After returning from Cholpon-Ata and staying in Bishkek for the night, I made my way across the Kyrgyz-Kazakh border and toward Almaty. I had a little scare crossing the border because I thought I lost my marshrutka group and my ride. This is how a border crossing works in a lot of Asia; your shared ride arrives…
Category: Kyrgyzstan
Lake Issyk-Kul, Kyrgyzstan
Boarding a marshrutka from Bishkek, I took the 6 hour journey to check out Lake Issyk-Kul. While many people choose to make a clockwise or counter-clockwise journey around the massive lake, checking out different perspectives from different towns (with the aim of passing through Karakol, east of the lake, a favorite launching-off point for hikes in the beautiful…
Bishkek, Kyrgyzstan
Naz Gul called a taxi for me to take me back to Bazar-Korgon where I was supposed to find a connecting ride (in the form of a shared minivan ride, or as they’re known in Russian, “marshrutka”) to Bishkek, an 8+ hour journey. Due to a misunderstanding, I found out I had to pay for…
Arslanbob, Kyrgyzstan
After a series of marshrutka rides taking me from Osh to Jalal-Abad to Bazar-Korgon, I entered the Chatkal mountain range and into a region famous for its expansive surrounding walnut forest, one of the largest in the world. My destination was a small, rural village called Arslanbob. After getting dropped off in the village center, I went…
The conversation in the Lada
“Ya ne ponimayu.” No matter how many times I repeated that phrase (and with a smile), the guys in the Lada kept speaking Russian to me. “Guys, I don’t understand!” I guess they believed that with enough persistence, I would finally give in, admit I do speak fluent Russian, and have a conversation with them….
Osh – and where we all said goodbye
Back in 2010 when I first set off to travel the world, I met some guys in a hostel in Turkey who had cycled all the way from Germany. Back then when I first knew that people could ride that far, and even now, after meeting many others who’ve done long-distance bicycle journeys, I am…
Keer-geer-stan – The Journey to Osh
I pride myself on being a decent speller. After all, I was once a reserve on my 3rd grade spelling bee team, combing the Oxford dictionary to learn and memorize multi-syllabic words that I or most normal humans would never use in our daily lives from the day the spelling bee competition ended. (We didn’t…