“Chu, chu, chu!” This horse-speak for ‘go’. My horse wasn’t going anywhere, and the horseman guide indicated that I should hit the horse even harder with the stick he had given me. Finally we ambled along, up the valley, walled with stunning red rock faces, all the way to the hot-springs. A relaxing day off in Karakol.
Day 175. 0km. Karakol
Posted: November 1, 2015 in Cycling, KyrgyzstanTags: Cycling, Karakol, Kyrgyzstan
Comments
Cool geology.
Indeed!
Although maybe slow, this looks like fun.
Enjoy your day, warm and sunny regards from The Hague!
Thanks, Olga!! 🙂
Very interestion to read about native places from traveller like you! Kyrgyz people often has confrontaions with kazakhs, that’s there are many traveller’s from far abroad in Kyrgyzstan, not from KZ