shower of the avantgarde
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I didn’t leave right away.
Instead I went to a bazaar to find a new stool to sit on:
My old one (both of them actually, the green one and the blue one) had finally succumbed to my weight after eight years.
So I roamed Osh Bazaar for a little while:
Until I found one:
(I found two actually, a green one and a blue one.)
Then I went back to the hostel, loaded up the Caboose and left Bishkek.
The way out was basically just a long, straight road:
And there were lots of places where people could either repair or wash their cars.
This one was called Avantgarde:
I liked it.
Lunch was in a nice little place next to the road, and it was a particularly good lunch:
I passed a mosque on the way:
And a made a new walking video. I had been experimenting with a new video series I wanted to start. And after several failed attempts I had finally found a way to work around the limitations of the camera.
The series was going to be called “Let’s Walk”:
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Now I only needed to improve the sound.
After a while I could see the open country:
And houses that looked like farmhouses:
I was listening to a playlist made up of songs that you had recommended for me a few days ago when I was still on the border of Korday. Some of the songs were good.
And I was glad.
Then I reached Sokuluk, a small town with a big monument for the anti-fascist effort during WWII:
There was a strange “bridge” I had to cross:
Well, I could have walked around it, but I was totally in the zone, adventure-mode revved up and all, so I walked the bridge and made a video of it:
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Then there was this little guy who passed me on his bike, stopped and showed me the way to a hotel:
All the while I was hoping that he hadn’t seen my excitement about the bridge.
When I arrived at the hotel, there were several ladies who were working there. They were all very friendly. A drunk man was there, too, he was not just a little drunk but very drunk, and everyone seemed to be annoyed by him.
The room I got was okay.
And the shower! It didn’t look like much, but it was one of the best showers I’ve ever used:
Now, what was so good about that shower, you ask?
It’s actually quite simple.
Stable temperature + stable pressure.
Basically just a steady torrent of steaming hot water.
I don’t need much porcelain. I just want the water to be good.
So I was glad.