Early in the morning we arrived at the DHL office after a royal icecream-pancake breakfast, only to hear we had to wait until the responsible was there to check our goods. So we hid once more from our closest daystar and put our worms in our books until Ulugbek, the English speaking DHL guy, arrived.
After saying goodbye to our precious goods he was so kind to invite us for lunch at the best Plov place in town. Light as a bird we left the city and set course for Bishkek where we will (finally) meet our lost brother again.
Soon we realized removing the kickstand from our bikes might require some getting used to, but there were no regrets of sending all our useless stuff home. Next time we'll go on a trip with only the clothes on our back - make it a bit of a challenge.
A lake popped up in the corner of our left eye so we adjusted our course, following a small rocky road. It seemed not to come any closer, and the terrain got swampy. On a 50 cm wide patch of grass we cycled through rice fields to get back on the right dirt track until we arrived in pitch black somewhere we could put up the hammocks. A huge orgie of frogs was occupying the rice fields and their sexual croaking symphony was bound to keep us awake all night. Although we are music lovers, a string orchestra of frogs and crickets combined is not our favorite so we decided to go for higher grounds away from the lake.