Uzbekistan reminded me in many ways of my home country Zimbabwe, a land of incomprehensible procedures, corrupt police and worthless money.
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.
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.
We arrived at the Rubtsovsk border crossing to the Kazakh town of Semey just before 9am with fears it could take hours to get through. Our concerns were superfluous.
On the last leg of our Russian journey, we met a set of interesting characters, ranging from “church security” twins to a vodka drinking cop by the name of Nikolai.