It was a short night.
Kyrgyz youth are just as loud as French youth, and the noise is the same: boom, boom, boom...
Grandma must still be asleep—it’s her daughter who serves us breakfast with her very young child in tow.
Still no culinary wonders on the table...
The baby seems well-loved, and they won’t lack company on the school benches.
After the landscapes, it’s the youth of this country that strikes travelers!
Strollers everywhere, kids playing everywhere, pregnant young women everywhere.
What a contrast with aging France!
We’re now packing up and discover, puzzled, that the front right tire seems quite flat.
A compressor comes with the car, so we pump up the Sailun and check the others.
Something to keep an eye on!
Before leaving town, we make a small detour to the bakery we spotted the day before.
Finally, fresh bread straight from the oven.

Can’t wait for lunchtime—it smells divine!
We’re now in the middle of roadworks, crawling painfully toward Karakol.
A beautifully situated cemetery soon catches my eye, and we don’t miss the chance to take the track leading to it.
The graves face away from the mountain—too bad Mecca isn’t in that direction.
The dead are buried directly in the earth, with mounds marking the graves.
The wealthier ones surround their final resting place with either a yurt or a mausoleum. A photograph, a name, wood, marble—sometimes nothing at all, anonymity for eternity.

Our next stop is cheerier: a beach by the lake.
It’s not exactly peak season—just a few fishermen livening up the place.
The beach isn’t very clean, but what a backdrop!


No big hotels in this area—just small, more or less chic bungalows.
Too bad the road is often right behind them...
Something to double-check if you want to stay by the water!
The entrance to Skazka Canyon is just a few minutes from the lake.
A barrier blocks free car access to the site, so you’ll have to part with a few soms to avoid a long walk under the scorching sun.





Unlike yesterday, there are people here. Well, by Kyrgyzstan standards...
Three or four tourist minibuses, about ten private cars.
I think this is where we’ll see the most crowds—this excursion is on every itinerary!
The site is quite large, so the walk doesn’t feel crowded.