Blogs from Jalal-Abad, Kyrgyzstan, Asia

It's ambitious to not long have changed country and then attempt to take 3 buses (4 if you count the marshrutka we took to the bus station) to get to somewhere in the country, but with a few words of Kyrgyz and Russian (Emma) and the village we were heading to being a common part of the traveller trail we figured we'd make it. There is a direct bus but it doesn't leave until mid-afternoon, arriving early evening so we'd effectively lose the day. Besides where was the fun in that?! We got lucky and didn't have to wait more than 10 minutes for any bus. Each one had to stop for fuel but it was a quick affair as the engine is left running so it is simply a case of sticking the hose in ... read more

Нет Человек, Нет ПроблемNo Person, No ProblemИюсеф Джугашвили (Сталин)Jusef Jugashvili (Stalin) We followed Latchin's youngest daughter down the rocky road through Arslanbob village. It was late afternoon and the sun was casting a California light on the trees and the airy Uzbek homes. A call to prayer sang out from a small mosque and completed the sensory aesthetic. Fall had come to the Ferghana range and the village was quiet and half empty. At 17 years old, the girl was growing into her father's lean, quick stature. She moved along effortlessly on the loose cobbles of the towns roads, leading us to the home of her uncle, where a hot banya awaited. We strolled along quietly, partially silenced by the perfect beauty of the evening, and partially by the lack of a common language. Many girls ... read more

Probral jsme se uplně rozlámaný z minibusu a k tomu mě bolí břicho a leze na mě nějaká viroza, jako na všechny. Přijeli jsme do levkýho kempu asi ze sovětský doby je to u jezera pod velkou horou která má 4500 metrů. Je tu sprcha postele a šíleně hnusný záchod, ale když musíš tak musíš..:D Na pokoji jsem s Traianem z Rumunska a se Stefanem z Itálie, kterýmu není moc dobře. Pro problémy s trávením se vžil pojem vodopád (waterfall) který tu začínáme slýchat docela často..:D Odpoledne jsme se vydali k pravému vodopádu asi 5 km od kempu. Podél celé cesty je něco jako trh, kde můžete vidět čerstvé maso pověšené na slunci a mraky dalších věcí jako čerstvé ovoce a med. Všude ale opravdu všude jsou melouny. Na trhu jsem si koupil kovbojský klobouk za ... read more