The title pretty much sums up our day as we hopped from taxi to marshrutka and wound our way to Osh. We had intended to stay in Ozgen, but after walking around in the midday heat for over an hour we decided to just see the sight we came to see and then move on. 
The reason we came was to see an old Minaret and three mausoleums side by side - these structures were built before the times of coloured tiles that enthralled us in Turkestan, but the terracotta carvings and patterns were just stunning. 
We enjoyed seeing a structure that showed its age but also a respectful maintenance. 
When we arrived a young boy literally sprinted up the street to meet us and then blew us away with his phenomenal English skills. We talked for 20 minutes and he understood everything - he even translated to his friend, an old man, and a teenager who had gathered around to hear the chatter. He was stoked to receive a NZ coin, hopefully proof to his teacher that the thing that caused his late arrival back at school was at least something constructive.
We finally arrived in Osh in the late afternoon an picked our way around the edge of the busy bazaar to make it to the Osh Guesthouse where we hope to convince some travellers to come with us on a power mission to a lake up north.
At the guesthouse we joined in a great few hours of conversation - most of the travellers were mad cyclists from all over the world, some ranging from weeks on the bike to a Spanish guy who has been on the road for almost 3 years! We heard stories, made contacts and got great info - all the things you benefit from by staying in a dorm over a hotel.
For dinner we headed out to a cheap laghman dinner with some of the travellers, where the good conversation continued. It's nice to be with like minded travellers all heading out for a cheap feed!
Adlibing too many vehicles.
The reason we came was to see an old Minaret and three mausoleums side by side - these structures were built before the times of coloured tiles that enthralled us in Turkestan, but the terracotta carvings and patterns were just stunning. We enjoyed seeing a structure that showed its age but also a respectful maintenance. When we arrived a young boy literally sprinted up the street to meet us and then blew us away with his phenomenal English skills. We talked for 20 minutes and he understood everything - he even translated to his friend, an old man, and a teenager who had gathered around to hear the chatter. He was stoked to receive a NZ coin, hopefully proof to his teacher that the thing that caused his late arrival back at school was at least something constructive.We finally arrived in Osh in the late afternoon an picked our way around the edge of the busy bazaar to make it to the Osh Guesthouse where we hope to convince some travellers to come with us on a power mission to a lake up north.
At the guesthouse we joined in a great few hours of conversation - most of the travellers were mad cyclists from all over the world, some ranging from weeks on the bike to a Spanish guy who has been on the road for almost 3 years! We heard stories, made contacts and got great info - all the things you benefit from by staying in a dorm over a hotel.
For dinner we headed out to a cheap laghman dinner with some of the travellers, where the good conversation continued. It's nice to be with like minded travellers all heading out for a cheap feed!Adlibing too many vehicles.
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