Astana feels like a cold Dubai. The buildings are high, there are glittering lights everywhere, and nothing is old or imperfect.
So I was very happy when I saw this little library/café:
Maybe there will be more charming places like this in the future.
Went to a pyramid and found out it was closed:
Okay, on to a massive mosque:
It was awesome:
They had an old, handwritten Qur’an on display, apparently a gift to the mosque by President Nazarbayev:
I was wondering for quite a while where he might have found it.
But then I chose to just enjoy the beauty of the place:
Oh, and women had to put on these cloaks:
Reminded me of Star Wars.
The President was very present in the National Museum as well:
And so was one of his colleagues:
I particularly enjoyed this crazy room:
And there was a copy of the so-called “Golden Man”, a burial ornament found near the town of Esik where I went a few months ago:
And then there were the ice-fishers:
They were catching little fish here…
…so they could take those little fish out to a lake later and catch some big fish with them:
It reminded me of Grumpy Old Men:
This guy had family in Cologne:
The river hardly ever froze over there in Cologne:
But it did here.
I flew back to Shymkent a few hours later.