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Published: September 28th 2014
I am writing you all while sitting in a big arm chair, sipping tea and eating plain Lays chips. What a great life hey? The last week or so I have burst out of the bubble that is Osh, started to see a bit more of what the great nation of Kyrgyzstan has to offer, by basically travelling around it as much as I can via marshutka and/or shared taxi. And... this country is really gorgeous!! Who knew? So for this blog, lets start at the start...
Against all common knowledge, and opposite to what the CBT guy in Osh says, there is a marshutka that leaves Osh city at 7:15am every day, bound for Toktogul. Toktogul is a small town, of about 20,000 people, in the northern part of the Jalal-Abad oblast. Now you can be in the J-Bad oblast about an hour out of Osh, but of course, Toktogul is on the opposite side of the very large oblast. Classic. So to start my Tour de Kyrgyzstan, Toktogul was my obvious first target. Even though it was 8 hours away, good thing I can stare out marshutka windows! So after getting
myself on the marshutka to Toktogul, I settled into a seat, which I chose because it was a single and next to a window that actually could open (thinking forward 5 hours for when that then chilly marshutka was going to be a sauna of human sweat), and we were off, north bound. Well kind of Northeast, the road that runs North to South between Bishkek and Osh has to make a pretty wide curve to avoid barging though the Uzbek border.
So the ride to Toktogul was fairly uneventful. We stopped for a breakfast break in Jalalabad city, where I ate lagman with a man whose own breakfast of champions was a chicken leg and a couple shots of vodka. An artist also tried to get me to buy a large, framed painting of horses galloping across the Kyrgyz landscape. As if that's what I needed at that moment. I politely declined. When the marshutka did heat up past the point of comfort, I did slide my window open a bit, only to have the obnoxious jegeet behind me reach over my head to slide it shut. Apparently he didn't know how cranky Canadian girls get
when they can't breathe. I opened it again and smacked his hand away the next time he tried. There was also a really adorable child, about 15 months, on the marshutka. He went from wearing polar fleece, footie pyjama pants, to nothing at all. Which took up about 20 minutes of my mental thought "What happens if that kid pees, or worse, on the floor of this marshutka?" He didn't! Phew, bullet dodged.
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