Ieri due disastri hanno cambiato completamente il nostro piano di viaggio. Di uno parlerò nel prossimo post, l’altro è la notizia che la frontiera di Karkara è chiusa per problemi di sicurezza in Kyrgyzstan e questo significa che non potremo chiudere l’anello a sud ritornando a Bishkek attraverso il Kyrgyzstan, ma soprattutto means that we will return to Almaty on the same road on which we rode the first leg. But this time the taxi ride, even for reasons of urgency.
then return to review the Silk Road, passing fast, some towns and villages that we were very impressed the first leg for the human variety that live in them.
Issik is the prototype of these countries: a place that has nothing special, but where the presence and the mixing of races is extraordinary. Mongols, Chinese, Azeri, Kyrgyz, Caucasians, but also faces the Balkans: Greeks, like the bartender did not want to be paid for breakfast and greeted us with tears in her eyes - who knows why.
In this fascinating human soup stand out the Russians. Complexion and blue eyes, tall, blond, seem totally out of place here, surrounded by stocky Mongolian wrestlers turkish-minute or cinesine. Wander through the bazaar with the air of Scandinavian tourists missing, the victim of a dishonest tour operators who abandoned them. But of course I'm not here by chance, are the children of children of Russian business here at the time of the Soviets to break the unity of ethnic territories too far from Moscow to be appropriately controlled.
In Kazakhstan, however, the integration works and Issik, with its peaceful ethnic-cultural-religious mix seems to be the navel of the world, the permanent center of gravity, a song di Battiato.
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