hole in the sky

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When I woke up, the pilgrims had already left. So I said good-bye to Katya and her husband, the owners of the pilgrim guesthouse:

hostel owners

Then I left the village that was called Aisha Bibi after the mausoleum:

road out of Aisha Bibi

One time I saw a single dog on the road:

dog

I still wonder where it was going.

Another time I ran into Shantosh from India:

Shantosh and his buddy

He and his buddy worked in a place nearby and stopped their car for a chat.

And then the sky started looking seriously weird:

clouds

Sometimes there were singular rays of light piercing through the clouds:

light

And sometimes there were holes in the sky:

opening in the clouds

I didn’t have much time to look up though. It was an uphill day for me.

I had chosen an old road that went winding up the mountains rather than a new highway that conquered them in one long slope.

Most business along the old road had apparently long died:

abandoned gas station

Since there was not much to see or to do, I just kept climbing up the slope, looking at the occasional Soviet monument next to the road:

Soviet monument

And that was about it:

old road across the mountains

With the cold and the wind, the climb turned out to be tough:

Actually, it was pretty terrible.

When I finally arrived on a plateau, the sky there looked strange as well:

strange light

I entertained myself taking shadow selfies:

shadow selfie

And then I reached a village:

village of Nurkent

I figured that it might have a restaurant or a shop where I could ask for a place to sleep.

But as I started walking into it, it seemed awfully quiet:

village workyard

A lady appeared and told me there was nothing here. But only three kilometers down the main highway I would find a place with many restaurants and maybe even hotels.

So I walked along the highway:

walking into the night

But it wasn’t exactly three kilometers.

It turned out to be more like ten kilometers. And then some.

So I popped in my earphones and blasted Cradle Of Filth, and the adrenaline carried me through the dark and the cold until I got to this place:

enter Bauyrzhan Momyshuly

Bauyrzhan Momyshuly, a little town named after some Soviet hero.

I walked through the town gate, and then a dude appeared out of the dark and told me where I would find a hotel.

Okay, I said, and I kept walking according to his instructions:

Bauyrzhan Momyshuly

It turned out to be a long and dark road that led out of town:

awfully quiet road

And just as I began to get a bit worried, I came to a building that looked like it might be a hotel. I went in, and the dude was already there.

“Dinner is ready”, he said, and I sat down at a table.

And everything was quiet for a moment.

Until she appeared:

Madina

Madina, seven, owner of Murka the cat.



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