Central Asia 2008: Kyrgyzstan
Due to a lack of public transport I arrive in Karakol on the back of a vegetable truck late in the night coming from Kazakhstan. In 2003, I arrived at night as well and I found it a rough place where I tried to get off the street as quickly as possible so I ask the driver to drop me at Vladimir’s hostel. He doesn’t know the town and after some fruitless search just tells me that this is the place I am looking for. I know it’s not and find myself alone at night in Karakol without having any clue where I am. I am scared. One house still has light and I just knock on the door. “Hello, I am a stupid foreigner and I have no clue where I am, could you please help me and tell me how to get to Vladimir’s place?” The hostel is not far. […]
