Tursun Gul, a local Uighur woman on a crutch, shouts at Chinese armored personnel carriers and soldiers wearing riot gear as a crowd of angry locals confront security forces on a street in the city of Urumqi on July 7, 2009. Click on the image to access more pictures. Warning, some photos are shocking.

I found a testimony on a blog on Le Monde.fr, a French newspaper. Here is an excerpt.

I was in Urumqi on July 5th. The demonstration started at 5 pm. It had been announced on the web the day before. That was mainly students who were asking for justice after what had happened on June 26th at Shaogan. Rebiya Kadeer has nothing to do with that. Around 5 pm we started to gather on the People’s square, in front of the prefecture, with black t-shirts to show our message. I was with my girlfriend. We were around 200, 300 people, mostly students. Then some more came to support us. Ultimately we were more than 3000. Among us were even some Uyghurs officials working for the government.

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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!

Köl-Ükök Lake, at 3000m above sea level

I finally managed to get away from Sakura Guest House! This is an exploit in itself, and the 4days trekking following are just another one.So here is a summary:

Last Saturday morning I went to Kochkor, a small town 3 hours from Bishkek. As soon as I arrived I started walking toward the lake Köl-Ükök, which is supposed to be easy to find. “Just go to the valley South of town” I had heard. But of course I walked North; so by the time I realised I was on the wrong way I had walked 1h already, and this counts at the end of the day when carrying a 20kg backpack.

Anyways, I still managed to reach the lake after one night next to a yurta. (on the left is a picture of the famous Yurta at sunset time. My tent was just behind.)

This was the opportunity to test my Chinese tent, as well as my stove and all sorts of camping gears.

So, as I was saying I reached the Köl-Ükök lake on the second day, and this was one of the most peaceful experience I’ve ever had. Around the lake there are a couple of Yurta with a few Kyrgyz families living there taking care of their sheep, cows and horses. I was positively surprised to see that the Yurts are not just there for the tourists as it is always the case in China (Inner Mongolia for example).

And the people! Really fantasticly nice people. ( those who know me should also know that I rarely use such positive adjectives). They were so nice that I decided to have a meal with them for 100 сом instead of using my stove. So it was just me and the shepherds.

The 3rd day I hiked to another lake surrounded by glaciers, at 3400m above sea level. I forgot to bring water so I got a slight altitude headache, but nothing serious. That night I went down to the Jailoo where I had spend my first night, mostly because at the lake it was freezing beyond (my Chinese tent and cheap sleeping bag weren’t enough as the temperature must have fallen down to 0 degrees). The 4th and last day I walked back to the village from which I took a taxi back to Bishkek.

Above all this was a great “into the wild” experience. Me, myself and the shepherds, for 4 days, in a remote corner of one of the remotest country in the world. Now I’m back again in Sakura Guest House in Bishkek…