Kazakhstan Journal Entries

Rush hourFrom the Silk Road cities of Uzbekistan, we entered the steppe or flat, dry grasslands of Kazakhstan.

At first it looked desolate, but the cities were a different matter. They were filled with signs of affluence: nice cars, air conditioned shopping malls, chic cafes. Sometimes we wondered if we hadn’t somehow been transported back to Europe!

The riding wasn’t so interesting in the cities though. We much preferred the small villages, especially those nestled in the mountains close to the Chinese border.

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