In Bishkek they told us, there is no point in going to Issyk-Kul at this time of the year. It is already long past the peak season. There is nothing there...
A loud noise wakes us up. Someone bangs mercilessly in the rear door of our camper. Andrzej grabs pepper spray. Terrified, I carefully look outside. It is...
On a hill covered by a green carpet of grassland, stand white walls of the Orthodox cathedral. Metallic sounds of a melody played by the bells escape from...
Metallic sounds of trombones and a rhythmic beat of drums. Loud cries in a foreign language. White and green wigs and jerseys in the same colours. The...