I love Kyrgyzstan...

Big day today! Bakiev, the incumbent president of Kyrgyzstan, is running for a re-election… and the outcome should not be too surprising as he will of course be re-elected. So this election is of little interest, but I though I might take the opportunity to write a post on corruption in Central Asia.

First of all I’ve never seen as many traffic radar control in my life. The other coming back from Cholpen Ata on the Issyk Kol Lake I think we must have pass about 20 radar control in barely 4 hours driving… I even saw a traffic light that was broken, and witnessed a car crash, while 20m from the intersection a cop was playing with his little radar! Apparently the radar always indicates 75km/h, whatever speed you were at. So people give some bribe to avoid getting the fine. Amazing.

Another example of corruption at work is of course the famed letter of invitation (or LOI in Bishkek slang). For almost all countries neighbouring Kyrgyzstan you need a LOI, which costs between 50 and 100 US$. And as this is only imposed by the local embassies (not the government of the country involved) I assume that the consuls and ambassadors have nice relations with the travel agencies (you have to go to a travel agency for the LOI)… It quickly becomes extremely annoying and expensive to go visa hopping in Bishkek.

Finaly I can also relate my personal experience with the wonderful ex-soviet corrupt way of life. 3 days ago, as I was hiking back from the Kol-Ukok lake (кол укок) toward the jailoo where the Yurta was, I met 3 cops in their Lada Niva with another local drunk guy. They were all drunk of course, with the foul vodka smell enveloping them. As they say me some said “hello!” but their boss was less colourful and just barked “passport” to me. So I start to shake hands with everyone, ignoring the barking officer, and then I took  out a passport photocopy. After examining the photocopy (and asking if it was a photocopy, although I would have though that it was pretty obvious:-p)) they then started to say “money money” in all kind of languages, one of the guy repeating it with his face 2 cm from mine so I could really enjoy the cloud of vodka smell…

But then I clapped my hand on one of the cop’s soulder and started laughing very loud, and talking in Chinese and saying lots of nonsense, with a bit of English and French in the middle, punctuated by a couple of Italian words. I was explaining that I was walking and telling them “no thank you, I don’t need money”… So after 5 min of this show they got tired of me, or maybe that thought I was totally mad or stupid, and left me alone.

But for a while I really though they were going to rob me, especially when the officer took my wrist to have a look at my watch (but luckily enough he was an expert and quickly realized it was worthless)! That night I really wasn’t feeling that happy and all nice sleeping in my tent next to the Yurt… Anyways, my show was quite performant. But still, I think it’s such sad thing that the whole soviet empire had to experience the collapse of the 90s and the large scale robbery from the mafia and rich magnate who stole everything and forced corruption (a even heavier one than what used to be under the Communist regime) upon these countries… Central Asia would have been amazing without vodka and corruption!

Bishkek main square.

Ah Bishkek! I could have love it, but actually I have started to hate it by now, and this needs an explanation.

Actually Bishkek has quite a unique ambiance, if I could say. I had no idea what to expect when I took my flight from Urumqi, China. My plan was to make a new Chinese visa, and then slowly go back to Kashgar, thus continuing my original itinerary. This would not have been so bad, more like a little alteration to the master plan, although more expansive.

Ha! This was before getting to Bishkek. Indeed, it was only when I came back from the lake Issyk Kul on Sunday night that I understood that [almost] everyone at this Sakura hostel knew each others, and more important why?

The reason is simply that Central Asia is a hell concerning not only the visa situations, but also transportation between the countries. It’s mountains everywhere, with only a few passes open, and even less open to foreigners. For example, to go to China there are 3 passes in 2 countries, and in these 2 countries (Kazakhtan & Kyrgyzstan) it’s at the time of writing impossible to get a Chinese visa. This is because a letter of invitation (LOI) is recquired, and in Urumqi they refuse to send them after the riots. Ah.

But in Tajikistan they don’t require a LOI, so I gonna go there! Easy! Ha. This is without counting on the fact that the pass going to China is forbidden to foreigners, so I would need to go back to Kyrgyzstan, but for that I need a new Kyrgyz visa, which costs 70$. Is your head spinning? This is nothing yet.

To go to Hong Kong in september the only way by land is through China, or maybe through Afghanistan, but maybe I should avoid this area…
So then I though I’m just going to travel around Central Asia, but in Bishkek all visas are complicated to get! An Australian friend waited 2 weeks for a LOI to get the Uzbek visa!!! This is rediculous!

So actually everyone in Sakura is on the process of getting a visa, for all different strange countries: Turkmenistan, Iran, Pakistan, Uzbekistan, Tajikistan, Kazakhstan, China, India, etc… Why so complicated?

So this week has been absolutelu boring, yet funny in a way. As I was seating in the common area of the hostel I was watching the different people coming and going, with the redondant sight newcommers getting more and more depressed, almost to the point of crying, as travel plans get more and more alterated. Ah.

So now I am still thinking about what to do. I went today to the Tajik embassy to do the visa, and I’ll go there through the Pamir Highway next Saturday I think. In the meantime tomorrow I’ll go camping around the Kukuluk lake (something like that) untill tuesday, when I’ll collect my fresh Tajik visa…

Russian Cruse Ship on the lake Issil Kol

What best than getting on board of an old Russian cruse ship on the lake Issil Kol (or Issyk Kul)? Not much I tell ya. I went this week end to this alpine lake in Kyrgyzstan, at 1600m high and warm enough to swim in it, with the view on the peaks of the Tian Shan in the background, culminating at more than 7000m high!

In fact the whole situation was quite unrealistic: I was suntanning on the beach while looking either at the mighty Celestial Mountains (Tian Shan) or at the old mini Russian cruse ship full of baboshkas, or just listening to the mix of Russian disco and French 80s music… I felt like in a camping site on the beach in France, with all the [nice] people that come with it. For example on the main street there is just old BMW and Mercedes tuned up and driving like maniacs, with big sound system playing either Fairytale or Vengaboys. Quite fun

Yet I feel very happy to have been catapulted in this country. I love the mix of European and Asian culture, quite unique. This morning I had croissants for breakfast, and then for lunch I had lahgman, the Central Asian noodles with lamb meet on top and a sauce tasting vaguely bolognaise… Delicious! People seem quite friendly also, except maybe for the internet cafe workers. And there’s so much strange things: I saw a gas station pump with instructions written in German! There are also many cars with the driving wheel on the right side, straight from Japan. I also saw a Volkswagen Golf with the sticker controle technique on the windshield, straight from France!

Tomorrow I will deal with getting a new Chinese visa, and I will also learn whether the border is open or not, which would completely change my itinerary. I really don’t know what to do if the border is closed. Maybe Pakistan? or Uzbekistan? or Iran, for more spicy travelling! Or maybe the Köl-Ükök lake?

Russian Tourists on Issyk Kul

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!