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Tried to post this on pillowfort, it wouldn’t load, trying here, but no real faith– the wifi here is real bad.
The wifi is so slow at this motel. It’s just real slow. I was going to try to post pics but like. No way is that going to work. Instagram remains the glitchy and unreliable but only possible method of upload at this point, and it crossposts ok to facebook so my folks know I’m alive.
We left Bishkek, after a great evening of Independence Day celebrations, and took a taxi some 270 kilometers up into the mountains. There’s a huge lake, Issyk-Kul, an endorrheic (sp? no outflow) lake, at about a mile elevation. I thought I’d have trouble adjusting but I’m fine.
It’s ravishingly beautiful up here, and the lake is a stunning blue, with mountains all around. There’s some sandy areas of beach, maintained, though without lifeguards. Our motel is near the beach, in a walled little compound, and it’s an easy walk to the beach but we have to do it, like, winding through some ruins that are apparently under active demolition at the moment? So that’s entertaining. We also have to step over a partly-demolished wall. But there’s a well-worn little network of paths, and clearly you’re meant to be on that beach, so.
The town is not super convenient; it’s all arranged along a single road, so there are no blocks. It’s just a long stretch of walking, up and down hills. It’s over a mile to the bus station that we have to get to in order to catch the shuttle to the Nomad Games. Dude had also been planning for us to hike there with all our luggage when we were going to leave here, and I’ve pointed out that this is an absolutely insane proposition. We will call a taxi to come get us, there’s no way we’re schlepping that luggage more than about a hundred meters at this point. No thanks.
Opening Ceremonies are tonight for the Nomad Games, but not until 8pm.
I slept really badly our last night in Bishkek, so last night we got back from the beach (I went in just deep enough to get my suit wet; Dude stood knee-deep complaining of the cold, and then we retreated to the cabana up on the beach and bought lukewarm 8% ABV beers), and I sat down, and then I lay down, and then I went to sleep at about 7pm. I woke up around 11 and was like, shit, what have I done to myself, but then I rolled over and fell asleep again. There was all kinds of noise and ruckus, dogs barking, people talking, babies crying, roosters crowing– roosters crowing? yeah it was 5am. Oh. I slept through all of it, and was aware of it but not enough to wake up.
So that was good, I really needed a good sleep.
Hell. Breakfast doesn’t start for another hour, I might go back to sleep again. I was so tired.
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Tried to post this on pillowfort, it wouldn’t load, trying here, but no real faith– the wifi here is real bad.
The wifi is so slow at this motel. It’s just real slow. I was going to try to post pics but like. No way is that going to work. Instagram remains the glitchy and unreliable but only possible method of upload at this point, and it crossposts ok to facebook so my folks know I’m alive.
We left Bishkek, after a great evening of Independence Day celebrations, and took a taxi some 270 kilometers up into the mountains. There’s a huge lake, Issyk-Kul, an endorrheic (sp? no outflow) lake, at about a mile elevation. I thought I’d have trouble adjusting but I’m fine.
It’s ravishingly beautiful up here, and the lake is a stunning blue, with mountains all around. There’s some sandy areas of beach, maintained, though without lifeguards. Our motel is near the beach, in a walled little compound, and it’s an easy walk to the beach but we have to do it, like, winding through some ruins that are apparently under active demolition at the moment? So that’s entertaining. We also have to step over a partly-demolished wall. But there’s a well-worn little network of paths, and clearly you’re meant to be on that beach, so.
The town is not super convenient; it’s all arranged along a single road, so there are no blocks. It’s just a long stretch of walking, up and down hills. It’s over a mile to the bus station that we have to get to in order to catch the shuttle to the Nomad Games. Dude had also been planning for us to hike there with all our luggage when we were going to leave here, and I’ve pointed out that this is an absolutely insane proposition. We will call a taxi to come get us, there’s no way we’re schlepping that luggage more than about a hundred meters at this point. No thanks.
Opening Ceremonies are tonight for the Nomad Games, but not until 8pm.
I slept really badly our last night in Bishkek, so last night we got back from the beach (I went in just deep enough to get my suit wet; Dude stood knee-deep complaining of the cold, and then we retreated to the cabana up on the beach and bought lukewarm 8% ABV beers), and I sat down, and then I lay down, and then I went to sleep at about 7pm. I woke up around 11 and was like, shit, what have I done to myself, but then I rolled over and fell asleep again. There was all kinds of noise and ruckus, dogs barking, people talking, babies crying, roosters crowing– roosters crowing? yeah it was 5am. Oh. I slept through all of it, and was aware of it but not enough to wake up.
So that was good, I really needed a good sleep.
Hell. Breakfast doesn’t start for another hour, I might go back to sleep again. I was so tired.
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