our bar

So the snow had eventually followed me all the way to Shymkent:

I stayed in and compiled some of the footage from Turkistan into a short clip:

No anti-flicker and no effects. Enough work as it was.

Then I went to a bar called Our Bar Наш Бар:

It was a sort of rock/metal place and I found it quite fun:

There was a band made up of a dude that told jokes, a girl that played the piano and another girl in a hat that sang very well:

I liked them.

And then there was this:

“Still Time To Change The Road You’re On”

Okay, I thought.

Then I ordered another Mojito.