Flashback to April... This is the first building we see on arrival to country. The architecture is typical of the Soviet era, and common throughout Bishkek. Some people call it an eyesore. I like it. There's something aesthetically pleasing about an unexpected reality. Like scars. Birthmarks. Broken statues. Things that demonstrate survival. It's striking to see the diversity of buildings downtown. On a single street there will be a wooden hovel that wouldn't look out of place on a rural lane, beside a crumbling Soviet structure, beside a sleek new grocery store, beside European-style cafe. The people too reflect this diversity... but I'll leave the rambling for another post ;) Enjoy some pictures!
Friends walking to the magazin / dukun / little shop on the corner.
And then they set the stage on fire. You think I am joking.
A village street. Don't feed the dogs.
A city street. Don't feed the camels.
My family.
Hot springs! The water smelled like eggs.
At the hot springs, there is a tree where people tie strips of cloth (or candy wrappers) to the branches and make a wish.
My kids.
Braided sheep intestines. More on this later.
I like that they literally set the stage on fire! :)
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