When I finally peeled my head off the pillow in Bishkek, did a little laundry, unpacked (actually... unpacked is pretty inaccurate, the same effect would be achieved by placing a small explosive in the centre of my backpack) and had some food, I was ready to go out and explore Kyrgyzstan's capital, as well as meet my new truck group. Bishkek as a city, was nice enough in a concrete, soviet sort of way; it was busy and lived in, with monuments and museums, lots of pretty parks and places to sit outside, big broken outside arcades, and a lot of 'freedom' statues. Unfortunately, the only map I had was in my Lonely Planet, and due to A. Them getting the compass direction completely wrong and B. Putting street names in English despite everything actually being
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