The bazaar at Karakol where you can buy everything you might ever want. Apart from the thing we needed.
Huddled ’round the fire to keep warm
A very pretty valley we camped in
Repair works to the road prevented further progress. At about midnight we saw these guys heading back to town and traffic from the other side started to pass by.
Mountains, mountains, mountains. If you like mountains, then come to Kyrgyzstan!
The potato harvest was in full flow. An extremely photogenic activity but this was best I could do I’m afraid.
Ominous mountains lurk in the mist
The Symphony Hall (I think!) at Kyrgyzstan’s capital, Bishkek
A herdsman on horseback.
It should be noted that Clare took this!
The last light as the sun disappears behind a mountain. From here it gets cold!
We’ve passed many, many graveyards like this through Central Asia. As we’ve travelled further and further south they’ve become more and more rudimentary.
We see lots and lots of these chaps. Shepards are constanly moving their flocks here and there, quite often on the main roads.
The last of the Sun is a prizewinning photo!
Logs have been delivered!