Our day started in the submarine bus which bumped its way to Kara Jigach, from where we had to catch a taxi to Tashkomur as there were no public buses running through today. In Tashkomur we went to the bus station but it would have been better to have been dropped off at the bridge that leads to the main Bishkek road. 
From the bridge we negotiated a good price back to Bishkek and then had a yummy lunch at a roadside cafe with Stasa and Luka, as well as with a French Canadian cyclist who's cycling the world as part of an environmental project of his. 
At lunch we also got to people-watch (and animal watch), taking in all the interesting people and their surroundings.
After lunch we got in our taxi and retraced a familiar path, only this time the haze from our original journey had drifted away and the view of the mountains and plains was even more spectacular than a week before.
It was amazing to come over the large pass and see Toktogul Reservoir in its true bright blue glory.
Seven hours later we were back in Bishkek for the 4th time, where we caught the familiar 132 marshrutka all the way to the South Guesthouse where we let ourselves in with our key, dropped our bags and walked back out to a restaurant for our first real meal in days - Stasa and Luka making great company once again!
Adlibing it back ... again.
From the bridge we negotiated a good price back to Bishkek and then had a yummy lunch at a roadside cafe with Stasa and Luka, as well as with a French Canadian cyclist who's cycling the world as part of an environmental project of his. At lunch we also got to people-watch (and animal watch), taking in all the interesting people and their surroundings.After lunch we got in our taxi and retraced a familiar path, only this time the haze from our original journey had drifted away and the view of the mountains and plains was even more spectacular than a week before.It was amazing to come over the large pass and see Toktogul Reservoir in its true bright blue glory.Seven hours later we were back in Bishkek for the 4th time, where we caught the familiar 132 marshrutka all the way to the South Guesthouse where we let ourselves in with our key, dropped our bags and walked back out to a restaurant for our first real meal in days - Stasa and Luka making great company once again!
Adlibing it back ... again.
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