Rushing Russia but settling back in to the Caucasus...

With Ukrainian attacks on Russian oil refineries causing widespread shortages of fuel across the country I brimmed my tank and the two jerry cans a few miles short of the border and then headed west to the border at Kotyayevka where formalities were completed in under two hours. It was all much more streamlined than crossing over from Georgia, largely I think because both countries are part of the Eurasian Economic Union, the EAEU, which promotes the free movement of goods, services, capital and labour and has abolished customs controls.

A car load of Kyrgs asked to borrow a pen to complete their migration cards and then came back again asking me to actually fill them in as they could not read the Russian or English (or possibly not at all). Two documents each for five of them asking for all the usual information from their brand new passports took some time but they were hugely grateful and a Kyrgyz trucker who had watched throughout insisted on giving me a huge watermelon from his wagon.

Before Astrakhan I crossed the bizarre floating steel bridge once more and decided to stop the night on the Volga as I had on the way through back in April. As the sat nav was now wildly inaccurate I relied on memory to pick my way through the suburbs to the centre where the Kremlin stood. Access to the river bank was however blocked off for the summer as it is a popular promenade so I found another parking area and went off in search of coffee and cake. Whilst at the border I had obtained insurance easily enough but local SIMS were unavailable due to restrictions from on high and in any case need 24 hours for security purposes before becoming fully activated.

As my border crossing had been so quick the combination of fuel, GPS and SIM issues persuaded me to crack on for the rest of the day. The roads were very quiet and queues at the filling stations very long so I made good progress and stopped for a quiet night in the tiny village of Artesian.

A few hours south towards Makchetka included an internal border check for both Dagestan and later Chechnya and the Mapy.com app's navigate function saw me around Vladikavkaz and heading south towards Georgia. The downloaded maps didn't require an internet connection and by skirting round the city I avoided the GPS discrepancy. There is only the one major road south and before long I was at the Verkhnii Lars border point.

The van had returned 48mpg so I had half a tank left and hadn't touched the spare cans. The border was again a surprisingly quick affair as vehicle numbers were low, the staff on both sides were friendly and helpful and the customs searches thorough but not onerous. The customs guy asked me for a specific vehicle import document that I didn't recognise - he showed me a specimen example but I still didn't recognise it from only a day or two earlier. I rooted through other paperwork and he spotted the required form. This had actually been issued entering Kazakhstan almost three weeks earlier before the Charyn Gorge and due to the aforementioned EUEA had been valid throughout Kazakhstan and Russia. An important lesson : keep all documentation from all countries for your entire trip as you never know.

Thus in under two hours I was out of Russia, with some relief, and in to Georgia via the Larsi checkpoint where I soon had most of my last few roubles changed in to lari, a month's insurance and a month's unlimited internet, both around £20 each. I spotted a trio of Belgian and French vans parked up so stopped to say hello. They were heading to Russia and the Stans but were completely unaware of the fuel situation. Thus they were very keen to buy both the fuel and jerry cans off me for what I had paid and with trust established they were also happy to give me euros for the Kazakh tenge that the money changers had not been interested in. I threw a map in for good measure and the small ruble notes and coins that would cover the steel bridge crossing and wished them all well. It's a tough time of year to be heading to the Stans as the heat was already building when I had left a fortnight or so ago and reading a couple of fellow travellers blogs quite a few were foregoing their vans and trucks for rooms with aircon.

A large number of wrecked cars lined the road as I headed up the dramatic Dariali gorge, through a couple of intimidating tunnels and began climbing towards the Kazbegi Pass. Trucks are held in batches to tackle the tunnels and hairpins so there was the odd line of drivers patiently parked up but nothing like the miles of wagons I had seen as the backlog from the snow closures were cleared back in April. So before long as dusk was falling I was back on the outskirts of Stepantsminda in the same carpark, had a decent but overpriced burger served by a friendly lass with good English and fell asleep quickly after a challenging couple of days.

I confirmed within the family in Tbilisi that it would be OK to stay for a few days and after giving the van a thorough jet wash treated myself to a Georgian pork dish before arriving at the accommodation. There was a Dutch van and German overland truck parked up but the owners of both had flown home so apart from an endearing kitten I had the place to myself.  

I spent two days giving the van a good clean out including the fridge, bathroom, all cupboards and so on, put a new tyre and tube on the bike which also got a good clean and lubrication and enjoyed their shady chill zone as several loads of laundry were washed and dried. A Swiss couple turned up on the second night with plans to get to Vietnam via Mongolia so were keen to pick my brains and good company. Hot nights and limited shade encouraged me to cycle up to the nearby mall and check out the parking for overheight vehicles and a large well stocked Carrefour and I strolled around the numerous shops that contrasted so sharply with much of what I had seen in recent months but also also chimed with the malls of Tashkent, Qizylorda and Samarkand.

I loaded everything up, blitzed the mall for food that was at last vaguely familiar and drove the couple of hours to Gori where my man once more filled the 907 cylinders for £2 apiece. Hot weather, limited cooking and cool showers to combat the heat had seen each cylinder lasting a month which was I thought good going as of course the fridge had had to work hard. The Truma water heater is back in service again after I'd stuck a vacuum nozzle in to the exhaust and inlet ports followed later by a jet of air at a tyre depot and touch wood all seems well with the van for the few thousand miles home. The park up at Gori lacked any shade so I walked in to the town, birthplace of Stalin, found a repair kit at a builders merchants for plastic tanks as my waste tank took a hit on rough ground a few weeks ago and then grabbed a much needed and rather severe haircut. Back at the van I dug out my glue gun and two glue sticks, plugged it in to the EcoFlow and filled the hole before slapping the repair tape on as well, all of which seemed to do the trick.

With Mandy due to arrive in Thessaloniki, northern Greece, in two months time I can now enjoy a much slower pace of life covering far fewer miles - partly necessitated by my insurance policy nearing its 20,000 mile limit. I'm not sure if the 12,000 miles outside of the EU would count, it seems illogical that they would as the company has no exposure beyond the EU and I have had local insurance in every country. However on renewal in August I will get a policy with a higher limit even though I doubt any future trip will be so extensive.

My plan is to return to Mestia in the Svanetti region of the high Caucasus via Ushguilli, regarded as Europe's highest permanently occupied village which I couldn't reach last year due to snow. Whilst on the dual carriageway from Gori heading west a police car indicated for me to pull in which I of course did. The surly officer asked to see the usual documents which were all in order and then claimed I had been on my phone a kilometre back which I strongly denied as it was patently untrue. I showed him how it sits in front of my instrument cluster to function as a satnav and is only on a short power cable so cannot be held to an ear. I also offered to show him my call log at which he just shrugged and walked off. Whilst I have the greatest respect for the police in general this, very occasional, kind of blatant cheating on a visitor really gets my back up. There are so many locals belting past at speed, undertaking, cutting in and regularly using their phones who are overlooked and I was determined not to be intimidated.

Later passing through Kutaisi I laughed out loud as another officer drove towards me clearly engrossed in a call..... After Tskaltubo with its decaying former Soviet Spas I found a perfect park up by the river which is the resurgence for the Prometheus show cave a few miles upstream. Loud frogs and inquisitive cattle were the only interruptions and with plenty of shade it was a lovely spot to spend two nights. The farmer turned up yesterday on a bizarre contraption to check his stock, a few locals dropped in for a quick swim and last night two Belgian girls stayed nearby using a roof tent but cooking outside as the mozzies emerged looked uncomfortable.

I was away this morning and heading up north once more in to the hills stopping at a roadside spring for water and I am now at a super little campsite run by Mzia at Aghvi where I will stay two nights. It is just grassland with trees on a high point above the river with a quirky range of facilities and at present no other visitors. At only a fiver a night it is a perfect stop over and if it stays dry tomorrow I will unload the bike and explore a bit. I've seen a few other vans in Georgia from EU countries so the feelings of remoteness and isolation of the last ten weeks are receding and I look forward to the opportunities ahead....

Reflections.....

The long haul north (with a side trip) has occupied the last week and the long days of steady driving have given me time to reflect on this trip so far, the next stage of returning to the UK and my plans beyond that.....

After Taras I stopped once more near the abandoned city of Sauran where a useful steel canopy provided some respite from the sweltering temperatures aided by the wind that usually blows across the thousands of kilometres of empty steppe. Train spotting was also possible as passenger and freight trains rumbled through the night not far away. A night in Qizlorda saw the overnight temperature staying above 30°C after spending the evening in the air conditioned mall.

The Baikonor cosmodrome was a rare feature on the horizon in the otherwise desolate landscape before I passed Aral once more. Turning off on to a side road at the junction in Qarabutaq I found a quiet place amongst trees for a peaceful, but again very warm, night. I could enjoy a shower as the hot water tank was heating up due to the high van temperatures as the aircon was only really effective up front.

There was no need to return to Aktobe itself so the road veered south west towards Russia and I trundled on at a steady 50mph achieving 48mpg on good roads with light traffic. There were far fewer trucks than a couple of months ago so I wondered if much of that traffic had been backlogs clearing once the road from Georgia was open after the winter. I had been in at least two minds as to the wisdom of doing a 1000 mile detour down to Mangestaw and Aktaw but with plenty of time in hand veered south and eventually stopped out in the wilds as the sun set. 

Surrounded by camels the next morning I was soon away to stop late morning at Beynew where I found my way in to a large grassy park surrounded by trees that provided the all-important shade. Later on two guys turned up asking how I had got in and I explained that a man near the gate had said it was OK. They seemed happy with that and were joined later by a number of others for a barbecue. One came over to borrow a sharp knife and invite me to join them - it turned out they were all from the local police force and their chief had put on the barbecue for them. Delicious grilled lamb, beef and a salad with bread was washed down with Czech lager although I called time on their vodka. It was a memorable occasion and followed by a quiet night. Signs to Uzbekistan only 50 miles away to the southeast were frustrating as that border is still closed and coming this way and then on to Chiva would have saved a couple of thousand miles....

During the long haul south west to the coast (300+ miles) I spotted a lone female cycle tourist heading north east in a very hot and remote area with little chance to escape the heat or obtain food or water. A couple of hours later I saw two guys also cycling that way but doubt they were all together. The huge distances, sweltering conditions and limited stops available would have made their challenges beyond arduous. Down at Aktaw which is situated over a large oil reserve and littered with donkey pumps I found some shade in a dusty carpark on the sea front and walked south along the coast following a boardwalk beneath the limestone cliffs to a small marina.

A wedding party were doing the photo shoots and away in the distance lay the commercial port - the Caspian Sea is the largest landlocked body of water on earth and to my surprise there were some huge tankers and other merchant shipping out at sea. I knew there were no passenger or vehicle ferries across to Russia or Azerbaijan so I began to retrace my steps as reaching the best sights of the area required many miles of rough access tracks. With the huge distances involved in getting home I decided to minimise the demands I am making on the van and really should not have bothered with this diversion. Whilst heading back towards Atiraw I saw a young guy walking on a parallel sandy track with rucksack and flag, showing no sign of asking for a lift and could not understand how he was going to survive the task ahead of him. 

After another long day I stopped near the football stadium at Kulsary and found a decent restaurant for an excellent meal before a hot night dealing with a few elusive mosquitoes.

Yesterday I returned to Atiraw the final city before Russia and parked where I had stayed with Fabrice back in late April. I walked over the illuminated suspension bridge remembering that last time I had needed my down jacket and enjoyed a good meal in the fairground after walking through the Memorial Park. A thunderstorm just before I arrived had left standing water in the car park which the local youths seemed keen to drive through at speed but eventually it all went quiet.

Today I returned to the plumbing supplies that are normally happy to top up your water tanks but being a Saturday they were shut so I resorted to using my 8l bottles at a drinking water dispensing machine. I stopped at a car accessory shop for two 10l jerry cans as I'm aware of potential fuel shortages in Russia following disruption of their refining capacity. If I fill up before the border then I would have almost 800 miles of range to cover the 500 miles across Russia, over the Caucasus and back to Stepantsminda in Georgia which is a healthy enough margin.

Thus I am now an hour or so from the border which I hope to cross tomorrow and have parked up on the edge of Krasilovka much to the delight of the local kids. It is cooler thanks to the cloud cover so I have dealt with this post as the internet may well be restricted over the next few days. Certainly mapping and my sat nav will be disrupted as on the way through and I will need to change my remaining Kazakh tenge and perhaps a hundred dollars in to rubles as my bank card will also be temporarily redundant.

So.... Reflections.

This post marks the end of the portion of this trip that covers the Stans and a rather daunting 9,000 miles of travelling over 9 weeks. The vastness of Kazakhstan (9th largest country in the world) has accounted for the bulk of that but the side trip to Chiva in Uzbekistan added a fair bit (see comment earlier), Tajikistan didn't happen and the loop east almost to the Chinese border in Kyrgyzstan added yet more miles.

I have seen the most amazing sights both natural and man made and the latter both ancient and modern, met some inspirational fellow travellers, and covered roads ranging from fast smooth dual carriageways to mountain tracks that tested the van almost to its limits. The van has not missed a beat and performed beyond expectations in areas where had issues arisen breakdown and recovery options were in effect non existent.

This exposure and isolation is a constant at the back of your mind and despite meeting hundreds of truly warm, welcoming and friendly locals from all the countries visited I have spent many hours in my own company and had time to look back at this trip, the many others before it, my 15 years on the farm in Wales and the cycling trips to India and Nepal in '86 & 7. Right across these last 40 years I have amassed a host of memories, experiences and learning curves combined naturally with a raft of highs and lows.  

My conclusion to all these reflections is that I have been hugely privileged and extremely fortunate to have had the health and means to follow my dreams. So many of the people I have met will never have those opportunities and many live lives of hardship and endurance that circumstance dictates is unlikely to change. The huge majority of people though are decent, approachable, intrigued and interested and share what little they have to a humbling degree which where possible I have tried to reciprocate.

I have a couple of months to cross Georgia and Turkey before returning to Europe and my exact plans and route are as yet uncertain but the outcomes will continue to be reported here. In Tbilisi I will spend a couple of days cleaning out the van, servicing the largely unused bike and dealing with an accumulation of laundry : as ever there is a lot of dust to be addressed.......

Turning Point.....

The immense blue expanse of Lake Issy Kol occupies a flat bottomed valley sandwiched between two snow capped ranges and is undeniably beautiful, and therefore popular. The north shore is more easily accessible from Bishkek and therefore more developed but the south shore is also seeing creeping numbers of tourist yurts and camping pods with the road being upgraded to a dual carriageway. As the accommodation generally sits on the lake shore and the road is generally very close by I am not sure this will create quite the 'get away from it all' experience that people might be seeking. One development of several hundred pods laid out in a geometric grid seemed to provide no other facilities whatsoever and was a long way from any villages.

Anyway after buying 8 x 10l bottles of water as a planned stop was no longer accessible due to roadworks I turned off down to a quieter section and parked up 100 yards from the water's edge and enjoyed a warm evening and pleasantly cool night with magical views. 

Heading to Karakol the next morning the final 50 miles was a horrendous experience with unbroken roadworks and heavy traffic throwing up clouds of dust. At times tankers were spraying the carriageway which just produced slick mud which covered everything so that by the time I arrived in Karakol the van sported a fetching two-tone paint job. I found the P4N suggestion of the Riverside Guest House, nipped through the pedestrian gate, had a chat to a young lady and was instructed to open the double gates and park on the concrete yard. There were toilets out there and showers available in the main house but I didn't use them and set off down to town to check out options for the oil and filter change that was due. One place nearby seemed busy and had a couple of pits so I then walked back to the van and dug out my oil and filter. I also retrieved a new air filter and soon had that fitted with the old one certainly reflecting the dusty roads of the Stans. The owner's little lad came over with some of his toys and before long had them all set up in the van - he was quite engrossed in his little world but before long we had to create a building site outside as I wanted to go back in to town.

I visited the beautiful Russian Orthodox Church with it's shining domes, enjoyed an ice cream in a shady park and then walked over to the wooden mosque built a century or so by Chinese craftsmen. On my way in I got chatting with a retired teacher of English who offered to show me round and was good company with our discussions ranging across a variety of subjects.  Returning to the yard I went to bed around 10 but shortly after a minibus full of guests arrived and disappeared indoors - the huge distances in these countries mean that tour groups start early and finish late with only fleeting visits to the various attractions.

Thus they were off at 6am but I figured the garage wouldn't open before 9 (if at all, it being a Sunday) so I dozed for a while. I had seen the  guesthouse owner the previous evening to pay the 300som so was off out through the gates to the garage which was indeed shut....

Further down in to town though I found another place which was in fact much smarter, had a huge stock of oils and filters and were able to get on with it straight away. I had driven far enough to get the oil warm but not so far that it was at high temperature as draining the oil on a hot engine can cause problems. The lads removed the tray but decided to drain the oil using a suction tube down the dipstick opening - I was pleased they did it this way as it would be all too easy to overtighten the drain plug. Once the filter was changed they topped everything up, replaced the tray and all was well. I took the opportunity to have a quick look round underneath and all seemed well although the mud from the previous day obscured everything. They only charged £1.70 so I upped that a bit and left with everyone happy.

An hour out of town I found a perfect park up on an inlet of Issy Kol under good shade and set to to do my laundry in a bucket. A line between two trees soon saw it all dry and I enjoyed the perfect location with a couple of families a mile or so away having a picnic. With the place to myself after sunset it was a quiet evening and with no one around to be disturbed I fired up the genny, plugged it in at the end of my long lead and later enjoyed my first hot shower since mid April. The shade kept the early morning sun off me and it was very tempting to stay longer.

Back in Karakol I pulled up in the central parking area and spoke to two Italian couples from Verona in large coachbuilt vans who were heading west. The large well stocked supermarket did some excellent preprepared salads so I stocked up and headed out east towards Jyrgalan.A side turn up to Engilcek 60 miles away to the north would have taken me in to the mountains but the road was in a terrible state so mindful of my many thousands of miles needed to get home I returned to the Jyrgalan road which turned out to be even worse. Twenty miles of horror brought me to the middle of a scruffy village in the middle of nowhere and somewhat disgruntled I turned around and headed back out. Cutting across north to the Kazakh border the road climbed to a pass where I met a German couple in one of the Soviet era 'bread vans' that go on for ever. They said the track was largely OK so I carried on passing remote shepherd's camps with yurts or other temporary structures dotted around the lush pastures. A tricky descent on a scrabbly surface with steep hairpins yet again reflected the remarkable abilities of my humble home and once back on tarmac firma I was ready to pull over and found a short track down to a dry riverbed out of sight and sound of the road. 

Fifteen miles further on with the Tian Shen mountains rising above 4,000m to form the Chinese border I stopped to take a few pictures feeling slightly melancholy that the turning point of my trip was fast approaching. Others I have met are continuing east in to China and far beyond and I hugely admire their determination and ambition but for me this has been, and will be for another few months, as much if not more, as I had hoped for and for which I am supremely grateful.

The Kegen border is only open from May to October and sits high on a lonely plateau with no facilities other than the border formalities on each side. I was through both sides in half an hour, the quickest and easiest yet and 15 miles down the road pulled up in the small town of Kegen where apparently insurance could be bought. There was no indication as to where this might be achieved so I asked a policeman via Google Translate who indicated I should jump in his car. This was as decrepit as you could imagine but he literally drove me less than 50 yards to the other side of the street where we went in to a car and tractor parts store. He spoke to the assistant who nodded and indicated that I should wait whilst he served a couple of customers. These were farmers sourcing parts for a hay turner and baler and at one point he locked up the shop and we all trooped round the back to a container full of all manner of spares. Once they were sorted out he asked for my passport, V5 and driving licence before filling in a form on his computer. He then asked for my phone number but it had to be a Kazakh one so I asked him to give me ten minutes and nipped out to a local phone shop where a helpful young man soon had me set up with a 30 day SIM with unlimited data for £12. 

The insurance form could then be completed and an activation code sent to my new number so that eventually a certificate was printed off with cover valid for a month : £20. Feeling hungry by then I had an excellent lagman in a cool cafe before pulling up at the Royal Car Wash where I inserted the hose of his powerful vacuum cleaner in to the inlet and exhaust ports of the Truma water heater which has restored it to full working order. Reversing back to line up for the car wash the guy fortunately stopped me from reversing in to a concrete power pole perfectly hidden in my blind spot. Several sessions with the foam lance and the rinsing lance saw a different van emerge and I was soon on my way north after a very successful morning. 

A turn off along a 6 mile smooth tarmac road brought me to the entrance of Charyn gorge where I paid a couple of quid to get in and confirmed it would be OK to stay overnight. There were a large number of coaches, minibuses and cars parked up but I found a level spot looking down in to the gorge and set off for a look round. Most people are content with (or more likely only have time for) the half-hour walk above the Valley of Castles which is impressive enough as it looks down in to the dry side valley that eventually leads to the main gorge that contains a fast flowing river. Away to the south the Tian Shen mountains were blacked out by thunderous clouds but the afternoon sun really defined the valley's geology, partly explained by trilingual information boards. Back at the van a guy approached me for a chat, he was a Kiwi from South Island visiting the region with his Mongolian wife whilst on a break from working in a commercial gold mine in Nicaragua.....

As visitors began to head off I headed down the 250 steps to the valley floor and pretty much had the four mile walk to myself as I passed superb rocks, pillars and  eroded cliffs. A couple of the 'bread vans' were shuttling visitors back up from the river where there was a simple camping area - most were young, fit western tourists who would have gained so much more from actually making the effort but as the sun set below the gorge rim I was pleased to have this remarkable place to myself. The car park was deserted and after dark I fired up the Truma and enjoyed a good hot shower. This location marked my easternmost destination and depending on the actual route plus possible sidetracking it is about 6-8,000 miles home !

After a pleasantly cool night I was away before the day's visitors arrived and started heading towards Almaty, once the Kazakh capital and located down on the plain. Descending from the mountains the sheer vastness of the Steppes stretched away to the north and reminded of the statistic placing Kazakhstan as the 9th largest country in the world. I had intended to stay a night or two in Almaty but it was way too busy and congested for me and I knew the park up lacked shade so after an hour of snarl ups and congestion I was out and heading west. At a possible water point next to a car wash the owner had said filling up wasn't allowed so I moved on deciding to divert a few miles off the new main road to Korday on the border where I could change my remaining som in to tenge as bizarrely back at Kegen the bank had said they couldn't help. En route I spotted a free flowing pipe by a small shop who's owner (a friendly Chechen Russian) was quite happy for me to fill up whilst we showed his grandson round the van.

An hour later on the well surfaced main road I turned off to Merkel and found a shady pull in under trees behind a petrol station. It had been a hot day and the aircon was much appreciated although being a 25 year old after market retrofit it perhaps lacks the power of more modern systems. It was a hot night, staying above 19°C, so I just used my silk liner and despite long goods trains rumbling past through the night I slept well.

Today I have only moved on a hundred miles to Taraz where I have parked up next to a mall whose cool interior encouraged me inside for lunch. The mausoleums of Karakhan and Dauitbek were worth a look - they are originally 12th century but have been restored and see very few visitors compared to the hotspots of Uzbekistan.

Tomorrow sees a longish day to north of Turkistan so I will return to my downloaded archive of Desert Island Discs to keep me amused on the journey.

A few extras sit HERE 

A Karry on in Kyrgyzstan

Down by the Toktogul reservoir a truck appeared and dropped off a large metal structure of the sort used in cafes for seated dining but otherwise it was a peaceful evening and Kris and Hinda were up for a bracing early morning dip. I was about to get underway when I noticed a front OS puncture..... I got the trolley jack out and raised the offending corner but couldn't see anything in the tyre so set to to remove the wheel and replace it with the spare. With the many thousands of miles of dusty conditions I got rather grubby so rinsed off at the water's edge and headed off up to the main road. Kris had given me a hand and it was good to have all the necessary kit on board. A few miles along the road at Uc Terek one of the ubiquitous tyre workshops soon had me sorted out with a repair costing 300 som so the friendly old guy was very happy with the 500 I insisted on. He and a local trucker also in for a repair were very interested in the van and my journey, my map overcoming the language barrier once more. 

Beyond the town of Toktogul the main road to Bishkek began climbing through the dramatic Chychkan Canyon to reach the Ala-Bel Assu pass at 3184m which was chilly and remote but surrounded by the western ranges of the Tian Shen mountains.

Dropping through Otmok I eventually reached my intended turning to Chaek but after only 10 km I decided the potential 100km more through the mountains on such a poor surface was not for me - I heard later from Kris that it had indeed been a terrible road all the way. The main road north then started climbing once more and eventually crossed the range via the Too Ashuu tunnel at 3130m that avoided the pass another 400m higher. These roads must be impassable for many months over the winter and to counter this a new north south route from Bishkek to Osh is reaching completion heading in a more direct line but requiring many tunnels and potentially opening up a currently fairly inaccessible region of Kyrgyzstan.

Before hitting Bishkek I diverted south towards the Ala Archa National Park as there was  a good water point on the road heading up in to the hills. The NP is popular and plenty of locals were heading that way but before long I was parked under trees in the centre of the Kyrgyz capital. It was much hotter again so after the obligatory ice cream I visited the National Museum nearby which was spread out over five floors of a modern building. A wealth of exhibits covering all aspects of life from the early history to post Soviet times were fascinating and well labelled in Kyrgyz, Russian and English. As always I was amazed by the complex history across this vast region with empires rising and falling and national boundaries in an almost constant state of flux until recent times. 

As I walked back to the van I noticed ongoing preparations for the Bishkek International Film Festival and after a visit to the fairground later I stood and watched the opening ceremony which was followed by various local artists belting out traditional songs. Despite the large numbers of security personnel I was able so slip through the barriers and reach an area where national film stars were lining up for selfies with their fans before eventually heading back to the van which was effectively blocked in by visitors.

It was a warm night and I was away early heading east to Burana Tower which is all that remains of a mosque and even that is only half its original height. I parked under trees and within minutes a German plated high top T4 parked alongside. The three occupants were from Germany with the guy being English so, it was good to have a chat before heading to the ticket booth. I walked out to the brick built structure accessed by an external spiral staircase which led to a very steep and unlit internal stone staircase with almost no room to pass other  visitors. The views south were superb as snow clad mountains rose away to the east and west and back at ground level there were a number of carved stones gathered from across the region set in to the ground.

Heading east again through Tokmok the road climbed through the Boom Gorge and then split to send me south to Kockor passing the scenic Oro Toko Reservoir. On the outskirts of Kockor I found an idyllic park up by a shallow river and decided it would be the perfect overnight spot. There was the usual dispiriting garbage around but ten minutes with a bin liner made a huge difference and I settled in for a planning session. A family pulled up nearby and spent some time washing two huge carpets in the river but by mid evening all was quiet. Heading south to Sari Bulak there were nomadic herdsmen and their families occupying the flatter spots by the Joon Aryk river with the fermented mare's milk for sale and I was soon turning off west on the road to the Song Kol lake. A local guy was hitching for a lift so I stopped as the road was very quiet and we headed off on a rather poor surface with a few deviations to avoid wash outs. After about half an hour we reached his humble farm after which the road got more challenging and climbed steeply via numerous bumpy hairpins. I passed a heavily laden van and trailer that was heading up to the jailoo or summer pastures carrying a whole family's belongings and presumably most of the supplies they would need as it was a long way in or out. After passing some patches of snow I reached the pass at 3124m and stopped for the remarkable view of a blue lake encircled by snow capped mountains several hundred metres below. Yurts were strung out across the flat pastures, herds of cattle and horses were grazing freely as well as flocks of the curious kurdyuk or fat tailed sheep which are a cornerstone of the local economy. They have a pronounced bulge above the tail which acts like a camel's hump storing energy in the form of fat to enable them to survive harsh winters and scarce grazing. I reached the shore line and headed west meeting a Californian guy passing through on a well laden mountain bike - hugely impressive - and then reached a few yurt camps that cater for tourists seeking the nomadic experience, albeit briefly and with creature comforts perhaps not seen in the true yurt. 

I knew rain was in the forecast, that might well have turned to snow at these high altitudes and in any case would make the dirt track tricky so climbed up and out of the enormous bowl to reach a perfect spot to spend the night at 3346m, my highest ever night in the van. Neither it nor I experienced any altitude issues, not that I was exerting myself very much and the views south to 4,000m plus peaks across the wide Narin Valley were incredible. Remarkably this river eventually flows in to the Aral Sea in Kazakhstan and I will be following its course north in a few weeks time and hundreds of miles away. Two local herders arrived on horseback - being young they had come up to get a signal as it was non existent around the lake but after an hour as the sun set they were off leaving me to enjoy the amazing stars appear overhead.

I was woken next morning by the van rocking gently courtesy of some cows having a good scratch so shooed them away and after a breakfast of toast and honey began the long descent on a serpentine track to reach the valley floor after twenty odd miles. P4N suggested a water point twenty miles in the wrong direction for me and as it was a poor road I turned east for Narin as I was pretty sure I had enough for another day or two. My water gauge has always had a mind of it's own and with minimal usage at the moment thanks to solo occupancy and a flannel wash I'm never quite sure of the situation. I keep 5l of drinking water in reserve so would always be OK. Similarly with my gas situation I am using far less and a cylinder has lasted a month with minimal cooking, fridge use and water boiling. On the outskirts of Narin a riverside park up required a steep and bumpy descent which I then reascended to make sure it was possible, yet again the van amazed me with its capabilities and I descended once more to park up under some trees for the rest of the day. A group of young lads of various ages were spending the day there as there was a rough football pitch, some ancient swings and a natural spring emerged from rocks giving them the opportunity to lark about. I of course was a source of great interest and they were super excited to see inside the van and totally absorbed in the maps I used to show them my route across Europe to get here. They knew all the main soccer teams in the UK and having pumped up their football we played an impromptu game up on the pitch. My position as goalie was perfect : no running around and the junior sized goal was easily enough blocked. The game ended at two all and before long as the sun set they were packing up and heading home waving wholeheartedly having brought me a few handfuls of sweets - humbling.

I woke this morning to the sound of the predicted rain so packed up very quickly anxious to get back up the track before it got too slippery, again the van was up to the task and by mid morning I was back here by the river in Kockor where the water was much muddier as a result of melting snow up in the mountains. I walked in to the village to check out the shopping options for tomorrow, found a good cafe for lunch and have been back at the van for the afternoon - a family sent over their toddler with melon and mini doughnuts and yet again I was considering how open and trusting everyone is over here: so refreshing.

Anyway I have less than a fortnight left in this beautiful country so will head east along the south shore of mighty Issy Kol lake to Karakol where I must get the van oil and filter done before starting to head home. Kyrgyzstan has been amazing so far and has more to offer so until the next post some extra photos sit HERE