The sky was strange this morning:
Approaching. Looming. Foreboding.
Made for an interesting time-lapse though:
(I wish I could turn this into an ever-looping gif.)
There was not much to see besides the clouds:
One time a sign that said Taraz appeared. It was made up of a bunch of stones on a hill:
I had lunch in a restaurant next to the road:
The business had been failing ever since the city had built a bypass that took traffic away from the road:
The owner was a bit sad about this, but he was very nice guy:
We talked about this and that, and then he treated me to lunch.
Little did I know I would screw up my stomach badly:
Luckily I managed to find a loo somewhere:
Yay for loos!
Took me a while after that to get to Taraz.
Sometimes the road would be blocked:
But I eventually did arrive under a nice big gate that said “Taraz”:
Still, I had a long way to go:
It was at about this time that the hotel I had booked cancelled on me. They just sent me an email and told me to go somewhere else.
Nice, I thought, just what I needed.
So I booked another one that looked like it wasn’t that far away.
And I kept walking.
Crossed a mighty river:
Did what people had been telling me NOT to do:
Walking around in Taraz in the darkness:
And then I found my hotel.
The people there were very friendly. They told me about a restaurant that I could go to if I wanted to have dinner.
It turned out that the restaurant was very nice, and it was also a popular place for disco dancing:
I had food and tea, and while I was sitting there I thought to myself: There are only a few things that could be more uplifting than watching Kazakh people dance.