Kazakhstan Two

(Journal below is in the direct Google Translation from the Chinese version.)

Get up at 4:45 in the morning, then got on the car, and targeted the old capital of Kazakhstan-Almaty. As a result, I saw the sunrise (covering my face) for the first time in this car on this trip.

The customs clearance from Kyrgyzstan to Kazakhstan was relatively smooth this time. We held the electronic sign of Kyrgyzstan and the transit sign of Kazakhstan and were quickly released. After arriving in Almaty, the city was more congested because of the subway, and finally we stayed at the Silk Way hotel with the same name as our bike.

When we rested at the hotel, we designed the next itinerary: after lunch, we first went to the car shop to repair the blue bicycle with the spokes, and then we toured in the city (the specific city travel will be sorted out after time. Published). The city as a whole feels cool. It is the cultural center of Kazakhstan. Not only does it have the largest and most beautiful central mosque in Kazakhstan, but also many young people play skateboarding and self-balancing cars on the streets of the city. The city is not too hot, and the vehicles are courteous to pedestrians, giving us a very comfortable feeling.

Then in a cafe, we made an appointment with the reporter of The Village Electronic Magazine in Almaty to interview and report on this event. After that, we also bought a spray in the pharmacy to relieve muscle cramps next time.

In the last big city on the Silk Road, Almaty, we are only four days away from returning to China.

(Journal below is in the direct Google Translation from the Chinese version.)

In the morning, I went to Almaty to find postcards for my friends to write postcards. I also met a Xinjiang person who helped me guide me. Thank you very much.

After writing the postcards, we set off from Almaty. The 40-kilometer road was very busy at the beginning, and then it was like an ordinary country road with fewer vehicles. In the evening, the sunset outlines the mountains, and we arrived at Karaturk, the destination of the trip, when it was almost dark.

Looking at a tent with lights on, we asked a middle-aged man next to him whether there was a hotel in the village. As a result, he said directly that we can eat in this tent and sleep in a hood next to it. So we went into the tent and ordered the kebab of grilled chicken and duck. The first to be served is fermented mare's milk, which actually tastes similar to yoghurt, only slightly thinner.

After eating, I chatted with a local. He told Khorgos that there was a newly built road, which had not been equipped with a navigation system. The road conditions were particularly good. The two-way four-lane road had almost no climbing. Goss, the only drawback is that he will not pass through any villages halfway, and there will be no chance of supply and lunch.

Kesava and I thought about it. It was quick and convenient to take this route. You can prepare more water and dry food when you get up in the morning, and if the distance is really only 170 kilometers, maybe I can return to China tomorrow. Thinking of this, my heart gradually became excited, and my long-awaited motherland was only a few steps away.

In the tent at night, there are many insects crawling and flying. I slept on a blanket and looked at the top of the tent. It was a beautiful and beautiful starry sky outside. I closed my eyes and dreamed of a hometown like a Silk Road traveler for thousands of years.

(Journal below is in the direct Google Translation from the Chinese version.)

Get up early in the morning, it's past 10 o'clock (cover your face). We went to a store and prepared dry food and water. It happened that an old grandpa invited us to have breakfast. So after we solved it, we started to ride. After we got on the road, there were not many vehicles and people were very scarce.

When the water was not enough at 12 noon, we waved empty water bottles. Some cars saw us listening and handed us bottles filled with water. After the supply, we continued on the road, and as a result, the temperature began to rise from 45 degrees at 12:30. After riding at noon, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and there is no tree on both sides of the road, which is an endless desert. My teammate wanted to find a place to rest, but I never saw any houses, just next to a small haystack, resting in the grass shade less than 30cm long. I also stopped a few cars to get more room temperature mineral water, took some food and nutrients, and added energy and electrolytes to my teammate Kesava.

After running through the bicycle and his resting place a few times, my own head started to feel a little dizzy. I saw a hole under the road next to it. I thought it should be cool, so my teammates and I moved to it. In the tunnel, the temperature was really comfortable. We drank water and recovered our physical strength after eating, but still lacked some spiritual motivation. So I took out my phone and played some fast-paced songs, and we were on the road again with drumbeats and singing.

We continued to ride bicycles until it was dark. There were almost no vehicles on the road. We put on the reflective vest, and after turning on the front and rear lights, we continued to ride on the road. As a result, after a while, a few lightning flashed across the sky. For safety reasons, we stopped a truck and used Google Translate to translate our hitchhiking request into Russian. As a result, the two drivers looked at each other and began to discuss what my translation means in Chinese. When I heard the familiar Chinese, I could n’t help but know that you guys can speak Chinese. Is n’t it superfluous to translate me into Russian? Afterwards, we communicated with our fellow villagers as cordially.

After getting on the bus and looking at Google Maps, we have been entering the national gate of Horgos, so he explained to him that we only want to get off at the nearest village, and we can ride to the national gate tomorrow. After several exchanges, they also understood that after sending us down, they called a car to take us to the nearest village. I also realized that they might not be able to take us to the small road because of the GPS supervision provided by the company. Where we want to go, but they have also gone all out to help us, I am very grateful and wish them a safe life.

In the nearest town of Zalkent, it was already early in the evening. The aunt who kept the hotel looked at us and worked very hard to help us cook a few dumplings. Lying in bed at night, after a 156-kilometer ride was quite tiring, but thinking of going back to China tomorrow, I turned around a few times before falling asleep.

Motherland, I am coming back!