B - reporting
We had asked for breakfast at 7am, as Fatima had to be at school by 8. What would the exciting local breakfast be...egg and chips!
We headed out to explore, stopping gobsmacked at the first sight of the enormous snowy mountains, hidden yesterday behind clouds. We walked past ducks dabbling in a stream beside the road into the centre of town, then towards a small waterfall, then to a panoramic view of the walnut forest which turned into a long walk round the village, nowhere near the walnuts.
The village seems very prosperous, though all the roads are dirt. Most houses are concealed behind whitewashed walls, over which fruit trees hang, and brightly coloured flowers peep out of the gates. We passed many patient donkeys, a few outraged chickens and hundreds of schoolchildren, all of whom shouted 'hello' 'how are you' 'what is your name' 'bye bye' without wating for any reply.
After a chai and more 'what is your name's' in the village, we asked the way to the panorama (we had taken the wrong turn at the waterfall) and found our first wild walnut!
After inadvertently purchasing a kilo of apple jerky (it is the size of a carpet) we headed for Osh. It was a slow journey, due to goats, sheep, cows and crazy drivers.
We booked into the Taj Mahal hotel where the secure parking was literally in the hotel courtyard. The landlady moved a few tables and their occupants, G drove through, the tables were replaced and normal drinking resumed.
We had asked for breakfast at 7am, as Fatima had to be at school by 8. What would the exciting local breakfast be...egg and chips!
We headed out to explore, stopping gobsmacked at the first sight of the enormous snowy mountains, hidden yesterday behind clouds. We walked past ducks dabbling in a stream beside the road into the centre of town, then towards a small waterfall, then to a panoramic view of the walnut forest which turned into a long walk round the village, nowhere near the walnuts.
The village seems very prosperous, though all the roads are dirt. Most houses are concealed behind whitewashed walls, over which fruit trees hang, and brightly coloured flowers peep out of the gates. We passed many patient donkeys, a few outraged chickens and hundreds of schoolchildren, all of whom shouted 'hello' 'how are you' 'what is your name' 'bye bye' without wating for any reply.
After a chai and more 'what is your name's' in the village, we asked the way to the panorama (we had taken the wrong turn at the waterfall) and found our first wild walnut!
After inadvertently purchasing a kilo of apple jerky (it is the size of a carpet) we headed for Osh. It was a slow journey, due to goats, sheep, cows and crazy drivers.
We booked into the Taj Mahal hotel where the secure parking was literally in the hotel courtyard. The landlady moved a few tables and their occupants, G drove through, the tables were replaced and normal drinking resumed.
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| View from out front of the homestay |
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| Rural Arselan Bob |
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| Looking down the valley |
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| end of a long day in an almost tiki bar! |
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