Designated driver Caitlyn wanted an early start, and when the captain talks the crew walks, so we nested on the backseat of the silver Subaru.
Today's destination was Sary Chelek, a natural reserve with five lakes in the mountains which is supposed to be Kyrgyzstan's Iskanderkul, presumably Tajikistans most beautiful lake. After a long drive up and down through the majestic scenery that this country has to offer, we were indeed rewarded with crystal clear, huge fresh water lakes. Without hesitation all 5 of us rushed down and jumped in the cold waters.
Mr. Subaaru brought us to a smaller, equally refreshing lake to set up camp somewhere quiet. After two whole, standing trees were converted to a neat pile of firewood, one of Kyrgyzstan's many cowboys spotted us. Apparently camping is supposed to happen at the other side of the lake, so, slightly enebristed already, we followed him. Cait's panflute was the cue for a wodka shot, and around the campfire we sat, laughed and drank. When our small stock of new firewood was running low, Stef en Yuri braved the walk once more because only a fool would chop down a tree not to make a fire of it.
The next day we discovered the lake was filled with a school of fish eager to learn about naked watermonkeys. As soon as school was out these scaly finners swam all around us while they taunted their blubs at Yuri who sent his rod home two days ago. You might say it's making a Rodtrip. *ba-dum tss* We explored the lakes and hiked around, problem was no shop was found. So as our supplies were almost exhausted, we improvised but could have fasted. Never eat the purple flowers, eat the stem and root. Wild leek and bush spinach, we know what's good..
Nature provided us with these perfect mystery veggies to go with the spaghooters, after which the rain forced into bed, or in this case the car, as we had no tent anymore.
At 6h30 captain Cait fired up the engine, this time around we were already in the car, so as we left for Bishkek the backseat crew snoozed. Herds of horses on the green mountains filledl the view through the car windows as we rubbed our sleepy eyes away, sat back and let our legs rest.
A huge water reservoir was the perfect place for a midday break. To our surprise the shoreline was completely covered with tiny Marijuana plants that grow wild everywhere in this country. We didn't hesitate to go for a dive when we even spotted some underwater weed plants, but sadly this had no mind-altering effects. Didn't see any fish though, so we suspect they were hi (gh) ding somewhere.
Mr. Subaruu called us to a halt when he was hungry for oil, so the four of us waited while yuri bit the bullet and hitched a ride back to fetch a bottle. What was supposed to be a short there and back, ended up in a 3 hours long wait and an ever longer speculation about Yuri's spectacular deaths. An excruciatingly slow truck brought us a heroic bottle of black goo that returned our lost boy to us. The famished cosmic party patrol ate quite some horses before they all crawled under the sheets in a roadside restaurant/guest house.