I always have these ideas of grandeur about updating my
blog. And then I’m in London and told I can ride the train for as many times
as I want and well even the best laid plans… But now I’m back in the trainless, treeless land, so yay!
Stop #1: Bishkek, Kyrgyzstan or more commonly known as the
country that doesn’t exist
I was stuck in Bishkek for about three days—three perfect,
beautiful days. I’d say it was the sunshine, stunning nature, and lack of work
but let’s be honest—there were a lot of marines there. And I mean a lot.
Checking into the Bishkek airport was kind of how I imagine checking
into prison would be. But with more metal detectors. And Asians that speak
Russian and are most likely part of the mafia. And random backwards scans. That
stopped me every time. Because of a compass. Kyrgyzstan did not understand.
Finally, they convinced themselves it was some fancy type of watch—or at least
that is what I assume happened—and let me through.
Another fun fact? Ok! Lines are lame—everyone push their way
to the front. Also if traveling with a puppy feel free to let it run amuck. And
please hand all screaming babies to complete strangers.
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