Horse Trek to Song Kol Day II
It was a beautiful and peaceful morning in the Tien Shan mountains of Kyrgyzstan.
Last night I had watched all the sheep get herded into the pen. Now they had been released again apart from one little brown sheep who had been tied to a fencepost and was bleating and bleating a terrified and haunting bleat. Did it just hate being away from the other sheep or did it suspect that something dreadful was going to happen to it? Did it know about death? It was sad but then I very much enjoyed my dinner the night before! This is the traditional way of life... and death.
There's me on my horse.
This dog followed us the whole way. There's Ruth behind me and look how far back Hannah was when Bayrambek didn't tow her with a rope!
Ruth enjoying the horse trek; clearly over her bad horse memories now.
Kyrgyzstan feels surprisingly expansive for what looks like such a small and insignificant country on the world atlas.
It was cold. There were a few yurts in the Moomin Valley-style valley where we were staying. We met some other tourists who were staying in one of the other yurts. They were very friendly and came into our yurt for some bread and jam and cream and a cup of tea. They were called Simon and Amy and were really nice and told us lots of crazy travel stories.
Rain was round about and there was snow on the distant peaks. We spent some time just looking around at the beauty of Song Kol.
Our host and his boy milk a cow. I helped them take a small calf to the cow to drink a bit of milk to get it started then I led the calf away and tied it up so that they could milk the cow.
There were many many stars that night.