STEBO'S BLOG

Bus to Almaty Breakfast time again, I love breakfast made to order! This time I had the "fried eggs with vegetables" that turned out to be an omelette with vegetables, it was okay, edible. On the bus We ordered a taxi to the bus station which was completely full with tourists, up to this point I had not seen so many tourists at all. It was only 11km to the border and we arrived to see a huge cue of all kinds of vehicles waiting to be checked through. On the bus we already mad

Our driver Just after breakfast we packed up and met our driver for "Bishkek" one potential driver said he was Kyrgyz and could go all the way, but this guy assured us. "Bishkek, Bishkek yes, yes, yes, Bishkek". Not far from our hotel in Shymkent, the driver picked up a mystery traveller and off we went. Dust Devil I have no idea what speeds we were doing and I was afraid to look, but I recon about 150-180 km/h. Every so often we would slow down as oncoming traffic would warn

Our driver and his car I was pretty much over my "Dushanbelly" episode but I decided a modest breakfast. We were to meet our driver at 08:30 at the entrance of the hotel, it was 08:25 and as I was messaging him he texted "I am here" in English, he was right in front of us. He immediately picked up our bags and loaded them into the car. He was a gentle and humble soul. The border It was about an hour and we had left behind the parched brown landscape of Tajikistan, it was kin