The lively Jayma Bazar in Osh, Kyrgyzstan is supposed to be one of Central Asia's most diverse. Situated at near the borders of three countries (Kyrgyzstan, Uzbekistan and Tajikistan) along the historic Silk Road, has been a central trading area for people of all three nationalities for centuries.
The produce section was full of colorful and healthy-looking vegetables and fruits, all displayed in either large plastic bowls or woven grain sacks with the tops rolled down. The spices were fragrants and huge varieties were for sale in smaller woven bags, all in seed form to be mixed and then crushed into powder. We bought a delicious smelling mix, which the man wrapped up for us expertly in newspaper so that none could spill out. Steaming warm bread was for sale in one area, displayed on bright red table cloths, which mobile hawkers sold the same out of steel carts. Outside a small teahouse, men churned out samsas from a deep clay oven and outside others, cooks fanned the long barbeques where shasslick is grilled atop coals. In the meat section, all types of cuts and meats were hanging on display and the fattiest cuts were most expensive. Among the more exotic items on sale were sheep and cow heads and horse feet! In one area, heaps of nuts and dried fruit were for sale out of plastic-lined cardboard boxes and nearby were heaps of cookies, all for sale by weight.
The usual array of designer jeans, sweaters and footwear were displayed aisle after aisle beneath colorful tarps and the electroics and housewards sections ere stocked with cheap chinese goods - radios, flashlights, plastic buckets, large thermoses, and teapots.
We grazed on our favorite local snacks - fried dough stuffed with potato and samsas- and tried some things that we'd never seen before.
Since we need to be self-sufficient on our bikes and carry all of our own food, we get to do more than just browse through these exciting bazaars. It usually takes us several hours to track down everything on our shopping list, but we always enjoy it. It's wonderful to buy things straight from the producer and a great chance to interact with locals in each town we pass through.
Christine
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
A day in the stomach of a cycle tourist in Kyrgyzstan
Breakfast: Oatmeal with fresh or dried fruit (we change it up), cream and sugar; and tea. When we're in hostels, we sometimes treat ourselves to eggs, friend sausage and bread.
Lunch: Bread (the breads here are absolutely wonderful when you can get them fresh. Unfortunately, when we're a few days between towns, we end up eating a lot of stale stuff. But even stale bread tastes alright with nutella (we've polished of 1.5kg of it so far!), honey and jam (or favorites are apricot and barberry). We also eat some sausage and cheese for the protein more than the taste (we miss canadian cheese!!).
Dinner: We've done a much better job at keeping some variety in our diets here than we did on our last trip. It's different every time, but some typical ingredients include: potatoes, carrots, soup mixes, rice, bulgar wheat, some other grain we can't identify but really enjoy, pasta (but the only sauce is really more like ketchup than tomato sauce) and fried sausage. Sausage is the only protein that we've found here that we can actually carry on our bikes. One night we tried canned beef, or so we thought but there wasn't actually any beef in it at all, just barley and a picture of a cow on the label...another night we tried canned chicken, but we suspect that it may not have been intended for human consumption :-S
Snacks: There are endless possibilities for snacks in the local markets - a hundred varieties of cookies, many with fruit fillings and all delicious, lots of dried fruits (apricots, kiwis, raisins, pineapples, etc.) and nuts. We also stocked up on banana-chocolate granola bars that we found in Bishkek :) In cities, we love to treat ourselves to samsas (like samosas), piroshki (deepfried dough filled with potatoes, a personal favorite) and russian ice cream (mmmm! good!).
Local foods: Lots of mouth-watering things to look forward to in the towns and cities... shasslik are kebabs and though fatty mutton ones are most popular, we opt for the cheaper lean beef (you can also get horse, donkey or chicken)... plov is rice pilaf strings of carrot or squash and hunks of mutton (my personal favorite).... lagman is thick noodles, mutton and peppers in a slightly spicy soup.
Food is such an exciting part of travelling and one of the great things about travelling by bike is that you can indulge even more!!
Christine
Lunch: Bread (the breads here are absolutely wonderful when you can get them fresh. Unfortunately, when we're a few days between towns, we end up eating a lot of stale stuff. But even stale bread tastes alright with nutella (we've polished of 1.5kg of it so far!), honey and jam (or favorites are apricot and barberry). We also eat some sausage and cheese for the protein more than the taste (we miss canadian cheese!!).
Dinner: We've done a much better job at keeping some variety in our diets here than we did on our last trip. It's different every time, but some typical ingredients include: potatoes, carrots, soup mixes, rice, bulgar wheat, some other grain we can't identify but really enjoy, pasta (but the only sauce is really more like ketchup than tomato sauce) and fried sausage. Sausage is the only protein that we've found here that we can actually carry on our bikes. One night we tried canned beef, or so we thought but there wasn't actually any beef in it at all, just barley and a picture of a cow on the label...another night we tried canned chicken, but we suspect that it may not have been intended for human consumption :-S
Snacks: There are endless possibilities for snacks in the local markets - a hundred varieties of cookies, many with fruit fillings and all delicious, lots of dried fruits (apricots, kiwis, raisins, pineapples, etc.) and nuts. We also stocked up on banana-chocolate granola bars that we found in Bishkek :) In cities, we love to treat ourselves to samsas (like samosas), piroshki (deepfried dough filled with potatoes, a personal favorite) and russian ice cream (mmmm! good!).
Local foods: Lots of mouth-watering things to look forward to in the towns and cities... shasslik are kebabs and though fatty mutton ones are most popular, we opt for the cheaper lean beef (you can also get horse, donkey or chicken)... plov is rice pilaf strings of carrot or squash and hunks of mutton (my personal favorite).... lagman is thick noodles, mutton and peppers in a slightly spicy soup.
Food is such an exciting part of travelling and one of the great things about travelling by bike is that you can indulge even more!!
Christine
When life gives you lemons....Make your own gaddamm mittens!
In a place where people LOVE to warn you about the cold, it's incredibly difficult to find warm clothes! So we had to get creative and losing 1/2 of my stuff actually turned into an excuse to have some fun...
To market, to market... first on the list was something water and wind-proof to replace my gore-tex. A very friendly local who was excited to practice his English and French led us on a whirlwind tour of the market, touch-testing jackets (mostly adidas track suits) to see if they might work. No go. I wasn't in any position to be picky about fashion, but I absolutely have to have something waterproof. His next idea was a wonderful one: the section of the market where they sell military clothing. There amid the black boots and camoflage overcoats (Sorry Tavis, nothing waterproof in camo or I would have done it just for you!) was the perfect rain jacket. Made for someone my height (it reached right down to my toes) and twice my girth, there was enough rubber there to have my rain jacket and use the rest to make waterproof overmitts and rain chaps for my legs!
Strangely, there were no mittens to be found and I needed some extra warmth for my hands. Hmmm... Also needing a warm upper layer I opted for a very fuzzy lime green pyjama set - the top would at least partially replace my down jacket and our heads were just spinning with possibilities for how to use the bottoms (Jodie couldn't resist how fuzzy they were and opted for her own hot pink set).
A quick stop at the thread-and-scissor man and we were on our way back to our guesthouse. Soon pink and green fuzz was flying everywhere and our fingers were busily stitching up new mittens, neck warmers, leg warmers and slippers! I even lopped the tops off my moccasins to use the leather as another layer for my hands.
For less than $100, I'm completely decked out with warm stuff and ready to take on the Pamir mountains! And I even learned a bit of a lesson from all of this.... as an outdoorsy type at home, I've gotten to be quite a snob about having the 'right' clothing for the activity that I'm doing. Here I've managed to piece together enough to keep me warm from basic materials that I could find anywhere in the world. What I originally feared might be a trip-ending tragedy has just turned into yet another fun part of the adventure!
Christine
To market, to market... first on the list was something water and wind-proof to replace my gore-tex. A very friendly local who was excited to practice his English and French led us on a whirlwind tour of the market, touch-testing jackets (mostly adidas track suits) to see if they might work. No go. I wasn't in any position to be picky about fashion, but I absolutely have to have something waterproof. His next idea was a wonderful one: the section of the market where they sell military clothing. There amid the black boots and camoflage overcoats (Sorry Tavis, nothing waterproof in camo or I would have done it just for you!) was the perfect rain jacket. Made for someone my height (it reached right down to my toes) and twice my girth, there was enough rubber there to have my rain jacket and use the rest to make waterproof overmitts and rain chaps for my legs!
Strangely, there were no mittens to be found and I needed some extra warmth for my hands. Hmmm... Also needing a warm upper layer I opted for a very fuzzy lime green pyjama set - the top would at least partially replace my down jacket and our heads were just spinning with possibilities for how to use the bottoms (Jodie couldn't resist how fuzzy they were and opted for her own hot pink set).
A quick stop at the thread-and-scissor man and we were on our way back to our guesthouse. Soon pink and green fuzz was flying everywhere and our fingers were busily stitching up new mittens, neck warmers, leg warmers and slippers! I even lopped the tops off my moccasins to use the leather as another layer for my hands.
For less than $100, I'm completely decked out with warm stuff and ready to take on the Pamir mountains! And I even learned a bit of a lesson from all of this.... as an outdoorsy type at home, I've gotten to be quite a snob about having the 'right' clothing for the activity that I'm doing. Here I've managed to piece together enough to keep me warm from basic materials that I could find anywhere in the world. What I originally feared might be a trip-ending tragedy has just turned into yet another fun part of the adventure!
Christine
Monday, October 20, 2008
The Long Way Around
We arrived in Kazarman on a beautiful sunny afternoon after riding through some spectacular countryside - rolling hills where cows and sheep grazed against the backdrop of tall snow-capped mountains and through steep twisty canyons, then cruising along the Naryn River, past homes where women wash clothing and carpets outside, children play in the yard and herders drive their livestock along the roadsides. It was a wonderful day on the bikes, made even more enjoyable by the fact that we looked forward to a homestay in Kazarman, sleeping in a bed and enjoying a warm-water wash.
Our homestay in Kazarman was everything we'd hoped for. While not as special as the night we were invited to stay as guests in Emil's home (as this was a paid for service), we still got to wash up and enjoy the comfort of soft beds and heavy quilts and a breakfast of bread, jam, cream of wheat and tea.
The woman who owned the home where we stayed warned us that the pass that we hoped to cross to Jalalabad had been closed a couple days before because of snow. In the fall, tractors clear the road after the first few snowfalls until too much piles up and they can no longer get through, then the pass closes for the winter. When we woke up the next morning to stormy weather (rain in the valley, but snow on the pass), we knew there was no sense riding that way and so we took a real rest day and spent the afternoon knitting and playing cards. The next morning, we asked about taking a taxi over the pass to Jalalabad. It sounded hopeful for a while, but in the end, the drivers decided that the road was most likely closed (though they would happily take us for a look for $50). Not wanted to waste more time or money that necessary, we decided to bite the bullet and take the long way around....
Despite being only 200km from Jalalabad, we had to drive 1250km to get there! We figure that's sort of like driving to Grande Prairie via Prince George and Jasper. It was a hectic and expensive couple days but we made it in one piece and once again have reaffirmed why we prefer to bike that drive in developing countries (I think my knuckles are still white!).
Unfortunately, not all our our gear made it with us. In keeping with the what-can-go-wrong-will theme of this trip, somehow in the mad rush of unloading in Jalalabad, one of my bags didn't make it out of the taxi (I'm saying it all generally because I honestly don't know if it was intentional or not). Anyway, in this bag was about $700 of outdoor gear including my down jacket and goretex and our water purifyer. Ouch. Most of it (aside from some sentimental items) will be replacable here in Osh before we head into Tajikistan and the Pamir Mountains. Although it's a tough one to swallow, the show will go on!
Christine
Our homestay in Kazarman was everything we'd hoped for. While not as special as the night we were invited to stay as guests in Emil's home (as this was a paid for service), we still got to wash up and enjoy the comfort of soft beds and heavy quilts and a breakfast of bread, jam, cream of wheat and tea.
The woman who owned the home where we stayed warned us that the pass that we hoped to cross to Jalalabad had been closed a couple days before because of snow. In the fall, tractors clear the road after the first few snowfalls until too much piles up and they can no longer get through, then the pass closes for the winter. When we woke up the next morning to stormy weather (rain in the valley, but snow on the pass), we knew there was no sense riding that way and so we took a real rest day and spent the afternoon knitting and playing cards. The next morning, we asked about taking a taxi over the pass to Jalalabad. It sounded hopeful for a while, but in the end, the drivers decided that the road was most likely closed (though they would happily take us for a look for $50). Not wanted to waste more time or money that necessary, we decided to bite the bullet and take the long way around....
Despite being only 200km from Jalalabad, we had to drive 1250km to get there! We figure that's sort of like driving to Grande Prairie via Prince George and Jasper. It was a hectic and expensive couple days but we made it in one piece and once again have reaffirmed why we prefer to bike that drive in developing countries (I think my knuckles are still white!).
Unfortunately, not all our our gear made it with us. In keeping with the what-can-go-wrong-will theme of this trip, somehow in the mad rush of unloading in Jalalabad, one of my bags didn't make it out of the taxi (I'm saying it all generally because I honestly don't know if it was intentional or not). Anyway, in this bag was about $700 of outdoor gear including my down jacket and goretex and our water purifyer. Ouch. Most of it (aside from some sentimental items) will be replacable here in Osh before we head into Tajikistan and the Pamir Mountains. Although it's a tough one to swallow, the show will go on!
Christine
Thursday, October 16, 2008
On a somber note
This isn't meant to worry anyone, but we have faced yet another challenge that has left us thinking of everyone at home. Riding out of Naryn we witnessed a car accident. We were the first people on the scene and did first aid. Drinking and no seatbelts were both factors that seemed to make a small incident turn into something terrible. We just want to ask that everyone please be careful and make safe decisions on the road. We are thinking of you all. Big hugs.
Jodie and Christine
Jodie and Christine
Friday, October 10, 2008
Jodie and Christine VS. Naryn
And we thought that days off were for relaxing! It wasn't to be in Naryn, though...
Arriving in the city, having frozen our butts off and not washed properly in a week(our nightly 'showers' use 2 face wipes each!), we decided to splurge on a 'Lux' room at the Ala-Too hotel with our own toilet and hot water shower! Looking forward to washing, but even more to eating and enjoying a cold beer, we opted to hit up a restaurant first.
I should try to explain here how much food means to us when we've got 'biker' appetites. It occupies much of our thoughts each day and we're always looking forward to the next meal. One night last week, I had 2 dreams: in one, a giant roast beef and cheese sandwhich was just flying around taunting me and in another, Jodie and I were trying to decide which breakfast buffet to hit up because there were so many and they all looked so delicious. But in Central Asia, that is the stuff of dreams and dreams only. In South America, we could count on a hamburger and fries in every city, and even McDonalds chicken nuggets now and again...but here we ride into town salivating at the thought of burgers and pizza and are handed a menu in kyrgyz or russian (we can't even tell the difference, which makes decoding quite difficult!) that we stare at until something familiar pops out at us. And familiar means something that we've tried here before, not something familiar from home! The food's not bad at all, but it's just not what we crave after a week or more of one-pot wonders on the camp stove.
Dinner and a few beers later, we weren't overly concerned when we got home and discovered that there was no water at all in our room - we were content to sleep and clean up in the morning. When there was still no water in the morning (we couldn't even flush the toilet), we started to get concerned. The water will be on by 1:00, they said and so we donned bandanas to hide our greasy hair and went into town.
Back in the afternoon, there was still no water. I tried to communicate that I wanted a bucket so that I could go to an outside tap and at least get water to flush the toilet. Although the woman I was asking had a bucket in her hand, she looked at my like I was nuts to think I could take it. And so we headed to a store to buy our own bucket! By the time we were back, there was water and again we got excited about the prospect of a hot shower. How naive!
Of course the hot water heater doesn't actually work. Well, it feels hot, but no water comes out when you turn the hot tap on. So off in search of help. Three women and one repair-man later, all we get is this sign-language message: the woman pointed at the water heater and said, "ka-pow!". Ok, we get it. But we paid double the regular price just so we could have a shower. Smelly and rather grumpy, we tried to communicate that we wanted some money back. But of course, we have to wait to talk to the director. On October 30. Ok, ok, tomorrow. At 1:00. Nope, at 5.
Incredibly the director fixed the hot water (a bit to our disappointment since we'd already heated water in the kettle to wash with and would have preferred some money back...)
And then the banking. We tried all 4 of our cards in the towns only ATM and no deal. So off to a bank with a huge exchange rate sign on the door. Will you chnage dollars? No. To two more banks...Will you exchange dollars or give us a Visa or Mastercard advance? No. Back to bank #1. Oh, no, we don't take MC, only Visa. Ok, we've got a Visa. Oh, we can't to Visas until Monday. Ok, will you change dollars? Yes, ok (yep, the same ones that said no 2 hours ago!). Baffling, but we've got enough money to make it to Osh.
And so it went on our days 'off' in Naryn. All part of the experience I guess but it sure does make us miss the comforts of home!!
Christine
Arriving in the city, having frozen our butts off and not washed properly in a week(our nightly 'showers' use 2 face wipes each!), we decided to splurge on a 'Lux' room at the Ala-Too hotel with our own toilet and hot water shower! Looking forward to washing, but even more to eating and enjoying a cold beer, we opted to hit up a restaurant first.
I should try to explain here how much food means to us when we've got 'biker' appetites. It occupies much of our thoughts each day and we're always looking forward to the next meal. One night last week, I had 2 dreams: in one, a giant roast beef and cheese sandwhich was just flying around taunting me and in another, Jodie and I were trying to decide which breakfast buffet to hit up because there were so many and they all looked so delicious. But in Central Asia, that is the stuff of dreams and dreams only. In South America, we could count on a hamburger and fries in every city, and even McDonalds chicken nuggets now and again...but here we ride into town salivating at the thought of burgers and pizza and are handed a menu in kyrgyz or russian (we can't even tell the difference, which makes decoding quite difficult!) that we stare at until something familiar pops out at us. And familiar means something that we've tried here before, not something familiar from home! The food's not bad at all, but it's just not what we crave after a week or more of one-pot wonders on the camp stove.
Dinner and a few beers later, we weren't overly concerned when we got home and discovered that there was no water at all in our room - we were content to sleep and clean up in the morning. When there was still no water in the morning (we couldn't even flush the toilet), we started to get concerned. The water will be on by 1:00, they said and so we donned bandanas to hide our greasy hair and went into town.
Back in the afternoon, there was still no water. I tried to communicate that I wanted a bucket so that I could go to an outside tap and at least get water to flush the toilet. Although the woman I was asking had a bucket in her hand, she looked at my like I was nuts to think I could take it. And so we headed to a store to buy our own bucket! By the time we were back, there was water and again we got excited about the prospect of a hot shower. How naive!
Of course the hot water heater doesn't actually work. Well, it feels hot, but no water comes out when you turn the hot tap on. So off in search of help. Three women and one repair-man later, all we get is this sign-language message: the woman pointed at the water heater and said, "ka-pow!". Ok, we get it. But we paid double the regular price just so we could have a shower. Smelly and rather grumpy, we tried to communicate that we wanted some money back. But of course, we have to wait to talk to the director. On October 30. Ok, ok, tomorrow. At 1:00. Nope, at 5.
Incredibly the director fixed the hot water (a bit to our disappointment since we'd already heated water in the kettle to wash with and would have preferred some money back...)
And then the banking. We tried all 4 of our cards in the towns only ATM and no deal. So off to a bank with a huge exchange rate sign on the door. Will you chnage dollars? No. To two more banks...Will you exchange dollars or give us a Visa or Mastercard advance? No. Back to bank #1. Oh, no, we don't take MC, only Visa. Ok, we've got a Visa. Oh, we can't to Visas until Monday. Ok, will you change dollars? Yes, ok (yep, the same ones that said no 2 hours ago!). Baffling, but we've got enough money to make it to Osh.
And so it went on our days 'off' in Naryn. All part of the experience I guess but it sure does make us miss the comforts of home!!
Christine
Downhill, Snow and... Bicycles?!?!?
The last couple hours of pushing up and over the pass were snow covered and beautiful. However, as soon as we got over the pass and down to our campsite (at 3500m) we thought that we'd escaped the snow and were back to dirt roads. We had our dinner and went to bed - only to wake up to a fresh blanket of snow covering everything! Of course when I first crawled out of the tent I squeeled with excitement - as I do every year when I wake up to the first snowfall. The morning was sunny and beautiful but soon dissappeared and more of the white stuff started to fly... for the next three hours.
In the winter I live for snow and mountains, but because I love sliding down them on a snowboard. Sliding down on a bicycle is another story completely... it turned out to be a lot of good fun that was not without a couple of good crashes. Biking is very similar to driving a car down a really icy road,you can use your brakes but only until you feel a bit of a slide coming on and then you just have to correct it. Most times we came out lucky but there were a few that seemed like BOB had already commited to the fall and there was nothing you could do but go for the tuck and roll.
We loved the novelty of the snow ride, but were certianly ready for the freedom of dry roads when we hit them. The next couple of mornings (at -10C) we were reminded of the wet snow when our cables were frozen solid and we were unable to shift gears.
Maybe I should do my best to save the snow for the snowboard?
On second thought, I did just read a great quote, "The only difference between an ordeal and an adventure is the attitude." - bring on the adventure!
-Jodie
In the winter I live for snow and mountains, but because I love sliding down them on a snowboard. Sliding down on a bicycle is another story completely... it turned out to be a lot of good fun that was not without a couple of good crashes. Biking is very similar to driving a car down a really icy road,you can use your brakes but only until you feel a bit of a slide coming on and then you just have to correct it. Most times we came out lucky but there were a few that seemed like BOB had already commited to the fall and there was nothing you could do but go for the tuck and roll.
We loved the novelty of the snow ride, but were certianly ready for the freedom of dry roads when we hit them. The next couple of mornings (at -10C) we were reminded of the wet snow when our cables were frozen solid and we were unable to shift gears.
Maybe I should do my best to save the snow for the snowboard?
On second thought, I did just read a great quote, "The only difference between an ordeal and an adventure is the attitude." - bring on the adventure!
-Jodie
Thursday, October 09, 2008
Up
Riding up over the 3900m pass between Tosor and Archali was definitely the most physically demanding thing that I've ever done and the hardest I've had to push myself to 'just keep going'. All day the road zig zagged up and up and up, much of the way too steep or rough to ride and so we pushed. To break down the 24 kms that we rode that day, approximately 4 of them were ridden downhill at the very end of the day, another 4 were ridden uphill where the road allowed and the remaining 16 were pushed... and pulled, and heaved and ho'd. On the steepest and roughest sections, the process was to take one step forward, find solid footing, then pull your bike up a few feet, squeeze the brakes hard so that it didn't roll backwards and repeat. This is how we inched forward toward the top of the pass, often moving less than 2kph!
As we rose higher and higher, it was impossible to see where the road would go next and so we were constantly guessing. The lesson for the day: if your guess "doesn't look so bad," you're wrong!
Two vehicles passed us going up over the pass and it absolutely baffles me how they made it, but seeing them gave me hope. "If a truck can do it, then a bike can do it!" I have to admit, though that there were times today that I was questionning that and wondering just how long I could keep going. My legs, arms and back were all cramping from the exertion and my heart was pounding because of the altitude.
The weather was constantly changing and with it my outlook. When the wind was scouring us with dry snow and the peaks weren't visible, I had to fight to stay optimistic about making it to the top but when the sky cleared to reveal the 5000m snowy peaks that surrounded us, my mood and energy soared and I knew we could do it.
When we finally did top out at 3900m, we were both all smiles. What an amazing sense of accomplishment! We shouted out loud and took some victory pictures and a few minutes to catch our breath. We didn't spend long up there, though - it was getting close to sun-down and we had to descend lower than the snow to camp.
Christine
As we rose higher and higher, it was impossible to see where the road would go next and so we were constantly guessing. The lesson for the day: if your guess "doesn't look so bad," you're wrong!
Two vehicles passed us going up over the pass and it absolutely baffles me how they made it, but seeing them gave me hope. "If a truck can do it, then a bike can do it!" I have to admit, though that there were times today that I was questionning that and wondering just how long I could keep going. My legs, arms and back were all cramping from the exertion and my heart was pounding because of the altitude.
The weather was constantly changing and with it my outlook. When the wind was scouring us with dry snow and the peaks weren't visible, I had to fight to stay optimistic about making it to the top but when the sky cleared to reveal the 5000m snowy peaks that surrounded us, my mood and energy soared and I knew we could do it.
When we finally did top out at 3900m, we were both all smiles. What an amazing sense of accomplishment! We shouted out loud and took some victory pictures and a few minutes to catch our breath. We didn't spend long up there, though - it was getting close to sun-down and we had to descend lower than the snow to camp.
Christine
Experience cycle touring at home!
With this simple cycle touring simulation you, too can experience cycle touring - without even leaving town (We'll make it a downhill day so you don't even have to work too hard)! Here's how:
Soak your shoes in water and freeze them overnight. When you wake up, put them on and wear them until they thaw. If it's zero or colder, have your breakfast (oatmeal and tea) outside. If it's warmer, sit in your car with the AC cranked.
Get out a puzzle, duct tape over the picture on the box and start to piece it together. Every 1/2 hour, take it apart, put it back in the box and shake it up (this is like trying to find your way when your map isn't accurate). If you want help with the puzzle, you may only ask someone who doesn't speak your language and may or may not have any idea of what the picture on the box looks like.
Eat stale bread, cold hot dogs and nutella for lunch...eat enough that you feel quite full. If the fair is in town, go get on the zipper. If not, do 20 jumping jacks, slide down a flight of stairs on your butt and then spin around with your head down on a baseball bat 10 times. Try not to barf.
Work on the puzzle some more.
Oh, and don't foget to keep a collection of the most beautiful picture postcards you can find and look at the often throughout the day :)
See, now don't you understand why we love cycle touring so much?!?!
Soak your shoes in water and freeze them overnight. When you wake up, put them on and wear them until they thaw. If it's zero or colder, have your breakfast (oatmeal and tea) outside. If it's warmer, sit in your car with the AC cranked.
Get out a puzzle, duct tape over the picture on the box and start to piece it together. Every 1/2 hour, take it apart, put it back in the box and shake it up (this is like trying to find your way when your map isn't accurate). If you want help with the puzzle, you may only ask someone who doesn't speak your language and may or may not have any idea of what the picture on the box looks like.
Eat stale bread, cold hot dogs and nutella for lunch...eat enough that you feel quite full. If the fair is in town, go get on the zipper. If not, do 20 jumping jacks, slide down a flight of stairs on your butt and then spin around with your head down on a baseball bat 10 times. Try not to barf.
Work on the puzzle some more.
Oh, and don't foget to keep a collection of the most beautiful picture postcards you can find and look at the often throughout the day :)
See, now don't you understand why we love cycle touring so much?!?!
Thursday, October 02, 2008
Pictures
We're having a terrible time tyring to upload pictures here in Karakol so there are only a few...hopefully we'll have a lot more for you from Naryn, where we plan to arrive on October 11th.
Chris & Jodie
Chris & Jodie
Canadian Moma, Kyrgyz Moma!
Our first night away from Bishkek we were both very tired and really ready to find somewhere to camp for the night. We decided to look around the houses in Kemin and hopefully find a safe spot to set up out tent.
The first two attempts to ask about our tent failed miserably - maybe they didn't understand, maybe they just thought that there was no where for us to camp, we weren't really sure... so we headed back towards the highway. A man on the side of the road said 'Hello' - we immediately jumped on this opprotuntity, asking and half signing to find out where we could camp. "No No. Come to my family house, my mother, my father, my grandmother, my grandfather all there!"
Once we were introduced, we were given soap and water to wash our hands and were shooed into the kitchen where his mother began madly preparing food. Emil got his sisters notes out from an English course she had taken and we flipped through the pages having great conversations! Emil's family didn't speak english, but between him and his friend and a lot of sign language we were able to communicate and have fun.
The family seems quite well off. The mother is a doctor and is running for 'parliment' in the area. The grandparents used to be teachers and his sister is working in Moscow in business (she speaks 5 languages!). Emil works for the government in Bishkek and is just home for the weekends.
I thought my mom was bad for making way too much food and for making people eat much more than their fill - she's got nothin on these guys!!! Tomato salad, soup, bread, jam, cookies, tea, chocolate, MORE, MORE MORE! You would barely take a break and they would be filling your cup or placing more food in front of you! It was all very good and much of it was homegrown. The father actually made the soup and seems to be the one at home looking after the animals and all of the gardening. It was very cute sitting around the dinner table having the parents trying to speak english; pointing at different things around the table and repeating after us, always laughing...
We were not allowed to help clean up but were sent outside for a tour of the place with Emil and his friend. They live on a small property and it is simple but provides a lot. They have a small herd of sheep, chickens, apple trees, apricot trees, strawberries, potatoes, onions, tomatos, and pears. They have just an outhouse, and then a bathhouse/sauna that is seperate from the house. The kitchen and eating area is also seperate from the house. Our bikes were tucked away for the night and locked in a another little shed. Oh, and mom, there are beautiful flowers planted everywhere!
They have a big stove / fireplace that they use to hear water and to cure their sheep in. They were so kind as to start the fire and give us plenty of hot water for a 'shower.' It felt SO good - it was the first warm wash since Canada! It was quite the bonding experience, Christine and I washing in this little room with dippers and pots of hot water. She couldn't even stand up in there!
Tired and ready for bed, we went into the house and set up our beds in the guest room. Emil and his grandmother came in for some more visiting. She is so cute - ooing about where we are going and what we are doing. Wanting to chat, she kept inviting us back again (translated through Emil), and then giggled as she taught us how to count in Kyrgyz.
We also met the grandfather earlier. He is not as mobile as the grandmother so he stays in a room and they tend to him. It is great to see how well both of them are looked after by the family instead of just being stuffed in a home and forgotten.
Emil is very smart and so keen to improve his english that he got out his notebook and got us to translate as he wrote down words that he wanted to remember. He also brought out his photoalbum to show us pictures of his friends and family.
Ok, now it must be time for bed - NO, back to the kitchen!! The mom (our Kyrgyz moma as she called herself laughing) had cleaned up from dinner and started preparing Kyrgyzstans' national food 'Mante' for a snack. Mante are dumplings with a spicy meat filling and are of course served with more tea! We ate what was on our plates and when we declined more, it was ONE MORE! We were so full! These normally do not sit well with me and tonight was no exception. So it was two Pepto Bismo pills, a few trips to the outhouse :) , more visiting and at last sleep.
What a wonderful cultural experiance! Exhausting, but wow, they were such incredible hosts! It is hard to describe how it feels to be taken into a warm home when you are so far away from anything familiar and be treated like family....
-Jodie
The first two attempts to ask about our tent failed miserably - maybe they didn't understand, maybe they just thought that there was no where for us to camp, we weren't really sure... so we headed back towards the highway. A man on the side of the road said 'Hello' - we immediately jumped on this opprotuntity, asking and half signing to find out where we could camp. "No No. Come to my family house, my mother, my father, my grandmother, my grandfather all there!"
Once we were introduced, we were given soap and water to wash our hands and were shooed into the kitchen where his mother began madly preparing food. Emil got his sisters notes out from an English course she had taken and we flipped through the pages having great conversations! Emil's family didn't speak english, but between him and his friend and a lot of sign language we were able to communicate and have fun.
The family seems quite well off. The mother is a doctor and is running for 'parliment' in the area. The grandparents used to be teachers and his sister is working in Moscow in business (she speaks 5 languages!). Emil works for the government in Bishkek and is just home for the weekends.
I thought my mom was bad for making way too much food and for making people eat much more than their fill - she's got nothin on these guys!!! Tomato salad, soup, bread, jam, cookies, tea, chocolate, MORE, MORE MORE! You would barely take a break and they would be filling your cup or placing more food in front of you! It was all very good and much of it was homegrown. The father actually made the soup and seems to be the one at home looking after the animals and all of the gardening. It was very cute sitting around the dinner table having the parents trying to speak english; pointing at different things around the table and repeating after us, always laughing...
We were not allowed to help clean up but were sent outside for a tour of the place with Emil and his friend. They live on a small property and it is simple but provides a lot. They have a small herd of sheep, chickens, apple trees, apricot trees, strawberries, potatoes, onions, tomatos, and pears. They have just an outhouse, and then a bathhouse/sauna that is seperate from the house. The kitchen and eating area is also seperate from the house. Our bikes were tucked away for the night and locked in a another little shed. Oh, and mom, there are beautiful flowers planted everywhere!
They have a big stove / fireplace that they use to hear water and to cure their sheep in. They were so kind as to start the fire and give us plenty of hot water for a 'shower.' It felt SO good - it was the first warm wash since Canada! It was quite the bonding experience, Christine and I washing in this little room with dippers and pots of hot water. She couldn't even stand up in there!
Tired and ready for bed, we went into the house and set up our beds in the guest room. Emil and his grandmother came in for some more visiting. She is so cute - ooing about where we are going and what we are doing. Wanting to chat, she kept inviting us back again (translated through Emil), and then giggled as she taught us how to count in Kyrgyz.
We also met the grandfather earlier. He is not as mobile as the grandmother so he stays in a room and they tend to him. It is great to see how well both of them are looked after by the family instead of just being stuffed in a home and forgotten.
Emil is very smart and so keen to improve his english that he got out his notebook and got us to translate as he wrote down words that he wanted to remember. He also brought out his photoalbum to show us pictures of his friends and family.
Ok, now it must be time for bed - NO, back to the kitchen!! The mom (our Kyrgyz moma as she called herself laughing) had cleaned up from dinner and started preparing Kyrgyzstans' national food 'Mante' for a snack. Mante are dumplings with a spicy meat filling and are of course served with more tea! We ate what was on our plates and when we declined more, it was ONE MORE! We were so full! These normally do not sit well with me and tonight was no exception. So it was two Pepto Bismo pills, a few trips to the outhouse :) , more visiting and at last sleep.
What a wonderful cultural experiance! Exhausting, but wow, they were such incredible hosts! It is hard to describe how it feels to be taken into a warm home when you are so far away from anything familiar and be treated like family....
-Jodie
"Christina, I LavYou"
Words you don't care to hear outside your tent door at midnight...
We thought we had chosen a nice hidden campsite, far from the highway and a ways between villages. It turned out that the nice little foot path that we followed to find our little spot was a well-travelled route between villages and so several people passed by as we sat outside our tent and had dinner. Everyone was all smiles, though and gave us the thumbs up when we gestured as if to ask if it were ok that we camp there.
While we ate, a man came to join us for a few minutes and although he seemed strange (simple, shall we say...), he was nice enough and asked our names and where we were from. And then he went on his way...
Or so we thought. As we settled into our sleeping bags for the night and turned off our headlamps, we heard footsteps approach and then stop right outside the tent. Our 'friend' was back. We heard, "Christina, Jodie" and so unzipped our tent to tell him that we were sleeping and didn't want to visit. He pretty much tried to crawl right in and we had to more or less shoo him away so that we could rest.
Or so we thought. An hour later, he was back, this time standing right outside my tent door saying over and over, "Christina, I lav you!" I'm pretty sure these were the only english words he knew and I'm sure that he would have been coo-ing Jodie's name too if only Russian speakers didn't have such a hard time remembering it!
We frantically flipped through our phrasebook, looking for the words "stop" and "go away" and repeated them over and over to him (he was being pretty persistent). We knew that this man was harmless and just didn't understand that we wanted our privacy and in the daylight, such an encounter wouldn't have been a big deal at all. But oh how things change when the lights are out... When he finally left, we both laid wide awake and alert, trying to disern between noises in the wind and human noise.
Finally, we both had to pee and so opened the tent...and there he was, perched up on a small hill looking down at us. "Christina, I lav you". I'll be forever grateful to Jodie for being the brave one that night, standing up outside in her down jacket (extra intimidation) and yelling at him to "go home".
At last he finally did and after an hour or so more of straining our ears against the flapping of the tent and a final look outside to see that we were alone, we fell asleep.
It was an uncomfortable night and a good example of the different levels of privacy that we expect at home and that we get when we're travelling. From now on, though, I prefer to meet my crazy people during the day :)
We thought we had chosen a nice hidden campsite, far from the highway and a ways between villages. It turned out that the nice little foot path that we followed to find our little spot was a well-travelled route between villages and so several people passed by as we sat outside our tent and had dinner. Everyone was all smiles, though and gave us the thumbs up when we gestured as if to ask if it were ok that we camp there.
While we ate, a man came to join us for a few minutes and although he seemed strange (simple, shall we say...), he was nice enough and asked our names and where we were from. And then he went on his way...
Or so we thought. As we settled into our sleeping bags for the night and turned off our headlamps, we heard footsteps approach and then stop right outside the tent. Our 'friend' was back. We heard, "Christina, Jodie" and so unzipped our tent to tell him that we were sleeping and didn't want to visit. He pretty much tried to crawl right in and we had to more or less shoo him away so that we could rest.
Or so we thought. An hour later, he was back, this time standing right outside my tent door saying over and over, "Christina, I lav you!" I'm pretty sure these were the only english words he knew and I'm sure that he would have been coo-ing Jodie's name too if only Russian speakers didn't have such a hard time remembering it!
We frantically flipped through our phrasebook, looking for the words "stop" and "go away" and repeated them over and over to him (he was being pretty persistent). We knew that this man was harmless and just didn't understand that we wanted our privacy and in the daylight, such an encounter wouldn't have been a big deal at all. But oh how things change when the lights are out... When he finally left, we both laid wide awake and alert, trying to disern between noises in the wind and human noise.
Finally, we both had to pee and so opened the tent...and there he was, perched up on a small hill looking down at us. "Christina, I lav you". I'll be forever grateful to Jodie for being the brave one that night, standing up outside in her down jacket (extra intimidation) and yelling at him to "go home".
At last he finally did and after an hour or so more of straining our ears against the flapping of the tent and a final look outside to see that we were alone, we fell asleep.
It was an uncomfortable night and a good example of the different levels of privacy that we expect at home and that we get when we're travelling. From now on, though, I prefer to meet my crazy people during the day :)
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Our personal security guards: Abdul Karim and Azamat Ali
It was nearing 5:00, two hours before dark and the time that we normally like to start looking for a place to camp for the night. We were on a long stretch between villages and saw what looked like a promising spot hidden in the trees on the shore of Issik Kul lake. As we scoped out our potential site from the highway, we were waved over by a Abdul Karim.
I'm going to be very honest here, even if I don't like to admit this about myself, but if we were to judge a book by it's cover, this would have been a man who made us want to turn and run. Decked oun in camouflage, dark skinned and with a sgraggly beard, he's just the kind of man that we are taught to fear in western media.... We warily followed him into the compound where he was the head security guard, each of us thinking the same thing: that we'd give him a chance, but that we would be assertive and leave if anything at all made us uncomfortable about the situation.
He lead us down to the lakeshore where there was a beautiful camping spot right on the beach. He told us that we were welcome to camp there and offered us a radio so that we could communicate with him and the other two security guards if we had any problems through the night. Then he disappeared and left us to set up camp. We enjoyed a great dinner while the sun set over Lake Issik Kul and just as we were finishing up, Abdul Karim came back with his fellow security guard Azamat Ali and his huge guard dog, Tarzan. Azamat Ali was very excited for us to take pictures of him and his dog on the lake-shore, which we promised to share by email.
We offered to share some food with them, but they declined since September is Ramadan and as muslims, they were not allowed to eat between 4am and 7pm for the month. We had a brief converstation about religion in our respective countries and Abdul-Karim told us that most security guards in Kyrgyzstan are muslim because they are know for their honesty and for not stealing or harming people. He explained that there were many different religions in Kyrgyzstan and that they all got along well with one another and was happy to hear that the same was true in Canada.
At 8:00pm, just as we were ready to retire to the tent for our nightly knitting and reading (such an exciting life on the bikes, I know!), the two of them were back, this time with a third security guard in tow. We pulled out our sleeping pads so there was sitting room for everyone. Abdul Karim had a loaf of bread and a jar of milk mixed with oil for dunking it in and we all shared it together, and then we shared a bar of chocolate with them, all the while talking about our trip and our country and asking them about theirs, with the help of our phrase book, our picture book and very limited english and kyrgyz. It was a great evening of sharing and we went to sleep that night feeling extremely secure under the watchful eye of our three personal security guards!
Christine
I'm going to be very honest here, even if I don't like to admit this about myself, but if we were to judge a book by it's cover, this would have been a man who made us want to turn and run. Decked oun in camouflage, dark skinned and with a sgraggly beard, he's just the kind of man that we are taught to fear in western media.... We warily followed him into the compound where he was the head security guard, each of us thinking the same thing: that we'd give him a chance, but that we would be assertive and leave if anything at all made us uncomfortable about the situation.
He lead us down to the lakeshore where there was a beautiful camping spot right on the beach. He told us that we were welcome to camp there and offered us a radio so that we could communicate with him and the other two security guards if we had any problems through the night. Then he disappeared and left us to set up camp. We enjoyed a great dinner while the sun set over Lake Issik Kul and just as we were finishing up, Abdul Karim came back with his fellow security guard Azamat Ali and his huge guard dog, Tarzan. Azamat Ali was very excited for us to take pictures of him and his dog on the lake-shore, which we promised to share by email.
We offered to share some food with them, but they declined since September is Ramadan and as muslims, they were not allowed to eat between 4am and 7pm for the month. We had a brief converstation about religion in our respective countries and Abdul-Karim told us that most security guards in Kyrgyzstan are muslim because they are know for their honesty and for not stealing or harming people. He explained that there were many different religions in Kyrgyzstan and that they all got along well with one another and was happy to hear that the same was true in Canada.
At 8:00pm, just as we were ready to retire to the tent for our nightly knitting and reading (such an exciting life on the bikes, I know!), the two of them were back, this time with a third security guard in tow. We pulled out our sleeping pads so there was sitting room for everyone. Abdul Karim had a loaf of bread and a jar of milk mixed with oil for dunking it in and we all shared it together, and then we shared a bar of chocolate with them, all the while talking about our trip and our country and asking them about theirs, with the help of our phrase book, our picture book and very limited english and kyrgyz. It was a great evening of sharing and we went to sleep that night feeling extremely secure under the watchful eye of our three personal security guards!
Christine
Issik Kul
Issik Kul is like the Saskatchewan of Kyrgyzstan. In a country that is over 90% mountainous, the shores of this huge lake are the flatlands. Fortunately for the cyclist (for whom flat often equates to boring), this is also the most fertile region and thus the most heavily populated and so a great place to take in some Kyrgyz culture....
In each of the small town and villages that we passed through on the highway between Bishkek and Karakol, small children came running to the roadside to wave and hollar, "hello!" and sometimes "how are you?" as we rode by. The adults were more reserved; some waved and said hello, others would wait until we initiated some sort of interaction, be it a wave or a nod, and then smiled broadly as they returned the greeting. Many people called out, "asgooda?", meaning, "where are you from?" as we pedalled past. A few stopped to chat when we took breaks or stopped at a small shop; all were eager to know where we were from, how far we had ridden and where we were headed. These converstations all took place through an exciting combination of rough english, kyrgyz and sign language and even when they were brief, were beautiful little cultural exchanges. A strange thing that we've noticed is that everyone we meet wants to give us their address and phone number and wants ours in return, even when we cannot speak the same language!
The highway so far has been paved, but 'pavement' means different things in different places and it hasn't always been the smooth black top that is so easy to cruise along. I tried to think of the best way to describe it as we rode along, and this is all I came up with.... You know that trick that you do for little kids, putting a finger horizontally between your lips and wagging it up and down while trying to speak so that the words come out all garbled?! Well, that's what some Kyrgyz asphalt feels like!!
The highways here are shared by belching soviet transport trucks, shiny new BMWs and Mercedes, childern on bicycles far too big for them, terminally ill Ladas and donkey-and horse-drawn carts. Herds of sheep, horses and cows cross frequently, driven by herders on horseback. The contrasts are incredible. One day we even saw a young man steering an old wooden horse drawn cart pull his horse to a halt so that he could answer his cell phone! Acutally, it seems like we're the only people in this entire country without cell phones, which really puzzles the locals who are constanly asking for our number or for us to call them.
The typical rural home here is made of cement or mudbricks, but finished on the outside and painted white, almost always with blue trim (we've seen one house with pink trim, otherwise all blue!) around the windows. The nicer homes are more ornate around the windows, with fancy shutters or glittery mirrors as decoration. The apexes are often done in wood and is the most aesthetic part of the home. There is usually a small door leading to a balcony and the wood is usually quite decorative. Each home has several small out-buildings (kitchens, tool sheds, etc.) and is surrounded by a fence which also includes a courtyard where most of the day's work and chores take place: this time of year, there is corn drying, potatoes and apples waiting to be taken to the market, laundry hanging, hay piled up for the winter, childen playing, etc. Apples and pears are both in peak season right now and there are buckets-full of each outside just about every home. We've been indulging in these often and they're delicious!!
Every day, we ride past a million and one incredible photo opportunities of people going about their daily business, but we try to be discreet and take photos only when appropriate. I hope that our picures will help to fill in any gaps and do better justice to this wonderful place than I can with words....
Christine
In each of the small town and villages that we passed through on the highway between Bishkek and Karakol, small children came running to the roadside to wave and hollar, "hello!" and sometimes "how are you?" as we rode by. The adults were more reserved; some waved and said hello, others would wait until we initiated some sort of interaction, be it a wave or a nod, and then smiled broadly as they returned the greeting. Many people called out, "asgooda?", meaning, "where are you from?" as we pedalled past. A few stopped to chat when we took breaks or stopped at a small shop; all were eager to know where we were from, how far we had ridden and where we were headed. These converstations all took place through an exciting combination of rough english, kyrgyz and sign language and even when they were brief, were beautiful little cultural exchanges. A strange thing that we've noticed is that everyone we meet wants to give us their address and phone number and wants ours in return, even when we cannot speak the same language!
The highway so far has been paved, but 'pavement' means different things in different places and it hasn't always been the smooth black top that is so easy to cruise along. I tried to think of the best way to describe it as we rode along, and this is all I came up with.... You know that trick that you do for little kids, putting a finger horizontally between your lips and wagging it up and down while trying to speak so that the words come out all garbled?! Well, that's what some Kyrgyz asphalt feels like!!
The highways here are shared by belching soviet transport trucks, shiny new BMWs and Mercedes, childern on bicycles far too big for them, terminally ill Ladas and donkey-and horse-drawn carts. Herds of sheep, horses and cows cross frequently, driven by herders on horseback. The contrasts are incredible. One day we even saw a young man steering an old wooden horse drawn cart pull his horse to a halt so that he could answer his cell phone! Acutally, it seems like we're the only people in this entire country without cell phones, which really puzzles the locals who are constanly asking for our number or for us to call them.
The typical rural home here is made of cement or mudbricks, but finished on the outside and painted white, almost always with blue trim (we've seen one house with pink trim, otherwise all blue!) around the windows. The nicer homes are more ornate around the windows, with fancy shutters or glittery mirrors as decoration. The apexes are often done in wood and is the most aesthetic part of the home. There is usually a small door leading to a balcony and the wood is usually quite decorative. Each home has several small out-buildings (kitchens, tool sheds, etc.) and is surrounded by a fence which also includes a courtyard where most of the day's work and chores take place: this time of year, there is corn drying, potatoes and apples waiting to be taken to the market, laundry hanging, hay piled up for the winter, childen playing, etc. Apples and pears are both in peak season right now and there are buckets-full of each outside just about every home. We've been indulging in these often and they're delicious!!
Every day, we ride past a million and one incredible photo opportunities of people going about their daily business, but we try to be discreet and take photos only when appropriate. I hope that our picures will help to fill in any gaps and do better justice to this wonderful place than I can with words....
Christine
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