Almaty

In the midst of our magical escapades, our journey led us from the tranquil embrace of an Airbnb in Bishkek to the vibrant landscapes of Almaty. On a whimsical ride aboard a proper bus (yes, not the usual mashrutka!), accompanied by the delightful spirits of River and Jefrys, our hearts brimmed with anticipation for the unknown adventures awaiting us.

Our arrival in Almaty greeted us with the soft glow of the afternoon sun, casting an ethereal aura over the city. A swift Yandex ride guided us to our hostel, whereupon entering, we set forth to discover the soul of this new, modern city, also known as the father of apples and nourish our wandering spirits with an evening feast.

Ah, the flavors of lagman danced upon our palates, a feast fit for wayfaring souls! But the true magic ensued as the night unfolded, guiding our steps to a chechil pub, where the air resonated with live melodies and the concoction of cocktails beckoned us at a mere €2.80 each!

The starry-eyed Kazakh locals, with their infectious energy, drew us into their dancing reverie. A male singer serenaded us with Shakira's hits, an unexpected delight that lit the night with joy. The dance floor beckoned, and oh, the allure! The locals' warmth embraced us, inviting us into their circles, fostering an atmosphere of unity and joy.

As dawn kissed the horizon, we welcomed a new day with the promise of exploration. However, fate had a whimsical twist in store for us. Despite our eagerness, a peculiar malaise clouded our spirits, dampening our vitality. Perhaps the spirits of Almaty were too potent for our mortal vessels, or destiny had other plans in the grand tapestry of our adventure.

Undeterred, we ventured forth, albeit with subdued steps, strolling through the city's picturesque streets. The sun's gentle caress failed to dispel the lingering discomfort that clung to us like a persistent enchantment.

The following morn, destiny unfolded its script, revealing its hand with a mischievous twist. While Sina, valiant soul, succumbed to the mysterious ailment, Julia, undaunted, embarked on a solitary tour. A bus journey of wonder awaited, unveiling the breathtaking marvels surrounding Almaty.

The ethereal Charyn Canyon, reminiscent of the grandeur of the American landscapes, captured Julia's gaze. The yellow and black canyons, each with its unique hue, whispered tales of geological wonders. Yet, it was the exquisite Kolsay Lake, nestled amidst snow-cloaked mountains near the Kyrgyz border, that enchanted her. Its pine-guarded shores cast a spell, painting a winter wonderland of unparalleled beauty.

But alas, destiny's capricious hand struck again, as Julia too fell under the mysterious ailment's spell, leaving both wanderers to seek solace within the comforting walls of their hostel, consumed by the need for respite.

On the last day in Almaty, blessed with newfound vigor, albeit still tender, we bask in the sanctuary of recovery. As the sun sets on our fleeting encounter with Almaty, we bid adieu to its mystical allure, for our adventure beckons us to new realms.

Dear reader, join us as we embark on the next chapter of our odyssey, bidding farewell to Almaty and soaring towards the radiant land of South Korea, where new enchantments await to unfurl before our eyes.

Until our quills meet again, may your adventures be as whimsical and enchanting as the pages of a fairytale.