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Thinking about many things…

So I came back, and it was wonderful.
I had come across few things that bugged my days and my mind.
Bicycle tires!
Blog editing (with iPad)
Rechargeable lights… (Two of my lights “expensive shit” died, the same day)

Bokonbaevo, end of the road

For me that’s the end of my Kyrgyz bicycle trip.
The mountains and life over 2000 meters altitude is rude, cold and dry. Places where to buy food are scarce in many regions, and keep your food fresh is another problem.

I loved Kyrgyzstan, it’s a magic place, full of beauty, and wonderful people, I think even coming back but earlier in the summer, beginning of July would be nice, to avoid the cold mountain nights.

Water in many places is not a problem, but in some regions like around Yssik-Kul lake if you go off the beaten path you should be prepared, as there is plenty of water in the lake, but a bit salty to drink...

Yssik-Kul the big lake

Left Kochkor on the third day, on the nice road direction Yssik-Kul, the region is pretty desert like, arid, dry. I went by a lake not far from Kochkor that only a small portion was filled with water.

Every now and than, plastic bottles, trash, dry mountains, and some camels in the distance.

I’ve had the feeling to be somewhere in US, the landscape are pretty similar to some regions in Utah.
Once I’ve reached the shores of lake Yssik-Kul, I was on the main road, where cars were passing by at 100km/h, on a bumpy road.

Chayek, Kochkor, and Yurt

The road after Kyzyl-Oi was still bad, with plenty of beauty to admire in the Kekemeren Valley.
As the traveler reaches Aral, the road get paved with a brand new asphalt, and it’s a joy to ride, smooth and fast, I started swallowing kilometers happily and fast.
I’ve reached Chayek in the mid afternoon with plenty of time to find a guesthouse, shower, relax and get some food.

Kekemeren Valley

After Suusamyr the road was still bad and tricky, switching sides every now and than, to avoid the wavelets. The first village I cycle through was Kojomkul.
Nobody around, few voices of kids playing, one distant truck turning left on a side road, abandoned houses, or never finished constructions, curios dogs, wavelets, broken road, old rusty skeletons of some soviet machinery. There is beauty in desolation.