- Kyrgyz Tales, part 4: a brief episode with cycling solo and an epilogue with no cycling at all
I felt their eyes on me.
„No, my husband is right behind me,” I answered knowing that they will find out that my husband either wears an invisibility cloak or does not exist if they stay at the road for a while.
- Kyrgyz Tales, Part 3: Jottings from Karakol
It was like in a base camp. I mean, besides electricity, fast wi-fi and the shop around the corner where you could swing by in your flip-flops. Also, we were in Kyrgyzstan’s fourth biggest city and none of us was even close to being a mountaineer. We were all regular tourists. The mood was truly basecamp-ish, though. We would maniacally check the weather forecast and played cards for hours to kill the time. Sometimes the noise of squealing tires followed by the rumble of crashing cars drowned out the monotonous sound of the rain on the tin roof. Another jerk went through a red light on the intersection in front of the hostel.
- Kyrgyz tales, part 2: beach vibes at Issyk-Kul, fairytale and not-really-fairytale canyons and hunger for adventure
I don’t remember his name. Let’s just call him „Mister Five Thousand Benefits”. He joined us at the beach in Tong and, while sharing a watermelon with us, was trying to convert us to Islam.
- Kyrgyz tales, part 1: Always look on the bright side
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