Someone told me that whenever he looks back at the time spent in Kyrgyzstan, there is this sadness that takes a hold of him. I can fully relate to this – whilst adventures are amazing stories to be told, they bring a sense of melancholy when recollected. All the food, the people, the experiences that we are now taken away from to slave in university of at the job. Makes one just run with the circus.
Somebody was very excited in the (pocketses!) morning! A great start to a day of trips, with impressive Gollum impressions by Annushia, most definitely the reason for which the trainers were separated from the masses in a special bus. All the insane people need to keep their corruption away.
Perhaps one of the most entertaining characteristic of post-soviet/post-communist/not-so-post-but-rather-quite-communist countries is their ability to build and create the weirdest possible attractions in an attempt to either seem multicultural or to attract visitors. So, it seemed, quite close to our resort, in Cholpon-Ata, lay a place with various religious temples all in one and spread between them statues of said cultures.
From plastic cactus, to Asians being Asians and a grand picture of some random person (I’m sure it’s not random but not fully interested in not being flippant about culture), we were offered about an hour of roaming around mocking all the statues. Other than that, there wasn’t much happening right there.
Luckily enough (well, for some), the trip day wasn’t finished by just seeing some rather boring formations of rock and frolicking inside a yurt (plus, wasn’t quite the kind of frolicking I would have enjoyed). Most of the trainers got in a bumpy van and made their way to the Grigorievka Reservation.
The beginning of a Westerner (the movie kind, not a white person), the “indians” (no, not the ones in the bus with me) slowly emerging from the fields and mountains, assessing how difficult it would be to topple our car and steal my camera. (I am, off course, joking. No one would dare steal from me).
Spring was in the air – accompanied by the smell of cars burning from the inside. Demons seemed to churn inside as it whirred past. Once gone past, nature stayed silent as we took our collective asses from inside the car and tried to think of what to do next.
The ladies weren’t extremely impressed by the need to cross a river.
Treasure! Snow! I was extremely tempted to taste it – as I generally have this impulse whenever I see the white stuff (no, not cocaine). But I managed to control myself. I only like the fresh stuff (again, no, not cocaine).
Kai wasn’t very impressed with the speed at which our company was moving, so she went off exploring and climbing rocks on her own.
Some of us, valiant and brave, attempted to climb as much as we could. Alas, the rest seemed to give up quite fast so we had to start our trek back.
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