river crossing and gets stuck! As he shifts between forward and reverse, and the tires spin and slam against rocks, the level of swiftly flowing water creeps up on the doors. No one utters a word, but the trickle of sweat that escapes his forehead tells me, Ergash isn't sure we're getting thru dry either. But persistence pays off and with a huge jerk, we're suddenly propelled to the other side landing with a crushing thud onto actual pavement. Amid a collective exhale, he announces, welcome to the Pamir Highway!
Day 1: Khorog to Boulun Kul

Day 1: Khorog to Boulun Kul

Day 1: Khorog to Boulun Kul

Day 1: Khorog to Boulun Kul

It's unclear why the village of Boulun Kul holds the title of coldest village in all of Tajikistan. At 3737 meters/12260 feet, it's certainly not the highest point in the country, but it sits on an open plateau fully exposed to a steadfast wind. It's late afternoon so Ergash drops us by Lake Yashikul for some exploration before dark.
Day 1: Village of Boulun Kul

Day 1: Village of Boulun Kul


Day 1: Lake Yashikul, Boulun Kul

Day 1: Lake Yashikul, Boulun Kul

We walk the 5kms back to the village which is just a few rows of small houses making it easy to find our jeep parked in front of our homestay ($30 for 2 with dinner and breakfast).
Day 1: Village of Boulun Kul

Day 1: Village of Boulun Kul


Day 1: Boulun Kul

Day 1: Boulun Kul

The room is actually two rooms with a separate entrance, but having a door means nothing as the kids open it to look at us and giggle, while the parents come in and out freely. The lady of the house serves us dinner, a clear soup with one piece of carrot, a quarter potato and traditional round bread at a low table with floor cushions in the larger room. As is customary at all meals, there's a pot of black or green tea, colorful bowls of jam, yak butter (an acquired taste), wafer cookies and individually wrapped candies on the table. In the other room, she prepares our bed, a pile of traditional handmade thick duvet-type blankets covered with clean sheets and more blankets on top. The blankets, visible in every home and yurt across Central Asia, are part of the bride's dowry and illustrate the family's wealth. There's a small sink by the door, but no water. Just as I'm trying to work out the mechanics, the husband arrives with a bucket of hot water and fills the tank on top. He shows me how the pedal below releases the flow. This is the shower. The wood outhouse is a two person affair with no privacy about 100 meters away. Thankfully, I'm alone, every time.
Bedroom, homestay, Boulun Kul

Bedroom, homestay, Boulun Kul

Outside our window, a group of men play volleyball until they can no longer see the ball and by 7PM, with little to no electricity; we won't be charging our battery of electronics tonight, the village pretty much goes dark. We lie in our hard but cozy bed on the floor mesmerized by the star spectacle outside our window.
Day 1: Playing volleyball in Boulun Kul

Day 1: Playing volleyball in Boulun Kul

In the morning, Ergash who had proposed eggs for breakfast comes in and announces, "Eggs cancelled". So bread and jam it is. We watch as he dips his bread into a bowl of tea and yak butter...

A few hours further on the Pamir Highway, don't be fooled by the name, there's hardly a smooth patch on this road, lies Murghab.
Day 2: The Pamir Highway

Day 2: The Pamir Highway

Day 2: The road from Boulun Kul to Mourgab

Day 2: The road from Boulun Kul to Mourgab


Day 2: The village of Mourgab in the distance

Day 2: The village of Mourgab in the distance

At 3576 m/11732 ft, this is the biggest town in the Western Pamir and it is one ugly place. Surrounded by a craggy, barren landscape, town is all of a few half-paved roads, with box-shaped houses and an inordinate network of electrical poles connected by seemingly haphazard knots of cables.
Day 2: Murghab the main town on the Pamir Highway

Day 2: Murghab the main town on the Pamir Highway

Day 2: The streets of Murghab

Day 2: The streets of Murghab

Despite all the wiring, there is no electricity: the power station flooded a few weeks ago. The shop, the restaurant and a few guesthouses have generators. Ours at Tulambek Guesthouse ($20 eu for 2 with breakfast) will be on from 8 to 11PM for charging batteries and devices. Luckily the outdoor shower (an extra $2) is solar powered.
Tulambek Guest house Murghab

Tulambek Guest house Murghab

Day 2: Hiking around Murghab

Day 2: Hiking around Murghab

Evening is spent chatting with other travelers in the common room: a French couple who are literally walking through the Pamir, 2 German guys cycling through on their way to Southeast Asia, a Slovekian guy taking time off from his job in Bishkek... Folks are either heading north to the border of Kyrgyzstan, or south towards Khorog so running into people you've met in a guesthouse along the way is fairly common. We are on the look out for the Dutch couple traveling in their own jeep that we met two months ago in Kyrgyzstan. Someone seems to recall having met them recently.

Karakul (3914 m/12841 ft) is a meager village of 30 or so rudimentary houses on the edge of a large pretty turquoise lake of the same name created by a meteorite millions of years ago.
Day 3: The village of Karakul

Day 3: The village of Karakul


Day 3: The road from Murghab to Karakul

Day 3: The road from Murghab to Karakul

Day 3: The road from Murghab to Karakul

Day 3: The road from Murghab to Karakul

Day 3: The road from Murghab to Karakul

Day 3: The road from Murghab to Karakul

The village sits on a long stretch of fenced, undefined territory between Tajikistan and China and is about 60 kms from the Kyrgyz border. The sign by the first house on the village says "STAY" and most people do; bikers, cyclists, vans... There isn't enough water for everyone so I'm hardly surprised when Ergash informs us, "shower cancelled". We hike around the lake in the afternoon until we're beaten back by ferocious mosquitos who are not the slightest bit deterred by our repellant.
Homestay Karakul

Homestay Karakul

Karakul village on the lake

Karakul village on the lake

Day 3: Karakul Lake

Day 3: Karakul Lake

Our room is private and bare with just a few layers of blankets on the floor. The facilities, across the courtyard and up a hill are well, by now you can imagine. $38 for 2 with dinner and breakfast.
Day 4: Homestay Karakul

Day 4: Homestay Karakul


Day 3: Ladies sharing a meal in Karakul

Day 3: Ladies sharing a meal in Karakul

Having already visited Kyrgyzstan, we turn back south to traverse the Wakhan Valley. The landscapes are vast and rocky and the snow on the peaks in the distance remind you that it's only possible to visit this rugged terrain during the summer months.
Day 4: The road from Karakul to Ali Chor

Day 4: The road from Karakul to Ali Chor

Day 4: Somewhere between Karakul and Ali Chor

Day 4: Somewhere between Karakul and Ali Chor

On the way, we stop again in Murghab, for lunch and gas. As with most towns in all the "stans", the main attraction is the bazaar and here the creativity that some have put into their converted cargo containers is impressive. There's no one at the gas station so we stop at the Chinese truck parking, a large fenced-in area on the outskirts of town and wait while Ergash negotiates a reasonable price for Chinese diesel.
Day 2: Murghab with its bazaar operating out of converted cargo containers

Day 2: Murghab with its bazaar operating out of converted cargo containers

Day 2: Bazaar in Murghab

Day 2: Bazaar in Murghab

Day 2: Murghab

Day 2: Murghab

Choking on dust, we pull into the tiny village of Ali Chor late afternoon.
Day 5: Sharing the road with Chinese trucks

Day 5: Sharing the road with Chinese trucks


Day 4: Village of Ali Chor

Day 4: Village of Ali Chor

Day 4: The village of Ali Chor

Day 4: The village of Ali Chor

Day 4: Coffee and hotel sign in Ali Chor

Day 4: Coffee and hotel sign in Ali Chor

Here too we have our own room with a comfy pile of traditional blankets and clean sheets on the floor. The family sleeps in the rooms on either side. There are no doors. $30 for 2 with dinner and breakfast.
Day 5: Our bedroom at a homestay in Ali Chor

Day 5: Our bedroom at a homestay in Ali Chor

Despite the language barrier, the hospitality could not be warmer. The men offer to take us fishing for dinner. We head out in anticipation, but we arrive by the river to find that there are no fish today. Hoping to please us, they set off to buy fish, while we hike back to the village, but when we arrive Ergash informs us "fish cancelled". Dinner will be our favorite - a clear soup with a piece of potato and carrot served with bread and tea. When I ask where I can wash my hands before dinner, the lady explains to Ergash, that only on Saturdays, women convene in the center of the village to wash their hair. As we giggle over the miscommunication, she takes me outside and pours water over my hands. With no electricity, by 7PM we're tucked in.
Portrait Tajik woman with gold teeth

Portrait Tajik woman with gold teeth


Man wearing a traditional felt Kalpak (hat)

Man wearing a traditional felt Kalpak (hat)

Day 4: Two ladies in Ali Chor

Day 4: Two ladies in Ali Chor

Day 4: In the village of Ali Chor

Day 4: In the village of Ali Chor


Day 5: Courageous cyclists on the dusty road from Ali Chor to Yamtchoun

Day 5: Courageous cyclists on the dusty road from Ali Chor to Yamtchoun

Day 5: Ali Chor to Yamtchoun

Day 5: Ali Chor to Yamtchoun

After days of coarse, lunar beige landscapes, the Wakhan Valley, whose roaring rivers separate Tajikistan from Afghanistan sometimes within spitting distance, offers a palette of flowering lush green landscapes and quaint villages. In the miniscule town of Vrang, 2 annoyingly nimble young boys, lead us through planted fields and up a steep path to the remains of a buddhist stupa.
Day 5: Buddhist stupa, village of Vrang

Day 5: Buddhist stupa, village of Vrang

In Langor, the short but somewhat tricky hike to the fort ruins is well worth the effort for the view.
Day 5: Ruins with a view, Fort in Langor

Day 5: Ruins with a view, Fort in Langor

Day 5: View of the fort in Longor

Day 5: View of the fort in Longor

Day 5: View of the fort in Langor

Day 5: View of the fort in Langor


Day 5: Traditional Tajik House (museum) on the road between Ali Chor and Yamtchoun

Day 5: Traditional Tajik House (museum) on the road between Ali Chor and Yamtchoun

Day 5: Ceiling detail, Traditional Tajik House (museum) on the road between Ali Chor and Yamtchoun

Day 5: Ceiling detail, Traditional Tajik House (museum) on the road between Ali Chor and Yamtchoun

Yamtchoun is famous for the Bibi Fatima hot springs. It's here, on the steep winding road leading up that 2 months later we find our Dutch friends, jumping out of our respective jeeps to embrace.

With the encouragement of a dozen other naked ladies, I struggle to last a full 10 minutes in the boiling hot spring waters of Bibi Fatima.
Day 5: After a dip in the hot springs

Day 5: After a dip in the hot springs

At the Sanitarium of Yamtchoun nearby, we are offered nicely made-up mattresses on the floor in a large traditional wooden pavilion where it would be possible to sleep at least 20, but we have the place to ourselves for $16 for the night, no meals.
Day 5: The dorm at the Yamtchoun Sanitarium to ourselves

Day 5: The dorm at the Yamtchoun Sanitarium to ourselves

Day 5: Breakfast at the Sanitarium

Day 5: Breakfast at the Sanitarium


Day 6: The road from Yamtchoun to Khorog, Wakhan Valley

Day 6: The road from Yamtchoun to Khorog, Wakhan Valley

Day 6: The road from Yamtchoun to Khorog, Wakhan Valley

Day 6: The road from Yamtchoun to Khorog, Wakhan Valley

Day 6: The road from Yamtchoun to Khorog

Day 6: The road from Yamtchoun to Khorog

Day 6: The road from Yamtchoun to Khorog, Wakhan Valley

Day 6: The road from Yamtchoun to Khorog, Wakhan Valley

Day 6: The road from Yamtchoun to Khorog

Day 6: The road from Yamtchoun to Khorog

Being so close to Afghanistan is just too tempting for the photographer who was there on several occasions over 30 years ago. So, within an hour, having signed away all responsibility of the Afghan consulate in Khorog, he has obtained a visa. An Australian guy offers to share his ride to the border at Ishkashim (Eshkashim) and I wave the guys off promising not to worry for the next 3 - 4 days, despite the Saturday Afghan market on the bridge (no man's land) which has been cancelled the last few months and stories of Taliban presence in the area. Incidentally, to situate our location we are 40 kms north of Kunduz where the Taliban attacked a couple of weeks after our passage. However, 4 days later, he reappears at Chor Bagh, the pretty restaurant in Khorog park filled with stories of the warm welcome and unparalleled kindness extended by the men encountered in the village, also called Eshkashim, on the Afghan side. In 3 decades, nothing has changed there. Men wear traditional turbans and women are completely veiled in typical blue burkas. So few tourists visit that he is the main attraction and spends his days, photographing, shaking hands, gesticulating and sharing meals with the men of the village.
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Hotel Marco Polo, Eshkashim, Afghanistan

Hotel Marco Polo, Eshkashim, Afghanistan

Hotel Marco Polo, dining room, Eshkashim, Afghanistan

Hotel Marco Polo, dining room, Eshkashim, Afghanistan

It is possible to fly from Khorog to Dushanbe in 45 minutes and though it's billed as a nail-biter , it sounds better than another 15 hour jeep ride. But purchasing a ticket proves impossible despite my best efforts at the cinder block they call the airport where a man on the other side of a narrow hole in a wall waves me off emphatically: tickets are sold out for the month ahead.

The jeep-taxi back to Dushanbe makes the same stops along the route including a restaurant for lunch which has the funniest bathroom. The attendant waves us in together where the stalls have short shower curtains for doors!
Toilet with shower curtain door on the road between Khorog and Dushanbe

Toilet with shower curtain door on the road between Khorog and Dushanbe

We spend a few nights at our favorite Airbnb in Dushanbe where we've now stayed in 3 different apartments owned by various family members in the same building (by our 3rd visit we're now paying $40/night) before flying to Bishkek, Kyrgyzstan for a final week. Our room at the Lavitor hotel and restaurant run by a nice family is a find. It's a bit outside the center of Bishkek, but a $1 cab ride gets us pretty much anywhere. $19/night for a double room.
Lavitor Hotel, Bishkek

Lavitor Hotel, Bishkek

Cappuccino art, Bishkek

Cappuccino art, Bishkek


National Museum, Kyrgyz Independence Day, Bishkek

National Museum, Kyrgyz Independence Day, Bishkek

National Museum, Bishkek

National Museum, Bishkek

On August 31st, Kyrgyzstan's Independence day is celebrated throughout the city and includes an exhibition of Ulak Tartysh (aka buzkashi, kokpar) at the hippodrome. The few women in attendance are tourists like me. After some rather entertaining displays of technical riding, like hitting a target with a bow and arrow from the back of galloping horse, the game begins and it's not for sensitive types. This is a brutal game which consists of two teams on horseback fighting for possession of a beheaded goat and heaving the animal into a goal on either end of the arena. The horses, thick and muscular are trained to fight, and the riders, just as big and strong, jockey for position, dipping way down to lift the heavy beast from the ground, wedging it between leg and saddle to secure it and block opponents as they race toward the goal. It's a grueling display of force and technique and the crowd is wild with excitement as the dead animal is pulverized. Some say the animal is cooked and eaten after the event. We don't stick around to verify.
Ulak Tartysh - traditional Kyrgyz goat polo, Bishkek

Ulak Tartysh - traditional Kyrgyz goat polo, Bishkek

Ulak Tartysh - traditional Kyrgyz goat polo, Bishkek

Ulak Tartysh - traditional Kyrgyz goat polo, Bishkek

Sun protection, Ulak Tartysh - traditional Kyrgyz goat polo, Bishkek

Sun protection, Ulak Tartysh - traditional Kyrgyz goat polo, Bishkek

Young girl with her pet falcon, Bishkek

Young girl with her pet falcon, Bishkek

Ulak Tartysh - traditional Kyrgyz goat polo, Bishkek

Ulak Tartysh - traditional Kyrgyz goat polo, Bishkek

Ulak Tartysh - traditional Kyrgyz goat polo, Bishkek

Ulak Tartysh - traditional Kyrgyz goat polo, Bishkek

And with that we wrap up 3 months in Central Asia. While the food is not great and the accommodations are sometimes quite rustic, the people we've met and the places we've seen in all the "stans" have been worth of any bit of inconvenience. Although there is friction as the governments of these newly independent countries struggle over borders and natural resources, as a tourist you are welcomed to enjoy the rich history culture and immense beauty that each has to offer.

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Uzbekistan, Turquoise tiles and life-size sandcastles

sunny 37 °C


Eager to visit a new "Stan" we get to the Bishkek bus station (naively) thinking we can catch a bus to the border of Kazakhstan. We shuffle from one end of the terminal to the other trying to decipher bits of information and odd stares until it becomes obvious that there is no bus, or no bus within a reasonable time frame, and maybe even that it's a ruse to direct us to the taxi stand, who knows. The system of shared taxis is standard throughout Central Asia. Agree on the rather non-negotiable fare and wait for the car to fill up. This can take anywhere from minutes to hours. If you're in a hurry, you can pay for all the seats.

We are crossing a physical border (into Kazakhstan) the old fashioned way. The drill: shared taxi to the border, get out with your bags, pass the Kyrgyz control for your exit stamp, haul your bags in the blazing sun across the barbwire alley through no man's land to the Kazakh side, find English forms to fill, pass immigration and then wait for your taxi to pick you up and continue on. This too can take a little or a long time. We get thru fairly quickly and wait with our co-riders for our taxi which to my surprise actually arrives.

Like Bishkek, Almaty, is a grid of wide avenues with Soviet style architecture, but here, wealth is apparent. Upscale international shops share real estate with trendy restaurants and fancy hotels. Most of the cars on the smoothly paved streets are European luxury brands.
Abay National Theater and Opera House, Almaty

Abay National Theater and Opera House, Almaty


Almaty subway

Almaty subway

Almaty subway

Almaty subway

Oddly, the Estate Hostel occupies the 9th and 10th floors of an apartment building. It's sparkling clean, modern and comfortable for 29 euros. While we have to share a bathroom, it's luxurious compared to the rustic facilities of the past few weeks in Kyrgyzstan. The only hitch is no A/C and it's stifling, but we spend our days moving from one modern air-cooled restaurant to another.
Estate Hostel, Almaty, Kazakhstan (29 eu/room)

Estate Hostel, Almaty, Kazakhstan (29 eu/room)

Kazakhstan is extremely large and almost totally flat. We decide that we can see enough of it by taking the train to Uzbekistan (+/- 18 hours). A really nice local suggests we can save a lot of time and money by taking the overnight train to Shymkent and then a taxi to the border instead of taking the train all the way to the Uzbek capital Tashkent, which stops at the border for 8 hours. He helps us purchase the tickets from a travel agent who doesn't speak a word of English. Almaty station is absolutely spotless and shockingly empty. Only passengers with tickets can enter the station after several security checks. The train itself looks brand new. Our "Koupé" sleeps 4 with A/C which we share with 2 Kazakh ladies who speak French! Stepping down in Shymkent, we are lucky to find a shared taxi waiting for just 2 more passengers. They drop us at the border where this time we splurge for the porter to wheel our bags across no man's land.
Train Almaty-Shymkent, Kazakhstan

Train Almaty-Shymkent, Kazakhstan

Despite the very nice manager and lovely lady who prepares breakfast, the Hotel Silver in Tashkent can only be described as a dump. Shoddy furniture, a bathroom that floods with every shower and walls so thin, I'm certain I could punch through and scrub my neighbor's back!

Tashkent, is a network of wide, long, relatively empty avenues that branch out from the central, stark Amir Timur Maidoni square. There are police on every corner and in between; absolutely everywhere, all the time, stopping pedestrians and vehicles. You might as well walk around with your bag open and ID in hand. That said, I don't believe we are stopped as often as the locals.
Tashkent, UZ

Tashkent, UZ


Khast Imam square, Tashkent, UZ

Khast Imam square, Tashkent, UZ

Khast Imam mosque, Tashkent, UZ

Khast Imam mosque, Tashkent, UZ

Changing money is fascinating. The black market gets you up to 50% over the official bank rate. At every turn, someone holding a bag offers to change your money. Sometimes, they are lined up next to each other on the street openly vying for your business. We change money at the butcher stand in a covered market near our hotel. 500 euros buys you around 2.3 million soums and the largest banknotes are 5000 s. which makes for a huge block of bills to count. Locals, who rifle thru stacks of bills, are thoroughly entertained by our maladroit counting methods. The difference between the official and black market rates leaves the cost of everything, including hotels, open to negotiation and we learn quickly to settle these matters up front.
Counting bills, UZ

Counting bills, UZ

Hailing a taxi is equally amusing. There are official cars and then there's anyone who's driving. People stop, ask where you want to go and how much you want to pay. It's incredibly convenient, no App required and does not appear to cause rioting.

It's easy to fill a couple of days in Tashkent. The Moyie Mubarek Library houses a 7th century Koran presumed to be one of the oldest specimens in the world and like most, Chorsu Bazaar, whose central green dome can be seen from far away, sells everything edible and then some. The main pavilion houses the cleanest, whitest, freshest smelling stalls of fish, meats, cheeses, and noodles. The balcony level offers a great view, not to mention mountains of dried fruits and nuts.
Chorsu Bazaar, Tashkent, UZ

Chorsu Bazaar, Tashkent, UZ

Strategically located at the intersection of roads leading to China, India and Persia, Samarkand, ruled by various cultures throughout history, was a principal stop on the Silk Route. Ghengis Khan decimated it, while Timur (Tamerlan) and his grandson Uleg Beg rebuilt and made it the cultural/economic center of Central Asia. Some of the oldest madrasas (schools of Islam) in the world stand here.
Sharq train from Tashkent to Samarkand, UZ

Sharq train from Tashkent to Samarkand, UZ


Tila Kari madrasa, Samarkand, UZ

Tila Kari madrasa, Samarkand, UZ

There are dozens of affordable hotels in Samarcande and Jahongir Guest House does not disappoint. The room is fully equipped and for 45 euros includes breakfast. The staff speaks English and have been well-trained in customer service.
Jahongir Guest House, Samarkand, UZ (45 eu/room)

Jahongir Guest House, Samarkand, UZ (45 eu/room)

A short walk past a pretty fountain which locals have mistaken for a swimming pool, a small restaurant behind a big door with a constant twist of smoke luring us in for (our staple) fresh kebabs and tomato salad, gets you to the Registan a collection of mosques, and madrasas once the backdrop of a busy central market. And that animation is precisely what's missing, but the architecture, tile-work and mosaics are so beautifully restored one can almost forgive the sanitized atmosphere. That is until you go inside. There's something unsettling about souvenir shops inside mosques and centers of religious teachings, but shop owners insist it's government policy. There are not many visitors at this time of year (August) when temps soar to the mid 40° C. (>100° F). So little humidity makes it bearable but even the shop keepers are too hot to push a hard sell.
Our goto (no name) restaurant, Samarkand, UZ

Our goto (no name) restaurant, Samarkand, UZ

Our goto (no name) restaurant, Samarkand, UZ

Our goto (no name) restaurant, Samarkand, UZ


Registan, Samarkand, UZ

Registan, Samarkand, UZ

Registan, Samarkand, UZ

Registan, Samarkand, UZ


Samarkand, UZ

Samarkand, UZ

The small 7th century Mosque Hazrati Hizir sits on a hill offering a panoramic view of the old and new cities. A kind man offers me a cup of tea on the shaded balcony. As I sip from a pretty porcelain bowl, I notice that there are only 3 bowls and washing in between customers consists of swirling a bit of tea in the cup and tossing it before serving the next person. I wonder how many lips have touched my bowl...
Bibi Khanoum, Samarkand, UZ

Bibi Khanoum, Samarkand, UZ


Bibi Khanoum, Samarkand, UZ

Bibi Khanoum, Samarkand, UZ


Bibi Khanoum, Samarkand, UZ

Bibi Khanoum, Samarkand, UZ


Amir Timur mausoleum, Samarkand, UZ

Amir Timur mausoleum, Samarkand, UZ

Amir Timur mausoleum, Samarkand, UZ

Amir Timur mausoleum, Samarkand, UZ

Ak Saray mausoleum, Samarkand, UZ

Ak Saray mausoleum, Samarkand, UZ

By far, the most beautiful mosaics, perhaps of all Central Asia are those of the Shahi Zinda, avenue of mausoleums. Wide steep steps lead up to a cobblestoned lane lined with turquoise tiled and mosaic facades on either side. It takes forever to walk towards the oldest most sacred tomb, presumably that of a cousin of the Prophet Mohammed, because each tomb is so impressive.
Shahi Zinda, avenue of mausoleums, Samarkand, UZ

Shahi Zinda, avenue of mausoleums, Samarkand, UZ

One part of the old city used to be the Jewish quarter. Local authorities have decided that tourists should only see the restored monuments and the new city of Samarcande so finding your way is a bit tricky. In the midday heat, the narrow streets are deserted and we're about to give up when a man waves us toward his home. While he makes some inquiries, his wife brings us a platter of enormous dates stuffed with walnuts, one of the sweets that this family manufactures for export.
Gumbaz synagogue, artistic water drainage system, Samarkand, UZ

Gumbaz synagogue, artistic water drainage system, Samarkand, UZ


Gumbaz synagogue, close-up of artistic water drainage system, Samarkand, UZ

Gumbaz synagogue, close-up of artistic water drainage system, Samarkand, UZ


Lady selling bread from a converted baby carriage, Samarkand, UZ

Lady selling bread from a converted baby carriage, Samarkand, UZ

The manager of our hotel (Jahongir) helps us with train tickets and calls Fatima (Hotel) to arrange our stay in Bukhara. On arrival, we are (again) pleasantly surprised by the comfort, modern amenities and in this case location right on the central Liab-I-Hauze square, an original water basin from 1620 used for drinking and bathing until the beginning of the 20th century. The Nodir Devon Begi mausoluem sits on one side.
Nodir Devon Begi mausoluem, Bukhara, UZ

Nodir Devon Begi mausoluem, Bukhara, UZ



It's 3PM, roasting hot and the streets are deserted. As we wander the old city behind our hotel looking for something to eat, we stumble upon a 400 year old Jewish synagogue where 2 men are playing the Uzbek version of Backgammon. Despite blatant tip-seeking intentions, we follow the caretaker thru winding streets, struggling to keep his pace and straining to process the history he's rattling off. We end up in front of a 1000 year old synagogue still in use. Once a congregation of 35000 just a few hundred Jews remain. After an annoying conversation of fee for services rendered, we remind ourselves how important it is to negotiate up front. Lesson learned.
Jewish Community Center and Synagogue, Bukhara, UZ

Jewish Community Center and Synagogue, Bukhara, UZ

Synagogue Yahudiylar Machiti Bukhara, UZ

Synagogue Yahudiylar Machiti Bukhara, UZ

Bukhara has been beautifully restored and most of the monuments are easily accessible on foot. There are many mosques and madrasas sprinkled throughout the city, and the principal market is covered by artful domes that circulate and cool the air. Highlights include the Ark, (royal city) which has stood since the 5th century only ceding to destruction by the Red Army in 1920, the 12th century Minaret Kalon once the tallest in Central Asia that set the standard for decorating with turquoise tiles and the Char Minar a miniature version of its namesake mosque in Hyderabad, India.
Zargaron market, Bukhara, UZ

Zargaron market, Bukhara, UZ


Exterior of the Ark (citadel and royal palace), Bukhara, UZ

Exterior of the Ark (citadel and royal palace), Bukhara, UZ

Exterior of the Ark (citadel and royal palace), Bukhara, UZ

Exterior of the Ark (citadel and royal palace), Bukhara, UZ


Kalon minaret and Mir-i-Arab madrasa,  Bukhara, UZ

Kalon minaret and Mir-i-Arab madrasa, Bukhara, UZ

View of the Kalon minaret and madrassa, Bukhara, UZ

View of the Kalon minaret and madrassa, Bukhara, UZ


Carpet and jewelry bazaar near the Kalon minaret, Bukhara, UZ

Carpet and jewelry bazaar near the Kalon minaret, Bukhara, UZ

Carpet and jewellery bazaar near the Kalon minaret, Bukhara, UZ

Carpet and jewellery bazaar near the Kalon minaret, Bukhara, UZ

Carpet and jewelry bazaar near the Kalon minaret, Bukhara, UZ

Carpet and jewelry bazaar near the Kalon minaret, Bukhara, UZ


Char Minar, Bukhara, UZ

Char Minar, Bukhara, UZ

Presumably the oldest mosque of Central Asia is the Magok-i-Attar where early 20th century excavations also uncovered vestiges of Buddhist and Zoroastrian temples. Today, it is a museum dedicated to the renowned carpets produced in the region.

It takes about 4 full days to visit all of the mosques, mausoleums and madrasas with frequent stops for cool drinks.
Bala Hauz chaikhana (teahouse), Bukhara, UZ

Bala Hauz chaikhana (teahouse), Bukhara, UZ

Bukhara, UZ

Bukhara, UZ

A lovely woman, ends my fruitless struggle to communicate with the ticket vendor at the Bukhara train station, confirming that the easiest, shortest (by 20 hours or so) route to Khiva (400 kms north) is to share a taxi. Back at the hotel, Fatima easily organizes this with 2 French guests leaving me to wonder why her employee sent me to the train station in the first place.

It's late afternoon when we pull up to the enormous sand castle that is the fortified city and historical center of Khiva. Just inside the ramparts of the north gate is the Meros Guest House, run by a charming family. Once again, it was our host in Samarkand who made the reservation for us completing the winning trifecta on budget accommodations along the Silk Route in Uzbekistan.
Ramparts, Khiva, UZ

Ramparts, Khiva, UZ


Ramparts, Khiva, UZ

Ramparts, Khiva, UZ


View of Meros Guest House (bottom right), Khiva, UZ

View of Meros Guest House (bottom right), Khiva, UZ


Meros Guest House, Khiva, UZ (31 eu/room)

Meros Guest House, Khiva, UZ (31 eu/room)


Khiva, UZ

Khiva, UZ

We're just in time to catch the copper glaze cast on the exquisite blue enamel of the minarets and madrasas as the sun sets on this open-air museum. A general ticket gives you access to most of the monuments for 2 consecutive days which is ample time. Grueling daytime temps slowly fade into delightfully warm evenings spent sipping ice-cold beer in the outdoor cafes. As we admire the artistry around us, it's hard to imagine that for centuries Khiva was the epicenter of a thriving slave trade.
West Gate, Khiva, UZ

West Gate, Khiva, UZ


General view, Khiva, UZ

General view, Khiva, UZ

Madrassa Muhammad Rahimkhan, Khiva, UZ

Madrassa Muhammad Rahimkhan, Khiva, UZ


West Gate, Khiva, UZ

West Gate, Khiva, UZ


Minaret Kalta Minor, Khiva, UZ

Minaret Kalta Minor, Khiva, UZ


Khiva, UZ

Khiva, UZ


Interior, Khona Ark, Khiva, UZ

Interior, Khona Ark, Khiva, UZ

Pahlavon Mahmud mausoluem, Khiva, UZ

Pahlavon Mahmud mausoluem, Khiva, UZ

Pahlavon Mahmud mausoleum, Khiva, UZ

Pahlavon Mahmud mausoleum, Khiva, UZ


Madrasa Muhammad Rahimkhan, Khiva, UZ

Madrasa Muhammad Rahimkhan, Khiva, UZ

Madrasa and Minaret Islam Khodja, Khiva, UZ

Madrasa and Minaret Islam Khodja, Khiva, UZ

Khiva, UZ

Khiva, UZ

Juma Masjid Va Minorasi, Khiva, UZ

Juma Masjid Va Minorasi, Khiva, UZ

Market, Khiva, UZ

Market, Khiva, UZ

Khona Ark, Khiva, UZ

Khona Ark, Khiva, UZ


Street with the dome of Pahlavon Mahmud (left) and the minaret Islam Khodja Khiva, UZ

Street with the dome of Pahlavon Mahmud (left) and the minaret Islam Khodja Khiva, UZ

With our French friends, we hire a car for the day to visit the archeological wonders of Elliq Qala or Ellikala (50 fortresses) that make up the Golden Ring of Ancient Khorezm, scattered in the deserts of southern Karakalpakstan. Some of these ruins dominate vast expanses of desert. Some look like castles whose walls have been washed away, while others protrude from the desert brush as if buried by the elements. Many, many more have yet to be excavated. The heat crushes us with every step and the drive in between each site is all about the next shop that may have cold water. By the end of the day we've each had about 5 liters and we're still thirsty.
Big Guldursun fortress in the Ellikala region, UZ

Big Guldursun fortress in the Ellikala region, UZ

Big Guldursun fortress in the Ellikala region, UZ

Big Guldursun fortress in the Ellikala region, UZ

Ayaz-Qala, Ellikala region, UZ

Ayaz-Qala, Ellikala region, UZ

Kyzyl-Qala fortress, Ellikala region, UZ

Kyzyl-Qala fortress, Ellikala region, UZ

Our final road trip in Uzbekistan takes us further north to the city of Moynak on the Aral Sea. Well, there used to be water here, and it was once prosperous fishing port, but government-imposed cultivation of cotton literally drained the sea, leaving boats stranded. Imagine, the water is now almost 200 kms away.
Stranded boats, Aral Sea, Muynak, UZ

Stranded boats, Aral Sea, Muynak, UZ

Stranded boats, Aral Sea, Muynak, UZ

Stranded boats, Aral Sea, Muynak, UZ

We drive halfway back and stop for the night in Nukus, the uninspired capital of the Karakalpakstan region. The only point of interest is the Savitsky Museum, founded and curated by Russian painter Igor Savitsky with its vast collection of Soviet era art including many avant garde paintings.

Looking for an open border to cross into Tajikistan, we drive, train and taxis about 14 hours to the southernmost city of Termez which happens to be on the border of Afghanistan (planting the seed for an excursion there, coming up in the next post). People are friendly and helpful and we find a place to overnight and endure yet another mediocre meal. In the morning, we head for the Tajik border about 2 hours away ready to discover a new "Stan".
Train from Urgench to Samarkand, UZ

Train from Urgench to Samarkand, UZ

Train from Urgench to Samarkand, UZ

Train from Urgench to Samarkand, UZ

Shared taxi to Termez, UZ

Shared taxi to Termez, UZ

Posted by SpiceChronicles 20:20 Archived in Uzbekistan Comments (7)

Off road adventures, Kyrgyzstan

sunny 18 °C

We've spent a few days in Bishkek having our clothes laundered, enjoying cappuccinos, and preparing for a camping trip.. The Off Road Kings Expedition 2015 will start from Karakol on the eastern side of giant Lake Issy Kul, the second largest alpine lake in the world after Lake Titicaca in South America. It's 170 kms across giving us a few days to visit before meeting the group.

On summer weekends, there's a train from Bishkek to Balykchy, the first town on the western edge of the lake. We pull up to the train station in Bishkek wondering if we're in the right place. There is not a soul in sight; quite a change from stepping around bodies in most Indian train stations. It's a 5 hour ride (2 hours longer than by car) but supposedly more picturesque than the road running right along side us. No matter, we aren't in a hurry and the wood paneled train is rather retro.
Bishkek train station

Bishkek train station


Bishkek train station

Bishkek train station


Train to Balykchy

Train to Balykchy

Alexey meets us in Balykchy and we drive an hour further east along the northern shore to Chalpon Ata on the north side of the lake for the night at his friend's guesthouse. The next morning we visit the petroglyph museum nearby, and a nicely curated regional museum in town before stopping for lunch. The president of the Off Road Kings club happens to be having lunch at the same place, so we say hello, pose for a photo and look at the route map of the expedition. The only outstanding issue is our permit to circulate in the area near the Chinese border which is a bit tricky at the last minute, but someone in the club has a connection.
Petroglyphs, Cholpon Ata

Petroglyphs, Cholpon Ata

Karakol feels like a frontier town with wide crisscrossed streets in various stages of resurfacing. There's a mini market on every corner, an inordinate number of clothing and shoe shops, a few rows of cargo containers that constitute the bazaar and some restaurants. Always on the hunt for a cappuccino and a good wifi connection, we stop in at Karakol Coffee. The only disturbing aspect of this nice cafe is the exceedingly effective flypaper strategically placed next to each table. I decide it's the lesser evil.
Karakol

Karakol


Karakol

Karakol


Karakol

Karakol

Saint Trinity Cathedral, a beautifully restored wood church and the Dungan Mosque which looks more like a Chinese pavilion are the main sites to visit in town.
Holy Trinity Cathedral, Karakol

Holy Trinity Cathedral, Karakol

While the drive to Altyn Arashan is relatively short (50 km), once you turn off the main road the dirt track leading up is insane. Alexey skillfully maneuvers the Land Cruiser, over rocks and boulders, across bits of bridges wavering above a rushing river bordered by elegantly aligned, towering pine trees, What a ride. Many backpackers do it on foot in about 5 hours.
Road to Altyn Arashan

Road to Altyn Arashan

Road to Altyn Arashan

Road to Altyn Arashan


Road to Altyn Arashan

Road to Altyn Arashan

At 2400 meters (x 3 for approx. feet), there's no village, just a few houses mostly occupied in the summer. Yak Tours Lodge is down and dirty, run by Valentine, a charming, rugged mountain guide. We score the double room, a wood platform with a thin dusty mattress at the top of a makeshift staircase, probably because he and Alexey are good friends. The outhouse near the river is frightening, but the valley is beautiful, surrounded by crisp white peaks.
Our room, Yak Tours Lodge, Altyn Arashan (19 eu for 2 persons with dinner and breakfast)

Our room, Yak Tours Lodge, Altyn Arashan (19 eu for 2 persons with dinner and breakfast)


Yak Tours Lodge, Altyn Arashan

Yak Tours Lodge, Altyn Arashan

We set off with one of Valentine's mountaineering students to hike to a lake. There is no path and we trudge several hours through a steep pine forest and over endless green hills to reach a slightly disappointing lake at 3100 meters where we collapse, briefly. We follow the river back down along a trail which is just as difficult on our feet, but there is a reward back near the lodge: hot springs. You are given the key to one of several log cabins near the river which lock from the inside for complete privacy. Natural spring water flows in and out of the 3 x 4 meter tiled basin at a constant 40°. So soothing.
Hiking Altyn Arashan

Hiking Altyn Arashan


Hot Springs, Altyn Arashan

Hot Springs, Altyn Arashan


Hot Springs, Altyn Arashan

Hot Springs, Altyn Arashan

The drive along the less developed southern edge of Lake Issy Kul offers access to some beautiful sites including Jeti Oghuz - Seven Bulls - a picturesque formation of red rock and the lovely Kok Jaiyk, Valley of Flowers.
Jeti-Oguz Canyon aka Seven Bulls

Jeti-Oguz Canyon aka Seven Bulls

Jeti-Oguz Canyon aka Seven Bulls

Jeti-Oguz Canyon aka Seven Bulls


Lake Issy Kul, Barskoon

Lake Issy Kul, Barskoon

We stop for the night at the Barskoon Guesthouse, the home of close friends of Alexey at the end of a private road. Tanya and Alexander regale us with fresh greens from the garden and delicious homemade cherry wine. We drive off promising to be back in a few days.
Barskoon Guest House (19 eu for 2 persons with dinner and breakfast)

Barskoon Guest House (19 eu for 2 persons with dinner and breakfast)


Lake Issy Kul, Barskoon

Lake Issy Kul, Barskoon


Lake Issy Kul

Lake Issy Kul

The village of Tamga, on the way to Skazka, aka Fairytale Canyon which requires no further description, has a particularly nice cemetery.
Russian MIG fighter jet, Tamga

Russian MIG fighter jet, Tamga


Cemetery, Tamga

Cemetery, Tamga


Fairy Tale Canyon aka Skazka Canyon

Fairy Tale Canyon aka Skazka Canyon

Fairy Tale Canyon aka Skazka Canyon

Fairy Tale Canyon aka Skazka Canyon

Lake Shor Kol is the Kyrgyz version of the Dead Sea. An arduous, sandy road leads to the entrance gate manned by a group of locals. While a dip is tempting, the water is ice cold and I settle on watching Alexey float on the surface.
Lake Shor Kol, Kyrgyz version of the Dead Sea

Lake Shor Kol, Kyrgyz version of the Dead Sea


Alexey swimming at Lake Shor Kol

Alexey swimming at Lake Shor Kol


Lake Shor Kol, Kyrgyz version of the Dead Sea

Lake Shor Kol, Kyrgyz version of the Dead Sea


Lake Shor Kol, Kyrgyz version of the Dead Sea

Lake Shor Kol, Kyrgyz version of the Dead Sea


Lake Shor Kol, Kyrgyz version of the Dead Sea

Lake Shor Kol, Kyrgyz version of the Dead Sea


Lake Shor Kol, Kyrgyz version of the Dead Sea

Lake Shor Kol, Kyrgyz version of the Dead Sea


Road to Bokonbayevo

Road to Bokonbayevo


Road to Bokonbayevo

Road to Bokonbayevo


Yurt to go

Yurt to go


Cemetery on the road to Bokonbayevo

Cemetery on the road to Bokonbayevo

Village of Bokonbayevo

Village of Bokonbayevo

The CBT guesthouse In Bokonbayeva offers superior comfort. The decoration however, is a maelstrom of design on four walls.
Our room, homestay, Bokonbayevo (18 eu with breakfast)

Our room, homestay, Bokonbayevo (18 eu with breakfast)


Lake Issy Kul

Lake Issy Kul


Village of Kaji Say

Village of Kaji Say


Roast chicken, Karakol

Roast chicken, Karakol

We head back to Karakol for our last night before the expedition in order to see the Sunday animal market, reputed to be one of the largest in the country. Some bring truckloads of animals while others arrive with a few goats on a leash. In the horse area, specimens are paraded around, farriers restrain animals for fitting and stalls sell saddles and other equipment. Sheep and goats are poked and prodded for weight and fat content and money is exchanged freely. The only disturbing aspect is to see some animals bound and enclosed in the trucks of cars upon conclusion of a sale.
Karakol Livestock Market

Karakol Livestock Market

Karakol Livestock Market

Karakol Livestock Market

Kyrgyz man at the Karakol Livestock Market

Kyrgyz man at the Karakol Livestock Market

Shoeing horses, Karakol Livestock Market

Shoeing horses, Karakol Livestock Market

Karakol Livestock Market

Karakol Livestock Market

Karakol Livestock Market

Karakol Livestock Market

Karakol Livestock Market

Karakol Livestock Market

Karakol Livestock Market

Karakol Livestock Market

Karakol Livestock Market

Karakol Livestock Market

Around noon, we join the off Road Kings for the departure from Karakol. The first night will be a test run to the Karkara Valley that separates Kyrgyzstan from Kazakhstan to check that all cars are running smoothly and supplies are adequate. It's the first real rain we've had since we arrived in Kyrgyzstan almost a month ago. There are 9 jeeps, predominantly Toyota Land Cruisers. Communication between cars is handled by walkie-talkie. While we hardly understand the constant Russian banter, it's obvious that these guys are revved for the adventure. Little by little, we observe the detailed organization that has been put in place at weekly club meetings over the last few months, chaired by "President" pronounced with a French accent and good for a laugh every time. The lead car, is a white Nissan Patrol with "Drone" at the wheel. He and "GPS", an avid hunter, are largely responsible for planning the route. Cameraman, "Dimon" is shooting with a GoPro attached to a surprisingly efficient homemade Steadicam with a cell phone for playback; just one of several ingenious self-made rigs he'll be using over the next week. Not one hour in and the convoy pulls over. It's time for the first toast! Vodka is one provision that will not run out over the next week. As the group throws back a shot, the sun begins to break through.
Off-Road Kings Expedition 2015

Off-Road Kings Expedition 2015


River crossing Off-Road Kings Expedition 2015

River crossing Off-Road Kings Expedition 2015

Near the village of Char Kuduk, where equestrian games take place in mid Aug, we stop at a large pile of rocks called San Tash (counting stones) where one legend has it that when the Mongol ruler Tamerlane, a relative of Gengis Khan, passed through this valley on the way to invade China (late 14th century), he instructed his men to each take a stone from the banks of Lake Issy Kul and place it in a pile. On the way back from battle he had them each remove a stone from the pile thus indicating the number of men lost. While most of the group poses for photos on the mound, "Drone" sweeps the site with a metal detector looking for ancient arrowheads.
San Tash (counting stones)

San Tash (counting stones)

"GPS" leads us into a scenic gorge where we set-up camp near a river for the night. Within minutes, a fire's started and the kitchen, overseen by Nurdin (not everyone has earned a nickname yet) swings into action. Cocktails (vodka and Koumis - fermented mare's milk) and snacks are served followed by penne with a few pieces of lamb and vegetables and a lot of lamb fat. Soon after, several jeeps led by "Magnet" aka "Brigadier" take off for some fun but unsuccessful fishing. We retreat to our tent just as heavy rain arrives. Around 9:30pm we are summoned. It's now pitch black and drizzling, but the camp is brightly lit by an LED light-bar on one of the jeeps. Tarps have been installed overhead and the group is enjoying a second meal of soup and vodka around a long table.
1st night, Off Road Kings Expedition 2015, Karkara Valley

1st night, Off Road Kings Expedition 2015, Karkara Valley

Thunder and lightning rock us to sleep and by morning, the skies have cleared. We fold camp and head back to Karakol to purchase a few extra provisions. We pick up a plastic cover for our tent and some victuals to better suit our european palates, especially for breakfast, as the previous night's meal is less than appetizing first thing in the morning. As "Lyoha" (Alexey) says, "Better to overeat than under sleep!" The group will camp near Lake Issy Kul tonight while we spend another night at Alexey's friends in Barskoon, sipping their cherry wine and taking advantage of one last hot shower.

Day 3: A couple of cars have joined the convoy including "Antonio" and Zhenya whose white Mitsubishi van is already in trouble. "Lyoha" makes some repairs and we set off into the gorge leading to the highly secured Kumtor gold mine. As the mine is in operation, the road is well maintained though extremely dusty. While the long black "snorkle" fitted to the outside of the jeep keeps the engine clean(er), we can only close the windows to minimize our dust intake. We climb to 3800 meters and pull over to wait for the Mitsubishi which painstakingly appears about 20 minutes later. As expected, the couple will have to abandon their vehicle. With typical Kyrgyz hospitality, they are welcome to leave the van with some locals for as long as necessary. Almaz, an orthopedic doctor from Bishkek, offers to take the couple in his white Land Cruiser decorated with commemorative WW2 designs in honor of his grandfather.

It's late afternoon as we drive through Suyok Pass (3741 meters). "Joma's" 15 year old son takes turns between driving his dad's jeep and riding on top of it. Tragically, as many as 100,000 Kyrgyz died in the region in what is known as Urkun (exodus) fleeing the Red Army who was calling for locals to join Tsarist forces during WW1. Those who managed to survive the revolt of 1916 died in the mountains a bit further at the Chinese border near Bedel Pass (4000 meters). You can sense the hardship endured in this inhospitable terrain.
Off-Road Kings Expedition 2015

Off-Road Kings Expedition 2015


Off-Road Kings Expedition 2015

Off-Road Kings Expedition 2015

The convoy takes a few "short cuts" through the Kara-Sai Valley stopping at a border between borders control. Even though we will not be crossing into China, a special permit is required to be in this area. Once thru, we cross a bridge, carefully squeeze through a narrow vertical gorge then cross the river again. Having completed just under 200 km in about 10 hours, we stop for the night at an empty hunting lodge in Ishtyk. There are a few beds inside very rudimentary cabins up for grabs. One look inside and I opt to pitch the tent. Dinner: leftover penne with lamb, veggies and... fat.
Off-Road Kings Expedition 2015

Off-Road Kings Expedition 2015


Off-Road Kings Expedition 2015

Off-Road Kings Expedition 2015


Off-Road Kings Expedition 2015

Off-Road Kings Expedition 2015


Off-Road Kings Expedition 2015

Off-Road Kings Expedition 2015

Day 4: We're on the road by 10. "Mishka" loses a (spare) tire as he climbs a steep hill, bringing roars of laughter over the walkie-talkies as jeeps steer clear. The whole group watches from the ridge as he reclaims and refastens it to the roof of his blue Toyota FX, clearly the funkiest looking jeep of the group.

The fleet of 10 (another jeep has abandoned) advances along a relatively smooth road when suddenly the lead car takes a sharp left off road into a vertical climb up a series of grassy hills laying tire marks for others to follow, or not. When it levels out, everyone jumps out of the vehicles to climb up to a ridge. Carefully peering over the edge, some inching forward on their stomachs, reveals a vertiginous view of the river carved into the ravine below. This is Torobos Canyon.
Torobos Canyon

Torobos Canyon


Torobos Canyon

Torobos Canyon


Selfie at Torobos Canyon

Selfie at Torobos Canyon

Around noon we stop by the Karabil river (3200 meters) for some vodka and Koumis. We are very close to the Chinese border. As we continue thru a rocky gorge, thick patches of snow appear prompting squeals of pleasure as the guys take turns plowing thru.
Playing in the snow

Playing in the snow

Continuing through the riverbed, screams of excitement suddenly rattle the walkie-talkies. A possible Yeti (abominable snowman) sighting... The line of jeeps screeches to a halt, a guy jumps out of one, aims a rifle and fires! The animal gets away, but the excitement lingers well into the evening.
Off-Road Kings Expedition 2015

Off-Road Kings Expedition 2015

It's almost 18h when we reach the Ishtyk-Su River at just under 3000 meters. We drive a bit further and set-up camp in the Uzongu Kuush river basin. As a testament to the road conditions, we've covered just 50 kms today in 10 hours. The kitchen crew whips up a traditional Plov (lamb with rice, vegetables and, wait for it..., fat). It's served with a fresh tomato salad which when added to the dish dilutes the heady lamb taste which we are having trouble with.
Off-Road Kings Expedition 2015

Off-Road Kings Expedition 2015

It's Day 5 and the established routine of breakfast, tent folding, and car maintenance takes about 3 hours. By 10 AM the group is ready to roll. The cars are looking pretty dirty, especially "Yoma's" camouflage Nissan Patrol, except for the tires which get a frequent bath in the many river crossings which happens to be the first event of the day. Fortunately, we don't need what's left of the bridge to cross...
River crossing

River crossing

Soon we are driving along a raging muddy river with China on the other side when the road ends. Over the next couple of hours, the jeeps proceed slowly over boulders of all sizes, often stopping to either shovel a path or fill holes to enable the thick tires to slide over. The teamwork and driving skills are thoroughly impressive.
Off-Road Kings Expedition 2015

Off-Road Kings Expedition 2015


Off-Road Kings Expedition 2015

Off-Road Kings Expedition 2015


A little help for the president

A little help for the president


Off-Road Kings Expedition 2015

Off-Road Kings Expedition 2015

By late afternoon, Dankov Peak (5986 meters) is in clear view. The stop at a border patrol camp is more of a courtesy call as Kyrgyz people always stop to greet others. A treacherous river crossing and climb to 3400 meters gets us to the Kotur River and our camp, a hunting lodge overseen by a hospitable local man and his dogs. We've completed 75 kms today. There are a few old trailers and tin cabins fitted with primitive beds. We decide to brave it in the tent despite high winds on the plateau. While a traditional Kourdak (meat, potatoes, onions and...) cooks slowly in a massive cauldron, overseen by Anvar, a bunch of us sit around a roaring fire to keep warm. "Gascogne" aka "Dartagnan" has everyone in fits of laughter as he rattles off one joke after another with theatrical delivery. I don't understand a word, but it's still funny to watch. It's the coldest night yet, but we survive.
The coldest night

The coldest night

Day 6 : A few of the cars are positioned in a small circle for a check before departure. The undersides took a beating in one of the river crossings yesterday. We pull away from camp, just as it begins to hail. The drive is straight through a high altitude plateau on a relatively good road between 2 snow-covered mountain ranges. When we stop for some photos by a gigantic rock, the altimeter reads 3772 meters. Breathing is an effort.

A scenic pasture with a couple of yurts makes for an inviting afternoon stop. As tradition calls for, the shepherd offers the group a drink. The family happens to be celebrating the recent wedding of their son and they are eager to show us the traditional table that has been set for the visit of the bride's parents. A few of us are invited to enter the yurt and toast the newlyweds. No thank you is not an option. There is not a millimeter of free space on the tablecloth filled with breads, cheeses, vegetables, fruits and sweets. A toast to the bride, a toast to the groom, another toast... We take leave with difficulty as they would like us to drink more vodka for as they say, who knows if we'll be able to drink in our next life.
Traditional wedding table

Traditional wedding table

The drive through the Kok Kiya Valley leading to Lake Kul Su (3514 meters) is beautiful in the early evening sun, but pales in comparison to the stunning turquoise water of this particularly secluded lake that sits deep in a ravine at the end of a less than reassuring track. It's a slow, technical approach winding through gigantic boulders scattered as a result of great seismic activity. This is perhaps the most beautiful scenery we've seen during this expedition. But it's almost 7PM and awfully cold. We carefully make our way back into the valley and set-up camp by the river.
Road to Lake Kul Su

Road to Lake Kul Su


Lake Kul Su

Lake Kul Su


Campsite Kok Kiya Valley, Off-Road Kings Expedition 2015

Campsite Kok Kiya Valley, Off-Road Kings Expedition 2015


Heating water in the Samovar, Off-Road Kings Expedition 2015

Heating water in the Samovar, Off-Road Kings Expedition 2015

Day 7: While most of us are getting ready to leave, Almaz and Nurdin bravely take a plunge in the river. The rest of us watch from the cliffs above in awe. Today we're heading to Tash Rabat most famous for its Caravanserai, once a stop for travelers on the Silk Route. The stone edifice is fairly well preserved and lies in a beautiful gorge. On the way, we pause near Lake Chattar Kul 3400 meters to fill water bottles from a spring of heavily mineralized water bearing a pronounced metal taste. As the hours pass, the water in the bottles turns cloudy and red from the iron and by the evening is no longer safe to drink. A vote is taken, and the group decides to continue to Naryn for the last night which will shorten the final drive to Bishkek. For us, the novelty of camping and no showers has worn off and we decide to leave the group heading for a hotel with a hot shower and firm mattress in the city.
Near Tash Rabat

Near Tash Rabat


Interior Caravanserai, Tash Rabat

Interior Caravanserai, Tash Rabat

Dining room, fancy yurt camp, Tash Rabat

Dining room, fancy yurt camp, Tash Rabat

Room at Celestial Mountains Hotel, Naryn (35 eu with breakfast)

Room at Celestial Mountains Hotel, Naryn (35 eu with breakfast)

Day 8: Although the road is being paved, the drive through Dolon Pass (3030 meters) is choked with dust. We stop in the town of Kochkor to visit a cooperative where 60 local women make traditional felt objects and weave yurt accessories and in Tokmok to visit the Burana Tower, a 9th century minaret that breaks the horizontal landscape and shadows a cemetery with very unusual headstones dating back to nomadic Turks (6th century). From here, the road to Bishkek is so smooth it seems odd.
Cemetery near Kochkor

Cemetery near Kochkor


Kochkor, cooperative where traditional carpets and yurt accessories are made.

Kochkor, cooperative where traditional carpets and yurt accessories are made.


Burana Tower with 6th C. Bal Bal - gravestones of nomadic Turks

Burana Tower with 6th C. Bal Bal - gravestones of nomadic Turks

6th C.  Bal Bal - gravestone of nomadic Turks, Burana Tower

6th C. Bal Bal - gravestone of nomadic Turks, Burana Tower

6th C. Bal Bal - gravestone of nomadic Turks, near Burana Tower

6th C. Bal Bal - gravestone of nomadic Turks, near Burana Tower

Selfie next to 6th century Bal Bal - gravestone of nomadic Turks, near Burana Tower

Selfie next to 6th century Bal Bal - gravestone of nomadic Turks, near Burana Tower

Burana Tower

Burana Tower

"Dimon", kindly offers us a place to stay in Bishkek while we sort through thousands of photos, wash everything we own and prepare to move on to the next "stan".
Cafe 135, Bishkek

Cafe 135, Bishkek

Over 5 weeks we have driven about 6000 kms both on and off road and It's safe to say that we've seen most of Kyrgyzstan, or at least everything up to 4000 meters. The natural beauty of the country and kindness of its people are well worth the sometimes rustic accommodations and limited culinary options. Visit before the rest of the world finds out.
Tour of eastern Kyrgyzstan and Off Road Kings Expedition 2015

Tour of eastern Kyrgyzstan and Off Road Kings Expedition 2015

On to the next Stans...

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First stop Kyrgyzstan

sunny 22 °C


It's 7am at the airport on Bishkek. With just a couple of windows open and no one directing traffic at Immigration, inching forward is all about how aggressive you're feeling. The upside: It takes so long that the bags are waiting for us. Next a test of negotiating skills, but once in the taxi, the atmosphere changes dramatically. It's a 30 minute drive to the center on a straight, flat, virtually deserted road. A few minutes into the ride we realize that while we're driving on the right side of the road, the steering wheel is also on the right. Even more confusing, some of the (few) cars we speed by are lefthand drive. Apparently, you can choose; righthand drive being the cheaper option. It's all very green and our cab driver, who looks about 15 and speaks remarkably good English, tells us it's the best time of year to visit. Although it's quite hot (>35°), most of the sites are in the mountains and judging by the quantity of snow on the peaks that cut an irregular line across the sky in the distance, we won't be too hot for long.

Buildings and shops with signs in cyrillic start to appear. I probably should have bought that "Point It" book. At Ultimate Adventures Guesthouse, we're greeted by a kind woman who shows us to a very basic room for 40 eu with breakfast which feels a bit expensive for this shoebox with paper-thin walls and shared bath.
Our room, Ultimate Adventures, Bishkek (20 eu/person with breakfast)

Our room, Ultimate Adventures, Bishkek (20 eu/person with breakfast)

She starts talking Kyrgyz or Russian, we're not sure, as if we might understand. After a few giggles and the help of our Russian phrase book, we've ordered breakfast. Later, we meet one of the French-speaking owners, Smail, who, as hoped for, proves to be a goldmine of information. As we still need the visa for Tajikistan, we've got a couple of days in Bishkek to formulate a plan for the next month.

The application for the Tajik visa is surprisingly easy and it so happens that on the day we apply, there is a Tajikistan cultural evening at the Bishkek Philharmonic.
Fountain in front of Bishkek Philharmonic

Fountain in front of Bishkek Philharmonic

Police cadets by statue of (hero) Manas, in front of Bishkek Philharmonic

Police cadets by statue of (hero) Manas, in front of Bishkek Philharmonic

Tajik cultural performance at Bishkek Philharmonic

Tajik cultural performance at Bishkek Philharmonic

The city is a grid of long, wide avenues with soviet-style buildings. On the main square, we stop to watch the changing of the guards. Total respect as they stand still in the boiling heat for hours. The mix of people on the streets is so interesting: Russian, Mongolian, Chinese - fair skin/Asian eyes, sometimes blue : Eurasian. While Kyrgyzstan is predominantly Muslim, most women are not veiled or covered at all. In fact, most are quite feminine, in short or long dresses, heels, accessories and make-up. They are also not hiding from the sun as much as other Asians do.
National Museum of Kyrgystan and guards on Alatoo Square, Bishkek

National Museum of Kyrgystan and guards on Alatoo Square, Bishkek


Bishkek restaurant

Bishkek restaurant


Russian Orthodox Church on Togolok Moldo street

Russian Orthodox Church on Togolok Moldo street

Kyrgyz like their beverages fermented and on every corner, sometimes out of their cars, in every restaurant and cafe, people are selling Koumis, fermented mare's milk, Tan, fermented cow's milk or Kvas a drink made from fermented bread. In one restaurant we are offered Maxim, a fermented cereal drink. One sip and we push the pitcher away. Aside from the sour taste, the consistency is akin to the liquid you drink before a colonoscopy. Let's call it acquired.
Selling Koumis from the back of the car

Selling Koumis from the back of the car

Food is also a challenge. Most dishes are made with lamb and lamb fat. And not just any fat. We're talking big chunks of fat from the animal's backside. Even rice is cooked in this giving everything a heady taste and oily consistency. The culinary saving grace is Shashlyk, skewered kebabs of lamb, beef and sometimes chicken, and a fresh tomato salad. Little do we know, we'll be eating this almost every day for the next 3 months. Vegetarians will be sorely tested throughout Central Asia.

The Osh bazaar in Bishkek is a sprawling market where you can buy anything. Really. It also makes for a good practice zone for Russian lessons. Within a few days, one of us has learned the cyrillic alphabet and can count making purchases, ordering food and negotiating taxis much more manageable. I'm relying on Google Translate which also works really well, provided you download the off-line version.
Osh Bazaar, Bishkek

Osh Bazaar, Bishkek

Osh Bazaar, Bishkek

Osh Bazaar, Bishkek


Butcher, Bishkek

Butcher, Bishkek


Osh Bazaar, Bishkek

Osh Bazaar, Bishkek

While it is more or less possible to visit the country via public transportation, it's neither easy nor convenient. Marshrutkas, mini vans with designated stops are cheap, crowded and plentiful in the city, while shared taxis (which only move when full, though you are welcome to pay for the whole car and you have to pay for their return trip) can get you to points further, but then what? Not to mention that some locations require 4-wheel drive. It doesn't take much to figure that having a car and driver is the way to go. Smail makes it easy by introducing us to Alexey Drosdov (alexdrosd@gmail.com), a Kyrgyz/Russian who honed his English working for the American Embassy in Bishkek. One look at his fully-loaded Toyota Land Cruiser and we're sold.
Alexey Drosdov, our driver/guide and his Toyota Land Cruiser

Alexey Drosdov, our driver/guide and his Toyota Land Cruiser

We set out for a 2 week circuit with radar detector, camera filming front and back, "snorkel" a funny-looking contraption that filters dust away from the engine, altimeter, all kinds of charging capabilities for comps, phones, batteries, 40 litres of water, camping equipment and enough provisions to survive bad cuisine. Smail has laid out a plan for us with the caveat that we are free to change the program anytime, which suits us perfectly. Heading out of Bishkek, we drive through a gorge and up to about 3000 meters (approximately x 3 for feet) where we wait at the entrance of a bleak tunnel. People here do not line up in an orderly fashion, but rather jostle for position eager to get through first. When we finally pass, we see that it was a herd of sheep on their way to the Suusamyr Valley that had halted traffic.

The foothills are blanketed in various hues of green with a few white patches set against a backdrop of snow-covered peaks. During the brief summer months, shepherds from surrounding villages bring their herds of sheep, goats and horses to graze in the "jailoos" (mountain pastures) setting-up yurt camps for the season.

Our first stop in the valley is the village of Kojomkul named after a remarkably strong man famous for moving massive boulders weighing hundreds of kilos. He would have been in the Guinness book, but it was only established in 1955, the year he died. He was 2.36 meters tall and weighed around 165 kilos. His modest house is now a museum where they have preserved his grossly oversized clothing which Alexey models for us.
Village of Kojomkul

Village of Kojomkul


Village of Kojomkul

Village of Kojomkul


Museum caretaker (and relative) with bust and painting of Kojomkul

Museum caretaker (and relative) with bust and painting of Kojomkul


Alexey trying on Kojomkul's clothing

Alexey trying on Kojomkul's clothing


In front of the Sports Palace in Bishkek, there is a statue of Kojomkul holding a horse.
Statue of Kojomkul in Bishkek

Statue of Kojomkul in Bishkek

The highly-developed network called Community Based Tourism (CBT) in Kygyzstan offers accommodation either in local homes or yurts for about 11 euros/person/night with breakfast. Dinner is an additional 4 euros per person. Rooms can be booked in advance or not. Bigger towns have a CBT office where you can choose from photos, or guides take you to places they know. Our first homestay is at number 13 in the village of Kyzyl Oi (250 kms from Bishkek).
Homestay, Kyzyl Oi (11 eu/person with breakfast)

Homestay, Kyzyl Oi (11 eu/person with breakfast)

Dining room, homestay, Kyzyl Oi

Dining room, homestay, Kyzyl Oi


Street scene, Kyzyl Oi

Street scene, Kyzyl Oi

Mosque, Kyzyl Oi

Mosque, Kyzyl Oi

At 1735 meters, it's already much cooler and we head out for an afternoon hike across a shaky footbridge over rushing snow melt that is the Kokomeren River. The air is filled with the delicious scent of wild thyme.
Footbridge, Kokomeren River, Kyzyl Oi

Footbridge, Kokomeren River, Kyzyl Oi

Kokomeren River, Kyzyl Oi

Kokomeren River, Kyzyl Oi

Cemetery, Kyzyl Oi

Cemetery, Kyzyl Oi


Cemetery, Kyzyl Oi

Cemetery, Kyzyl Oi

It's cold at night and as in most homes, the toilet and shower are outside, but they are surprisingly up-to-date - western toilet, piping hot water and great pressure. Oddly, the family does not use the modem conveniences. They have more "traditional" facilities in the back yard. It's amazing how quickly you get used to walking around in a towel, removing your shoes at the door (a custom native to most of Asia) and limiting trips outside. Imagine the cold winter months...
Toilet and shower across the driveway, homestay, Kyzyl Oi

Toilet and shower across the driveway, homestay, Kyzyl Oi

Outdoor kitchen, homestay, Kyzyl Oi

Outdoor kitchen, homestay, Kyzyl Oi

It's only Day 2 and Alexey suggests that we change our plan. He's full of ideas and options and quickly understands what may interest us. We hike for another couple of thyme-infused hours in another direction in the morning and after a hearty lunch we head to Lake Song Kul (3016 meters) for our first night in a yurt.
Hiking around Kyzyl Oi

Hiking around Kyzyl Oi

On the outskirts of Kyzyl Oi

On the outskirts of Kyzyl Oi


On the way to Lake Song Kul

On the way to Lake Song Kul

Cemetery on the way to Lake Song Kul

Cemetery on the way to Lake Song Kul

It's about 200 kms with the last 60 or so are on a bumpy, unpaved road. It's our first glimpse of just how comfortable the jeep is and what it is capable of. The sky is looking pretty ominous and around Kalmak Ashu Pass it begins to snow!
Kalmak Ashu Pass on the way to Song Kul Lake (3500 meters)

Kalmak Ashu Pass on the way to Song Kul Lake (3500 meters)

Kalmak Ashu Pass on the way to Song Kul Lake (3500 meters)

Kalmak Ashu Pass on the way to Song Kul Lake (3500 meters)

We cannot imagine getting to Song Kul without a 4 wheel drive, though it is possible as attests the damaged roadster of a couple of (nutty) German guys who arrive rather worse for wear after us. Song Kul is perhaps one of the prettiest sites in Kyrgyzstan. The lake stretches almost 30 kms and depending on the sky is anything from bright turquoise to deep blue, bordered by green pastures with snow-covered mountains all around.
Lake Song Kul

Lake Song Kul

Lake Song Kul

Lake Song Kul


Milking horses, Lake Song Kul

Milking horses, Lake Song Kul

White yurt camps are set up near the water. Each camp has 5-6 yurts with a couple of outhouses set back at an odor appropriate distance and there's usually a free-standing sink somewhere in the middle. No showers.
Yurt camp, Lake Song Kul

Yurt camp, Lake Song Kul

Yurt camp, Lake Song Kul

Yurt camp, Lake Song Kul

Outhouses, CBT yurt camp, Lake Song Kul

Outhouses, CBT yurt camp, Lake Song Kul


The sink, Lake Song Kul

The sink, Lake Song Kul

Yurts can accommodate upto 6 people and each has a wood-burning stove. The floor of the yurt is the grass, covered with locally-made felt carpets. We have a yurt to ourselves with a double bed made-up on a stack of thin mattresses on the ground, clean sheets and lots of typical Kyrgyz blankets. Stacks of blankets being an indication of wealth.
Our yurt, lake Song Kul (11 eu/person with breakfast)

Our yurt, lake Song Kul (11 eu/person with breakfast)

There is a separate yurt (tent or trailer) for communal dining, sometimes at picnic tables, often cushions on the floor.
Yurt camp, Lake Song Kul

Yurt camp, Lake Song Kul

Dining yurt, Lake Song Kul

Dining yurt, Lake Song Kul

While we have dinner, the stove in our yurt is lit so that it's warm when we retire. The fire burns out after a few hours and it's freezing if you have to get up, but the reward for traipsing to the outhouse in the middle of the night is the mind-blowing sky. The creamy band of the Milky Way stretches across your entire field of vision with trillions of stars shimmering, shooting and posing in 3D formations within in what feels like arm's reach. For a few minutes, you completely forget the cold.

One of the more popular activities in Kygyzstan is horseback riding. A local man, taking a few horses to the other side of the lake agrees on a fair price to take me along. While the scenery is beautiful, the ride is a bit boring and no amount of encouragement and downright kicking phases my horse so after a few hours I get off knowing it's just a matter of time before the jeep catches up with me.
Horseback riding, Lake Song Kul

Horseback riding, Lake Song Kul

Lake Song Kul

Lake Song Kul


Yurt camp, Lake Song Kul

Yurt camp, Lake Song Kul

We spend the night on the opposite side of the lake where some locals are installing a yurt camp. Notice, the emblem on the Kyrgyz flag is the form of the top of the yurt.
Kyrgyz flag

Kyrgyz flag


Assembling a yurt, Lake Song Kul

Assembling a yurt, Lake Song Kul


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By dinnertime we're exchanging stories with a group of Swiss bikers, an Italian-British couple, an Austrian novelist, and an older Frenchman who refuses to stop traveling despite his children's concerns for his health.

We leave Song Kul via Parrots Pass (3050 meters), famous for its series of 32 switchbacks. Suddenly, a goat with its head stuck in a rusted paint can, stumbles onto the road. Without hesitation we all jump out if the jeep and the guys manage to grab and free it. If only, I had the reflex to reach for the camera...
32 serpentines, Parrots Pass, near Lake Song Kul

32 serpentines, Parrots Pass, near Lake Song Kul

If you're counting, we haven't had a shower in a couple of days and we're heading for another few nights in the mountains, We stop in the town of Naryn at the CBT office where wifi is free and for a bit more than 1 euro/person, we are directed to an apartment building for a hot shower in someone's home. 240 kms later, we arrive in Tash Rabat with its landmark the Caravanserai, an inn for caravans. Depending on who you talk to it dates back to somewhere between the 10th and 15th centuries and may also have served as a monastery. Just a shell now this was a place to stop, have a meal and sleep along the Silk Route.
Tash Rabat

Tash Rabat


Caravanserai, Tash Rabat

Caravanserai, Tash Rabat


Caravanserai, Tash Rabat

Caravanserai, Tash Rabat

The road leading to it narrows into a gorge once controlled by bandits. You either paid to get through, or you took an uncomfortably long detour, if they let you. There are several yurt camps in the vicinity including one particularly fancy one for $45/person/night! Their yurts have wooden floors and the outhouses have western toilets!
Fancy yurt camp, Tash Rabat

Fancy yurt camp, Tash Rabat

We stick to a standard, more authentic, yurt camp further up the road.
Yurt camps, Tash Rabat

Yurt camps, Tash Rabat

Yurt camp, Tash Rabat

Yurt camp, Tash Rabat

Yurt camp, Tash Rabat

Yurt camp, Tash Rabat

Dining room, yurt camp, Tash Rabat

Dining room, yurt camp, Tash Rabat

Tash Rabat is a beautiful area to hike or ride horses. The craggy ridge above us looks like the back of a dinosaur. We set-off after breakfast looking for the lake that offers a view of China. For hours we walk up and up some more. Aside from the occasional marmot we are alone. Usually they run way before we get close, but the wind masks our scent and we get really close to one thinking it must be dead. Suddenly it jumps up, loses its balance and backpedals in place like a cartoon character before scrambling to one of the many holes that dot the landscape. Every hill brings the hope of the elusive lake, but the view from every crest is yet another hill. It's getting harder to breath (3500 meters) and after 5 hours, a mini picnic, a snow shower, and some crackling thunder we give up and turn back (23 kms walked).
Tash Rabat

Tash Rabat

Hiking, Tash Rabat

Hiking, Tash Rabat

Marmot, Tash Rabat

Marmot, Tash Rabat

Marmot, Tash Rabat

Marmot, Tash Rabat

Hiking, Tash Rabat

Hiking, Tash Rabat

Over dinner with a French couple from Aix en Provence and their guides, we figure out where we missed a turn and settle on their photos.

Again, we modify the itinerary and head southwest towards Osh, the second largest city in Kyrgyzstan. We stop at MELS Pass (Marx Engels Lenin Stalin) on the way towards Bayetovo, by the monument dedicated to the Russian man who built this road. A local truck has also stopped to admire the panorama and they're overjoyed to meet us and to share a toast with the family in the back of the truck. It's a bit early for vodka and the only other option is koumis. Thankfully, no one minds if I abstain.
Drinking Koumis with locals at MELS Pass

Drinking Koumis with locals at MELS Pass


On the road to Kazarman

On the road to Kazarman

On the road to Kazarman

On the road to Kazarman

Cemetery on the road to Kazarman

Cemetery on the road to Kazarman

On the road to Kazarman

On the road to Kazarman

The scenery, is a mix of wide panoramas and narrow mountain passes.
Eagle at top of Kaldama Pass (3062 meters) Fergana Valley

Eagle at top of Kaldama Pass (3062 meters) Fergana Valley


Eagle at top of Kaldama Pass (3062 meters), Fergana Valley

Eagle at top of Kaldama Pass (3062 meters), Fergana Valley

About an hour before Osh, we stop in Uzgen to visit the minaret and mausoleum.
Uzgen Minaret

Uzgen Minaret

Uzgen Mausoleum

Uzgen Mausoleum

Osh is much hotter than northern Kyrgyzstan, but Alexey's friend "Joma" takes us to a nicely shaded restaurant and as the day ends the temperature settles around perfect. The next morning we visit Suleyman Too (throne of Solomon) the mountain of 5 small peaks that dominates the city. It is believed that the Prophet Mohammed prayed here and has since become an important pilgrimage site. A 20 minute climb gets you to a series of caves, one which houses a cultural museum offering a cool escape.
City of Osh

City of Osh


New mosque below Suleyman Too, Osh

New mosque below Suleyman Too, Osh

New mosque below Suleyman Too, Osh

New mosque below Suleyman Too, Osh

Joma has organized lunch at yet another friend's restaurant. He brings Samsas (the Kyrgyz version of samosa pastry filled with chunks of lamb fat and a little meat) cooked in a tandoor oven, a specialty of Osh. Tea, be it black or green, accompanies every meal in Kygyzstan and while we are thirsting for a cold drink, they insist that we drink hot tea with the samsas to melt the fat in our bloodstream... The main course is a specially prepared platter of Plov (rice with lamb and carrots). The meal ends with a fresh watermelon.
Tea with every meal, Osh

Tea with every meal, Osh

The bazaar in Osh is a vast network of alleys spread out on both sides of a river. Like most bazaars throughout Central Asia, the shops selling clothes, accessories & gadgets all operate out of former cargo containers. Bags of vegetables are piled high and buckets of fruit for jam, standard on every Kyrgyz table, stand on the ground. Men with carts are on hand to transport your purchases. As it is Ramadan, many shops are closed.
Fresh raspberries, Osh Bazaar

Fresh raspberries, Osh Bazaar

Osh Bazaar

Osh Bazaar

Osh Bazaar

Osh Bazaar

Osh Bazaar

Osh Bazaar

Osh Bazaar

Osh Bazaar

Turning northwest we drive to Arslanbob for a dramatic change of scenery. This tiny mountain village is surrounded by (supposedly) the largest walnut plantation in the world. We stop at the CBT office and choose a homestay from the photos on the wall. They all look pretty much the same and it's anybody's guess how far away the bathroom will be, so I pick my favorite number, 13. After lunch, we set off with a local guide to hike the area visiting a small and big(ish) waterfall.
Typical restaurant seating

Typical restaurant seating


Standard plastic tablecloth with Som (Kyrgyz currency)

Standard plastic tablecloth with Som (Kyrgyz currency)

The highlight is the walk through the walnut forest while the waterfalls are rather disappointing. The extremely rocky roads are painful to walk on leaving us exhausted after 15kms.
Panorama, Arslanbob

Panorama, Arslanbob


Village of Arslanbob

Village of Arslanbob

Walnut forest, Arslanbob

Walnut forest, Arslanbob


Typical rocky road, Arslanbob

Typical rocky road, Arslanbob

We drive along the border of Uzbekistan having to make a silly detour as official borders are still being worked out, and up a winding dirt road to Lake Sary Chelek. For the first time in weeks, the skies are gray and the lake is not as picturesque as usual.
Lake Sary Chelek

Lake Sary Chelek

Furthermore, the landscape here reminds us of Europe, so unlike the local tourists we meet, we are not as impressed. With the weather turning, we decide to head to the village of Kara Kou for the night only to find that the lone tourist hotel is sold out to an electricians convention. They offer us the possibility of sharing a room with other guests separating men and women, but we decide to continue.
Road from Arslanbob to Toktogul Reservoir

Road from Arslanbob to Toktogul Reservoir

Road from Arslanbob to Toktogul Reservoir

Road from Arslanbob to Toktogul Reservoir

Road from Arslanbob to Toktogul Reservoir

Road from Arslanbob to Toktogul Reservoir

Just as it's looking like we may need to pitch a tent in the rain, we spot a motel near Lake Toktogul, actually a reservoir. It's the cheapest room yet (8 euros for a double). The toilet, albeit inside, has me yearning for an outhouse.
Motel, Toktogul Reservoir

Motel, Toktogul Reservoir

Alexey belongs to a club called the Off Road Kings and their next expedition is coming up in a week. They have never taken tourists before, but he thinks we'd like it and the rest of the group agrees for us to join. We of course will take lots of photos even though they have hired a cameraman. The conditions will be pretty rude, but we decide that this is a unique opportunity, so we drive back to Bishkek for a few days to regroup and buy provisions in anticipation.
One stop yurt shopping

One stop yurt shopping

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