In the constant battle against my raging appetite, the mighty kebab in all its forms has long played an integral part in keeping this particular man’s adventure moving forward.
The ferry from Kazakhstan to Azerbaijan has no schedule. It shows up and leaves when it feels like it. Romantic, huh? Not if our visas are about to run out.
Sheep ass is a delicacy in central Asia, and its fat meat seems to turn up in the most unexpected places. Beware, the following list is for the adventurous only.
We had a few more encounters with the Kazakh police. Each time, we were amazed at how imaginative they can be when it comes to charging you with something.
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.
With Phil’s impending trial, we were in danger of losing Betty. In our despair, we turned to Kumys, an alcoholic drink made from fermented mare’s milk.
Almost sinking into a well led us to our best adventure yet- our saviours invited us to their Yurt for a truly Kazakh experience.