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Those hats again All gained through luck and fortune. These styles bring out a whole traveler identity. The movement through place with a mode of transport as the picturesque sensual, semantic. Intentional states, like empathy, through encounter with other as representational, rational, emotional. Your blog post is very nice and your blog Image so nice. Thank you for sharing this blog post. There are three main valleys near Karakol, and almost without exception, tourists come to the town in order to walk all or part of them, usually on multi-day hikes. We seemed to be the only ones there doing day walks and hanging out about the town. The first valley we tried was south from the village of Ak-Suu, where yet another sanatorium resides. This one was small and tucked away in the forest, and the valley leading from it was full of pine trees, butterflies, bees gathering the last of the pollen from the fading wild flowers, and funnily enough, loads of marijuana plants! We walked alongside the raging river on a very pleasant grassy path as far as we could, until it descended into too much of a scramble for us. We were also finding the altitude effecting us since we had arrived in Kyrgyzstan, especially in the Karakol region. At least, that was our excuse when we got tired!! Beautiful raging river, Ak-Suu Valley, Kyrgyzstan Path alongside the river, Ak-Suu Valley, Kyrgyzstan The next valley along was the beginning of the Altan Arashan hot springs trek, and while it was still scenic, and a lot easier to walk due to a proper unpaved road, we found the big trucks, buses and ATVs blowing dust in our faces distracted from the beauty of the nature around us. The cowboy rounding up his cattle, Ak-Suu Valley, Kyrgyzstan Disused gate, Ak-Suu Valley, Kyrgyzstan The marshrutka ride to the beginning of this walk was an interesting one- at 9am the old lady next to me was rolling drunk and practically falling into the aisle of the crowded bus, while Rich had a sick guy leaning on him and coughing his germs over him for most of the trip! The young man in the Tourist Office in Karakol recommended us to visit the Karakol Valley, as he said there were many yurt camps nearby where the marshrutka dropped off and we could easily finding a yurt for a couple of nights without having to do a longer trek. In actual fact, there was no accommodation where we were dropped off, and after walking with our packs for hours, we finally turned back to the one and only place we had seen offering a bed. The yurt we were shown was mouldy, smelly and only mattresses without blankets we weren't carrying sleeping bags. When the family smilingly mimed to us that it would be freezing at night, we took them up on the upgrade to a tiny wooden A-frame hut. It was also freezing at night, and we slept in all the clothes we own plus every spare blanket we could lay our hands on, but at least came with a light, bedding, a verandah and a door! Farm where we stayed, Karakol Valley, Kyrgyzstan Yurt where we didn't stay, Karakol Valley, Kyrgyzstan Cute A-frames we ended up in, Karakol Valley, Kyrgyzstan We spent two nights in it, and spent the day in between walking up the valley as far as our legs could stand. Apparently, one needs to walk quite far up this valley to discover the real beauty- our walk was pleasant, but a bit same-y. The pine trees, snow tipped mountains, shiny horses nibbling away at grass near the river were quite picturesque, and although there were not many dwellings, we saw a few seasonal yurts selling kymys fermented mare's milk , and other dairy products. We were so lucky with the weather for this trip and actually for our whole time around Karakol. There were some nasty days with rain, wind and cloud, where hikers on the high passes experienced hail and snow, but we managed to be in the hostel for the bad weather and out about during the sunny warm days. We were interested in the concept of the sanatorium, and couldn't pass up the opportunity to actually stay in one. Here is a repeat about sanatoriums from a previous blog for those who missed it: The sanatorium is a bit of an institution in Russia and former Soviet countries. Workers could have a break paid by the state for a couple of weeks and return to work refreshed. The settings are always in natural beautiful areas, especially mountains, due to the health benefits of the clean air. Unfortunately, the actual buildings aren't always in sync with the scenic soundings, as the Soviets often favoured brutal, monolithic structures that didn't exactly blend with the surroundings. Most that we know of are also extremely decrepit and not maintained very well. Amongst the places we visited in Central Asia, Issyk-Kol Lake in Kyrgyzstan had the biggest concentration of sanatoriums, seemingly one in every second town! Check in, payment, room allocation and the ensuing problems were all dealt with hilariously due to our lack of Russian, the staff's lack of English, and the strict 'administrator's' that's what they call hotel managers here haughty approach to letting us stay. Once she had eventually finished her paperwork, she wrote us out a ticket no viewing of the room first allowed , sent us upstairs to pay no one was in the office, but Rich did see a hunchback midget with a tall white surgeon's hat wander out of a room while we were waiting! Unfortunately, for an unknown reason we were called back after about an hour to change to another room! The accommodation was average enough we had to ask for towels, hot water and turn on the heater immediately due to the cold and damp , but the atmosphere of the place was unique. It's hard to describe just how decrepit the building was. From the outside, you wouldn't believe there was a business going on in there- with all the broken windows, bad smells and peeling plaster, it looked like it was about to fall down. The beautiful park like grounds were full of ruins of buildings that had fallen down. The s Soviet-era architecture and design was so ugly and solid, but kind of retro and funky at the same time. No one seemed to mind us wandering the various buildings and hallways- the tiled treatment rooms with only a bathtub in the middle were a bit like something out of a horror film! The grounds were full of wildlife, and the red squirrels were a particular favourite of ours. We sat and watched them run around and tried to capture them on camera. Added to that the various random statues, pathways and weedy flowerbeds, it had a rustic holiday camp feel to it. To be honest, Sal was bitterly disappointed on the day we walked up the main valley. After about one and a half hours, the valley fanned out to gorgeous grasslands, with mountains on all sides, and yurt camps spread out as far as the eye could see. This is where we should have come for our yurt stay, not the Karakol Valley!! By this point Richard was very grumpy indeed about yurts in general, and it has to be said, from our experience, the yurts we saw were at best damp, dark and unwelcoming, and at worst mouldy and stinky. Oh well, we still enjoyed the walk immensely, apart from the many vehicles on the road. Shymkent - Bishkek big bus, tenge, 8. Bishkek east bus station — Issyk Ata, marshrutka , 70 som , 90 mins. Bishkek west bus station — east bus station, marshrutka , 11 som , 15 mins. Osh Bazaar, Bishkek - Bishkek train station, som, 10 mins. Bishkek train station - Balykchy, train, 70 som , 5 hours. Balykchy - Kara Koo, share taxi, som , 35 mins. Kara Koo - Bokonbaev, share taxi, 70 som, mins. Bokonbaev - Tosor, marshrutka, som, 30 mins. Tosor - Karakol, marshrutka, som, 1. Karakol - Ak Suu sanatorium, marshrutka, 30 som, 30 mins. Karakol - Jeti-Oghuz, share taxi, som , 45 mins. Karakol - Karakol Valley, marshrutka , 10 som , 30 mins. Jeti-Oghuz - Karakol, marshrutka , som , 45 mins. Karakol - Pristan, marshrutka, 15 som, 30 mins. Karakol - Cholpon-Ata, marshrutka , som , 2. Cholpon-Ata - Bishkek, marshrutka , som , 3. Italo Giardina 15 October at Newer Post Older Post Home. Subscribe to: Post Comments Atom. Beautiful raging river, Ak-Suu Valley, Kyrgyzstan. Path alongside the river, Ak-Suu Valley, Kyrgyzstan. The cowboy rounding up his cattle, Ak-Suu Valley, Kyrgyzstan. Yurt where we didn't stay, Karakol Valley, Kyrgyzstan. Cute A-frames we ended up in, Karakol Valley, Kyrgyzstan. So much marijuana growing everywhere, Karakol Valley, Kyrgyzstan. Enjoying the solitude, Karakol Valley, Kyrgyzstan. Yurts with kymys , Karakol Valley, Kyrgyzstan. Falling down, but still used, Jeti-Oghuz sanatorium. Perfect posing red squirrel, Jeti-Oghuz sanatorium. Disused building in grounds, Jeti-Oghuz sanatorium. View from our guesthouse windows, Jeti-Oghuz village, Kyrgyzstan. Abandoned village hut, Jeti-Oghuz village, Kyrgyzstan. Dunny with an aspect, Jeti-Oghuz village, Kyrgyzstan. What a setting for a cottage, Jeti-Oghuz village, Kyrgyzstan. Bee keeper selling his honey, Jeti-Oghuz, Kyrgyzstan. Looking away from the village, Jeti-Oghuz, Kyrgyzstan. Red rocks into the distance, Jeti-Oghuz, Kyrgyzstan. Bringing the fat bums home, Jeti-Oghuz, Kyrgyzstan. Waiting for the cowboys and Indians, Jeti-Oghuz, Kyrgyzstan. Lovely old chair, back street, Cholpon-Ata, Kyrgyzstan. Kyrgyzstan surrounded by the rest of central Asia. Our surprisingly limited trip through Kyrgyzstan in terms of distance! Blocking the view of the road! Kyrgyzstan marshrutka. A common Russian brand here in Kyrgyzstan, this item is chocolate.

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