Kashgar

The two hour jump in time and a required driving test for the lads allowed us to sleep in today. Although I must say that waking up surrounded by glittered walls and ceiling, all painted in baby blue and pink was sort of like waking up in Barbie's bedroom...without Barbie!

  

 Next we wandered the city market and some streets in the old city.  Scooters are everywhere.

 We met Tao and headed out for a city tour. The main mosque was once again unique on both design and function. The gardens were really cool. 

We ended our tour by choosing a restaurant off of an alley with no tourists. The whole meal was $10 for the four of us!

Back at the hotel we had a beer and a nap. It was now easily over 85 outside. Later in the evening we went out for dinner on the street. Noodles and chicken, a pot of tea and a beer-$2.75.  The local people are so welcoming!

Torugart Pass

A very cold 6am wake up was followed by a quick breakfast and departure to the border. The mountain range surrounding the first checkpoint was impressive. The photo shows the vast plains of Kyrgyzstan (12,000ft) and the northern edge of the Himalayas in the distance. This is the Chinese border in the distance. 

The Silk Route had many different physical barriers to overcome, none more difficult that the vast Tian Shan mountains, the northern extension of the Himalayas, that separate the kingdoms of the Kyrgs, now Kyrgyzstan, and the land of the Turkic speaking Uyghurs, Chinese Turkestan. The main route through these mountains was and still is through the 13.000 ft. Torugart Pass. This journey is not for the faint- hearted as roads are poor but passable. The route is through stunning mountains and is one of the most exciting overland routes in the area. 

The first checkpoint was painless. A pleasant Krygyi office took a quick look inside the truck and our passports were verified. We were then released to go on to the next point. 

Three hours of dirt road with deep ruts and potholes, slow-going at best, got us to the next checkpoint where we went through customs and immigration. The Chinese border,as identified by a double six ft high barbed wire fence, was to outright for the last twenty miles. 

The process was simple and quick. They did a short compulsory inspection of the truck and we were allowed to pass through to the summit of the pass five  miles further down the road.  There was another checkpoint before the summit. 

It was still really cold, warmer in the bright, cloudless sunshine. We'd been traveling at 12-13,000 ft for quite some time already so crossing over wasn't as dramatic as we had been imagining.

At the official Chinese border we said goodbye to our guides, Anton and Makbarat. They boarded  their private transport back to Bishkek. The border had an impressive iron gate and a welcome sign. Sorry, no photos at the border other thus one taken a few hundred yards past the gate.  There was no Ted tape. We simply drove through. Hmmmm?

It was noticeably drier on the China side and there were more magnificent mountains in the distance.  The road was now marginally paved...amen!

The first checkpoint was three miles past the border.  There we met our Chinese border agent (Ahmed and not "Chinese") to help us through the process. We and the truck were thoroughly searched, our passports reviewed, and we were passed through to the next checkpoint 35 miles further down the road. We made a rolling lunch of sandwiches and fruit and prepared ourselves for immigration. 

The road condition improved significantlyand  the drive through the Kasgar highway gorge was spectacular with high rocky peaks on both sides of the river. Felt yurts were replaced by those made of mud and there was little livestock to be seen on the barren slopes.  Motorcycles and scooters were plentiful. There was a light haze that smacked of smog but there were no industrial plants in sight. Our guide said it was simply a high dust storm from the desert around Kashgar. 

Being in the Uyghur district we thought we would not change our clocks to China time. However that was not yhe case it will be intetesting havong the sun risr two hours later than it did 100 miles to the west...smile.

We reached the final checkpoint at 4:00 pm. Nine hours into the crossing, this is where our passports and visas were processed. We met our official guide here as well. His name is Tao, which means "wave" in Chinese. Dave and Frenchy's new passports have one blank white page which has created all kinds of questions and delays. Today was no different.  Then there was the truck paperwork. We departed the immigration station at 7:30 pm. Nihao China!

Our drive on to Kashgar was under two hours. With the time change we were checked in to our hotel, fed, and asleep by midnight.  Just another typical border crossing. 

PS:  Check out our pretty glittered hotel room!

 

Hello Bobbie again, I've decided to leave the image place holders in place, again I will repost if I can get the imagery--B

Tash Rabat

We did our shopping for the next two days and set off toward the towering mountains we have been watching grow for the last two days.  They ate so high and still so far away cameras just can't capture their grandeur.

We entered Tash Rabat canyon and checked into our yurt camp. 

Then we rented horses and went fir a two hour ride. 

We are camped at the foot of an ancient caravanserai built in the 900's. very cool. 

Chech out the natural rock fortress above the ancient one!

We had dinner in the yurt and went to sleep early. 

China tomorrow and we need to get to the border by 9am and then the pass. 

Hello Readers

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And then there were five

Today marked the beginning of my third month of travel. Gosh, have I really already been gone nine weeks!  This now marks the longest vacation I have ever been on and I'm not quite halfway finished!

With the departures of our other traveling companions there are five of us left in the family and going on to China-John, my British roommate; Enid, our gal from Yorkshire county, UK; Joe, our last remaining Aussie; and Sheena, from BC, Canada. 

Erkin, our wonderful guide had a family emergency and was replaced by Anton, a nice Russian lad, and a trainee Makbarrat, a really lovely gal-both in their early twenties and a bit shy-funny, they being tour guides and all!

We stopped at an ATM for one last injection of cash, our final opportunity in Kyrgyzstan, and then headed east out of Bishkek with the massive Tian Shan mountain range to the south. It was a beautiful sunny day full of excitement to be starting the next leg of our adventure. 

We traveled back through the Chong Kemin river valley to the western tip of Lske Ysyk-kol and then south toward Naryn, our destination today. 

Once in the valley we were surrounded by lush grassy mountains changing to high desert sage and scrub after the summit.  Along the way we stopped for a glass of that wonderful fermented mare's milk.  The taste is smokey and lemony with a tart tang that lasts a while in your mouth...interesting and unforgetable!

Our guides didn't know the road well and we side-stepped our lunch stop in Kochkor. I was following the whole thing on my GPS but got mystified by the landscape and forgot to say something. The next "town" was a few more miles down the highway-under full construction (dirt, gravel and slow going). A couple of hours later we found a two horse town and a cute restaurant full of travelers. Noodles and fried fresh trout filled our tummies and prepared us for the next three hours of "massage" highway. It was only 45 miles and took that long. 

Naryn is a river town nestled in a deep gorge below staggering snow covered peaks. Our guest house was in an old Russian style apartment building. Quite nice actually with a great included dinner and breakfast. No wifi now for at least two days.

Bishkek

We arrived mid-afternoon to our hotel, the Asia Mountains.  A really lovely place with beautiful gardens. 

For our farewell dinner we went to a local spot where they played videos of birds with disco music. We had a (several) bottles of REAL red wine, an assortment of local and Chinese dishes, and lots of laughs. I will miss these folks a lot. They were possibly the best part of this amazing adventure thus far. 

Our new family member, Sheena, from British Colombia, joined in. She'll work n just fine. 

Our full day in Bishkek included a visit to the local market where I bought a toilet seat...more on that later. We toured the city, its gardens and parks, and went to afrw museums. Really nice!  This place is a garden city and claims to be the greenest on Central Asia. 

We went to a German restaurant for our final goodbyes and enjoyed great sausages and really good beer.  Tomorrow we begin our trek toward Tougart Pass and into CHINA!  Yippee!

On to Bishkek

We broke camp and traveled out of the valley and onto the Bishkek plain. Along the way we stopped at Balasagym, the ruins of a 9th century city and famous stop along the Silk Route. The minaret was on great condition and originally stood 140ft tall. The gravestones were unique as well, each depicting a human form or face. The wildflowers were just starting to bloom and the sun had come out. 

An hour out of the city we actually drove through a short stretch of highway in Kazakhstan.  It was one of those land swap deals. No documents were required but there were barrier fences on both sides of the road. After about a mile we were back in Kyrgyzstan once again. So...put another country on my list!  Yippee!

We arrived in the city late  afternoon and settled in at our comfortable city centre location.  Two nights of comfort and convenience, a chance to wash  EVERYTHING in my bag, and a grand goodbye dinner await. 

Bishkek is the relaxed capital of Kyrgyzstan with a pleasant laid-back atmosphere. The city centers around Ala-too Square, previously known as Lenin's Square under the previous Soviet regime. Lenin used to stand in his concrete overcoat in the middle of the square, proudly gesturing towards the mountains. The century old oaks here and all along Freedom Avenue make Bishkek one of the greenest cities in Central Asia.  Quite pretty. 

Chong Kemin Valley

REAL fried eggs, cooked to order, and the best attempt yet at a slice of ham, started our day. It doesn't get much better than that! 

We stopped at the local market (pouring rain maketh not for a lovely shopping experience). We foraged for the next four meals and then said goodbye to Kara-kol and our really, REALLY NICE hotel.  

A six hour drive-we've heard that before...:-)-lay ahead.  However, before leaving civilization we did make a few more stops-a real grocery store for peanut butter and coffee beans (no luck), post office to mail cards, liquor store for MORE vodka, and back to the hotel for one last REAL toilet moment!

We headed north through the Kara-kol Valley and then west skirting Ysyk-kol lake and the Tian Shan mountains to our right. . These beauties are part of the Himalayas. We are now only a few hundred miles from the Tibetan plateau and we will be there...in about a week. 

This mountain range rises to 25,000 feet and is really amazing in size and scope. Watching them jut abruptly from the flat plains was stunning!  

Just before lunch we stopped at a few lake vendors and bought smoked salmon, rainbow trout, and caviar. We also got a jar of pickled mushrooms and a bottle of raspberry liquor. The fresh salmon caviar was a plus. All of that came to a grand total of $25. We'll be eating good tonight. 

We found a spot for lunch by the lake before heading up into the mountains and had a grand lunch.  We traveled through first, a desert canyon, and then through lush grassy mountains until reaching our campsite. 

We set up camp together for the last time as a large gruop amd my team was on charge of dinner. A 2 oz portion of Smoked salmon on a canapés with a Dijon mustatd dressing, served on cucumber and fresh rye bread with a tangy fig balsamic vinegar topping. Next was a generous portion of fresh salmon caviar served on a lightly baked shortbread biscuit. Second course was a hearty eggplant and tomato stew served over tasty egg pasta. Dessert was a chocolate covered biscuit (cookie) coveted with sesme and poppie seeds and accompanied by Krygyi cognac. Now this is camping!. 

We ended the night with another roaring campfire and several rounds of "I love you, man" fueled by vodka and a genuine appreciation for the amazing camaraderie of our group!

It's your turn

For all of you living vicariously through my   blog, PLEASE use the comment box once in a while. I'm out here in this huge amazing world all alone (oh poor me) and it would be nice to hear from some of you nice in a while. Hint...hint!!!!!

Jeti Orghuz Valley

We slept in, like until after 9:00! It was a VERY cold night. Sure glad to have that subzero sleeping bag! We all welcomed the warm sun and rising temps. Breakfast as usual was followed by a grand hike up into a neighboring valley and to a really splendid waterfall. Like all the British and Aussie adjectives I'm using?

I split off from the group and visited a family setting up their summer yurts. We chatted and I was invited to have tea. Didn't understand a word we each said. It was fun using sign language and sharing photos. We laughed a lot. So sweet and welcoming.

I found a huge open meadow on the way back and had lunch with a cow and a horse who seemed to be friends. They grazed together only feet apart for quite some time. The horse was interested in my apple. The cow not so much. In the end the horse won out and got half of the fruit!

Back in camp I set up a make shift pastry kitchen and made snicker/banana cream and strawberry/chocolate tarts-my gift to the group to follow our lamb BBQ tonight!

Erkin arranged for a group of fellows to BBQ a whole lamb in camp. They showed up in the late afternoon and put up their spit; started the fire. They used wood and then coal. It was a very hot fire. Then came the marinated meat and the turning began. The banquet lasted until none of us could move!

We had a grand bonfire. John and Ollie, we left you a huge tree by the campfire. Enjoy burning the last half!

Lake Ysyk-kol

We started our day with a second visit to the felt workshop. After dinner last night we compared our purchases and decided a return opportunity was in order. We also stopped at the market to shop for the next three days. We bought too much as usual. No one will starve. For a change there were many small grocery stores with a nice supply of some familiar products-especially Snickers bars!

With our retail needs satisfied we hit the road with Lake Ysyk-kol as our destination. It was an overcast day for a change and the coolness was welcomed.

Lake Ysyk-kol is a high mountain lake, in size and elevation only second to Lake Titticaca in Bolivia. It is slightly saline having over 200 rivers flowing in and no outflow (very much like the Caspian Sea). It is over 2500 feet deep. We reached the lakeshore in just a couple of hours. The terrain on the south side is desert and today it was very, very windy. The dust storm was intense. Through one little village not a soul could be seen as the huge dust clouds engulfed everything in sight.

We found a spot with a small "windbreak" of trees and made lunch in the truck. Horse meat and cheese sandwiches with lots of fresh veggies. Interesting. One of the family, it seems, discovered she's allergic to horse meat and broke out in hives. The wind died down and the rain started. An hour later it was calm and the sun came out. It was still quite cool.

Our activity this afternoon was an eagle hunting exhibition. We were met by the eagle keeper and drove to a secluded area in the desert. After introducing us to the golden eagle, he released a rabbit, took the bird up to the top of the ridge, and let it go. Within seconds the eagle had the rabbit and was devouring it before our eyes. Bones and all it only took about ten minutes for the prey to be gone. Gruesome and interesting at the same time. We remarked that back home this type of exhibition would never take place!

Following the eagle event the weather gods came back with impeding gloom and we opted to drive to Karakol, second largest city in the country, and a guest house instead of camping. For $11 per person we got the entire faculty with a full kitchen. The drive along the coastline was nice despite the weather. Views of the mountains were overwhelming at times. As we neared town the desert transformed into fertile farmland.