Kyrgyzstan Bike-Packing Day 16: The Grand Migration I awake at 05h30. It’s still bucketing down. My bladder is fit to burst. I decide to make a dash for it at the first sign of let up. The wait is interminable. Eventually The sound of the rain diminishes a tad and I do what has to…
Kyrgyzstan Bike-Packing Day 15: Hit by the storm! I wake at 05h30 with a bulging bladder. We’ve agreed 08h00 breakfast, but there’s no ways I can hold it until then. What the heck, I’m going. I creep through their room and this time make sure to position myself directly over the triangle. The evidence of…
Kyrgyzstan Bike-Packing Day 14: Experience Kyrgyz family life Kati wakes up and pronounces this to have been the best tent sleep of the trip so far. It’s a good start. We polish off the rice from last night, washed down with condensed milk coffee and we are pumped to hit the climb! It turns out…
Kyrgyzstan Bike-Packing Day 13: Getting off the beaten track As we head out past the next yurt camp, we see about 15 top end cross country mountain bikes lying on the grass. We pull in to see what’s what and sure enough, it’s for a group of Israelis on an organized tour. Their local Kyrgyz…
Kyrgyzstan Bike- Packing Day 12: Yurting Again Sleep definitely does the trick and I feel great after a clean, warm night in a proper bed. My appetite has returned for breakfast, thank goodness! We have a relatively short and easy day today, so it’s a lazy start and we shop for food on the way…
Kyrgyzstan Bike- Packing Day 11: Two days in one After a breakfast of chai, bread, butter, cream and keifer (soured milk – like Amasi), Yurt lady (we never did get her name), sends us off with a bag of bread and a plastic cup of homemade butter. We protest that it will melt, but she…