Our destination was Arslanbob, an Uzbek village famous for its walnut forests in the south of Kyrgyzstan, and the others in our taxi were going to Jalal Abad - the problem with this was that we had agreed with our driver on a price to Arslanbob, but he didn't want to take the 2 hour detour and then have to get the others to Jalal Abad!! After some rather forceful arguing (with the help of one of the other passengers who spoke some English) the driver ended up paying for our taxi to the village!!
The drive from Bishkek was quite beautiful, and we made our way over two passes both over 3000m, which spoiled us for views of the dry golden plains below, sprinkled with white yurts.
The LP advised the drive to Arslanbob would take about 12 hours, but with the speed our driver was going we made it there after 8 - and that's including arguing times and a lunch stop!
In Arslanbob we followed a German tourist to his homestay, where we were greeted with smiles by the lady house owner, who later cooked up a storm for our dinner! Meals were cooked off woodfires while we relaxed enjoying views of their gigantic garden full of apple, pear and walnut trees, as well as vege patches and roaming chickens and dogs. Arslanbob is a very welcome change from the hustle and bustle of the Bishkek we left this morning.
We spent the evening chatting away to Simen and hearing about his time in Russia and after such a huge traditional dinner we could barely move to our room for sleep. But since it had been pitch black outside since 8pm and with nothing much to do in this sleepy village at night, there was nothing we'd rather do than chill out and chat.
Adlibing it to Arslanbob.
The drive from Bishkek was quite beautiful, and we made our way over two passes both over 3000m, which spoiled us for views of the dry golden plains below, sprinkled with white yurts.
The LP advised the drive to Arslanbob would take about 12 hours, but with the speed our driver was going we made it there after 8 - and that's including arguing times and a lunch stop!In Arslanbob we followed a German tourist to his homestay, where we were greeted with smiles by the lady house owner, who later cooked up a storm for our dinner! Meals were cooked off woodfires while we relaxed enjoying views of their gigantic garden full of apple, pear and walnut trees, as well as vege patches and roaming chickens and dogs. Arslanbob is a very welcome change from the hustle and bustle of the Bishkek we left this morning.
We spent the evening chatting away to Simen and hearing about his time in Russia and after such a huge traditional dinner we could barely move to our room for sleep. But since it had been pitch black outside since 8pm and with nothing much to do in this sleepy village at night, there was nothing we'd rather do than chill out and chat.
Adlibing it to Arslanbob.
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