We awoke on the grassy lakeside and departed towards the next town, in search of new adventures. The area around the lake is ideal for prolongued journeys on the back of the famous Kyrgyz horses. We had hoped to arrange a trek on these magnificent creatures, so we visited many tourist offices until we stumbled across one with an American tour operator who made us an offer we couldn't refuse. In exchange for our input we were allowed to join him on one of the potential excursions for free.
The excursion today was the building of a Yurt. A huge tent, used by locals for centuries to travel the plains with their cattle. In the past these tents were transported by camels and were used year-round. After being given some background info we hopped in a taxi and were brought to the manifacturing place of these oversized camping huts. The constructing of a Yurt is a timed activity, as it is a national sport to put one together in record time. It is also one of the categories in the World Nomad Games. We helped the world record holders set up a Yurt ready for inspection and approval for export. Upon completion and final decoration, we received local dishes and drinks inside as an initiation ritual.
We couldn't find the right horses, but the day had brought us an adventure equally challenging. After this culture filled day we decided to move on towards the next city which was promised to bring us the stallions we anticipated. We settled on the beach where, as a good omen, a horde of wild horses came to greet us.
The next morning, a string of ants marched from hammock rope to hammock rope, using Anton's body as a bridge between trees. Slightly annoyed, he plunged his feet into the sand, after going through a black layer of ant infestation. He was feeling a bit antsy himself, and started a morning run down the beach. When Oli and Stef opened their cocoons an hour later, Anton had a little fire going to dry up after a morning skinny dip, a welcome heat source removing all doubts of water fun on this cloudy morning. The cycling day had barely started when we came across a hill with a Buddha statue on top. While Stef went ahead to feed the monkey, James and Max put on their hiking shoes and clocked off at 18 minutes when they reached GOD. But they were not contented just sitting at his feet so climbed up to get into his head and provide a tiny Anton on his left shoulder, suggesting the holocaust of a certain species of six-legged creepers.