I still can’t beleive it. I am in Kyrgyzstan. I would have never though of ending up there, even though I had considered the option; because I still had not really set my mind to this country. But now I end up catapulted here, this small ex-soviet republic in the middle of the Pamir mountains of Central Asia…
The first sight: dozens of planes from Air Force One parked in the Manas International Airport (the minuscule airport of Bishkek), all ready to go to Afghanistan. Then in the airport there was a TV showing something with the Soviet National Anthem in the background. Welcome to Kyrgyzstan! Jalla!
So then I realized that these people are not Chinese, so my amazing Chinese skills are useless here. So I just keep on saying [spasiba] and [niet]. Ha ha! That’s so crazy. I love Russian language…
Bishkek is quite cool actually. I ‘m sure what I expected, maybe nothing, but I have to say this is a quite pleasant surprise. Things seems so European: people, cars, restaurants and bars, clothes, etc… Or maybe this is because I come from China, which is China.
Anyways, I am happy. На здоровье! (cheers). Tomorrow I’ll go to a lake of some kind, I don’t really know much about it, but it sounds cool. Russian disco on an alpine beach with 7000m high peaks in the background, all called Kummunism, Lenin, Bolshevik, and etc…
Ha!
