Tuesday, October 2, 2007

Kyrgyzstan

Kyrgyzstan



We arrived in Kyrgyzstan via the Torugat pass and headed to Issykul Lake, where we did a beautiful seven day trek over several mountain passes into parallel valleys. Our hiking ended at a spartan hot springs resort, where we had two days to relax. Next we went to a beach town, about as far away from an ocean as you can get! Here, there were also many petroghlyphs to look at. Finally, we headed off to Bishkek to apply for visas. While waiting, we trekked up to a high glacier valley. Allthough the sun was shining when we arrived, we woke up the next morning to full on winter! Most of this day was spent in the tent. The following day we hiked out during a brief clear spell in the early morning, escaping just in time before the snow started coming down again, even harder this time.

There is not much English spoken here, and I am enjoying using the little Russian that I know. It is enough to get by, and occasionally even surprise someone with. Almost everyone speaks Russian when they are communicating with each other and the children still learn it in the schools. The language barrier makes it difficult to ask people my usual nosey questions. It's very interesting to me, having grown up in the cold war, being in a former soviet republic and I really wish I could communicate well enough to learn more about this period of history from the people here.

The people here are knowledgeable about current politics, even those that live in yurts in the mountain valleys. Despite the fact that little English is spoken, most people can say the words "Bush" and "Iraq" and make motions to show their disapproval, such as thumbs down or machine gun sounds and motions. But these people are very friendly to us, feeding us fresh milk products in the country or buying us beer and vodka in the cities. We were having fresh milk products in a herders yurt on September 11th this year, and the family pulled out their calender to show us what day it was.

Kyrgyzstan is pretty modern in the cities, but with some nice third world type features, such as lively bazaars, little shoe fixing stands, and tailors who will fix things dirt cheap. In the mountains, people still live in yurts and raise cattle and horses. However, now they are more likely to move the yurts from place to place in four wheel drive jeeps than on the backs of horses or camels, as in the past. In some rural areas along the roads, people have made homes out of old, abandoned train cars. In many ways Kyrgyzstan reminds me of my home in Alaska. Some of the old Russian built cottages look like the old cottages in the smaller towns in Alaska. And many of the Kirghiz people look very much like the natives peoples of Alaska. Walking down the streets here is a bit nostalgic for me.

The first trek we did was from Jetty Oguz to Altan Arashan. This crossed two passes and went through parts of four different valleys.

Heading into Jetty Oguz valley







The middle valley, just before going over our first pass



Fall colors along the trail



Tim



An absolutely wonderful campsite by the lake. Views, shelter from wind, soft grass, and a fresh spring pouring out of the mountain close by.





At the top of our second pass, before heading into Altan Arashan





This trek is to Ak Suy Glacier, near Bishkek.

The sunset the first clear, cold night was fabulous.





The next morning we woke up to a water bag that was frozen solid!



Ibex came around our camp in the early afternoon, as it was beginning to snow



The morning after the storm dawned clear, and some snow melted. We could see the clouds and fog moving back in from the mountains, so we packed up and left.



By the time we reached the bottom, the snow was falling thick and heavy



School girls in the black and white school uniform, complete with huge white bows in their hair



A couple in front of Tash Rabat, a caravansary originally built about 500 years ago



The traditional Kirghiz yurt



A train car turned into a home



Osh Bazaar in Bishkek




The Sunday Bazaar

The Sunday Bazaar in Kashgar



The Sunday Bazaar is a pretty wild place, with nearly everything you could want for sale. I spent most of my time at the animal market, while Tim slept the morning away. Following the advice of the guidebook, I went to the bazaar at 6:00 AM. Big mistake! People did not start showing up until 7:00. By 9:00 it was a mad mess.

Sheep cost about 50 $ US

Average looking donkeys were about 175 $ US

A sorry looking horse was about 270 $. The nice, fat, healthy one was not for sale!

Camels go for about 500 $

A big, strong monster of a cow sells for 530$. When I asked the price on this one (by pointing at the animal and rubbing my fingers together, money style), the man would not tell me until he had shown me it's fine looking teeth, by shoving the cows head nearly in my face and pulling back its lips. I was, unfortunately, too shocked to think of taking a photo.

The most expensive animals in the market were two strong Yaks, at about 800 $ a piece.

































Saturday, September 1, 2007

The Silk Route to Kashgar

Currently we are in Kyrgyzstan, after traveling by land from Pakistan to China, and again by land to get here. I am unable to upload photos in Kyrgyzstan because the internet is charged per megabyte, and each photo is approximately one Meg! So I will update the Sunday market in Kashgar, which was really amazing, and Kyrgyzstan, when I am able to upload photos again. In the meantime, I uploaded some China photos in Kashgar, so I will update this portion of the trip.

The South Western portion of China is very interesting, with many different Muslim minority groups. Closest to the border with Pakistan is Uzbek, then you go through some Kyrgz areas, and finally Kashgar is a mix of Uygher, Pakistani traders, and Han Chinese transplants.

After reaching Kashgar we shared a cab with another traveler, Graham, to lake Karakul, a popular tourist destination, with plans to stay the night. While the mountain views of 7000+ meter Mustagata were spectacular, the lake itself was a horrible place, surrounded by concrete yurts, tour buses, flee ridden animals, and loads of Japenese tourists jumping out to take photos. To go near the lake, a 50 yuan fee is charged (about $8.00 U.S.), which none of us could see any reason to pay. Across to the south end of the lake I could see a small, quiet mudbrick village, and I decided I wanted to stay there. So I began asking everyone "sleep there?" as I pointed to the village. Finally a man rode up on a dirt bike and asked if we wanted to rent it. "No" I said "but we want to stay there" and pointed. He took us for free on the bike to his brothers house in the village. This turned out to be an excellent choice. His brother lived with his wife and two children in a two room mudbrick home with a small woodburning stove in each room and tons of felt rugs on the floor. The larger room was swept and beds were made for Tim, Graham, and I with piles of new blankets. Electricity was provided by a small windmill in town. The toilet was a sandy area against a long brick wall a short walk away.

I went horseback riding through the nearby villages while Tim climbed a hill with views of the peaks and glaciers behind, and Graham hung out with the children, who showed him the village and school. Dinner was excellent, with homemade noodles and vegatables. That night we all curled up in our beds. I had just shut out the light when I noticed smoke near the hanging light cord. I yelled "look over there" just as the whole four foot lenghth of cord began burning. The pile of blankets was against the wall, inches away! Graham and I both ran for the door. I yelled out to the family "fire", thinking that they might know what to do with an electrical fire four feet long. All I knew was you couldn't put water on it! Part of the burning cord dropped on the ground, and Tim swatted it out with his hand. Then Tim grabbed a fluffy pink pillow and beat out the rest of the fire. The weirdest thing was that the light was now on, with no way to shut it off but to unscrew the light bulb! One of the children used a rock to scrape the light switch off of the burned wire, presumably to reuse it. Scarey! As we waited for the smoke to clear from the room, the man told us about summiting Mustagata as a guide and porter.

The next morning Tim and I went back to the school with Graham to check out the portraits he had told us were hanging there. Sure enough, above the chalkboard where huge portraits of Mao, Lenin, and Karl Marx!

We returned to Kashgar where we spent an afternoon in the beer gardens of Peoples Park, listening to people play handmade instruments and watching the men dance. On Sunday I went to the Sunday Bazaar, while Tim snoozed in his bed. We left Kashgar the next morning to head into Kyrgyzstan.

The Kyrgz family we stayed with near lake Karakul



Part of the huge peaks surrounding lake Karakul in China



Homemade noodles being made for our dinner



The village school room



Here is a close up of those portraits!



Two humped mountain camels near the village.



Power in some small villages is provided by windmills. Mustagata is behind the village.



Click on the photo to see the details of the family with the wagon



A chinese factory spews smoke



Some interesting old Chinese architecture. Perhaps a watch tower of some type?



The women wear really bright colors in China. This is a souviner stand by the road. Click to see details.



A Kyrgyz man wearing the traditional tall felt hat



Mao presides over Kashgar. This is the largest Mao statue in China



An Uygher bread seller in Kashgar



The cloth market. Click on photo to enlarge and see the detail.



The fruit market



Some of the traditionally dressed Uygher people









Spending the afternoon at the beer garden.