Kyrgyzstan part 2 So we found a mechanic to fit the springs for us for a grand total of $20, and a welding bloke to sort the roof rack out, who did a great job but got a load of weld all over the windscreen so there are melted lines in the glass. Apparently ffs translates into Russian pretty accurately so we got some money off (a couple of stones kicked up today on the road have left two massive cracks in it so it needs replacing when we get home now anyway). We drove on our own again with our newly fixed car up a mountain pass in the direction of Kazakhstan. We spotted a lake on the map so decided that would be the best place to camp. The road got more and more windy through the mountain pass and it ended up getting dark. When we got to the lake it was down a cliff anyway so we carried on driving. When it got a bit flatter, I noticed out of the corner of my eye some tents set up, so I asked Bledd if he reckoned if they were ralliers and we came to the conclusion it was worth turning around to check. Lo and behold there were three teams camping there which was a welcome sight as it meant we had somewhere safe to camp and some good company. The next morning we drove together and had breakfast at a cafe for 30p per table of 5 (!) then we ended up about 3.5k metres up a mountain which was freezing, especially since all our warm clothes were tucked away in the roof bag. The next thing we ended up driving through a really long tunnel and the other side was a road like the Transfagarasan snaking down the hillside. The American team had a drone so they got some videos of us driving up and down the mountain. Then some locals wanted their photo taken with us (this happens a lot!) and asked if we wanted to try some national drink. I didnt want to try it as every national drink Ive had up until now has been rank, I dont even like the British national drink of tea ffs.. one of the lads ended up being sick everywhere after drinking this what we reckon was fermented horse milk as there were a lot of horses about on the farms and they werent being bred for riding.. Anyway I gave into peer pressure and ofcourse it was minging. That night we got across into Kazakhstan and drove to Almaty.
Posted on: Tue, 19 Aug 2014 18:05:49 +0000
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