We spent Kyrgyzstan’s independence day at the Hippodrome for the Buzkashi finals, a central Asian version of polo… played with a headless goat carcass instead of a ball.
My experience with the Kazakh justice left me confused, bemused, amused and thankfully free… though a little lighter in the wallet.
Chuck’s assiduous notes on the comfort level of camping in the middle of Kazakhastan’s stunning landscape.
We had far too many encounters with the Kazakh police. Sometimes friendly, sometimes harrassing, often corrupt, they were everywhere.
With its ice cream stands and pristine beaches, Kazakhstan’s Lake Burabay definitely had a well-deserved holiday feel.