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Johan Kruseman
That evening, we went out. After pre-drinking in the hostel with vodka in Danone cups (which is quite intense for a shot) for 30 cents, Le Garage was the first on our list. In the basement of a completely deserted hotel, with six staff members and no visitors, we hoped to liven things up a bit, but it wasn’t enough for a fun night. We found that in the next bar. With a mix of Kyrgyzstanis, Kazakhs, and Russians, we doubled the nationalities, making for an indescribably funny evening. And finally, I could fully utilize my talent for singing along without knowing the lyrics because it turns out I have those skills in Kyrgyz as well. Since it was still the weekend, we decided to go to a real club the next evening: Koyote, where we experienced a free chapter of the integration course.
There was a nice girl dancing with us (three guys). Suddenly, a Kyrgyz guy came and pushed everyone aside, made himself look big, and started dancing with the girl. At first, we thought he was a bouncer. When he started dancing with her, we thought he was her boyfriend. But it turned out he was just some random guy, and after a minute, he got bored and went to the side to drink beer, and the girl continued dancing with us.
Traveled route: Bishkek, Ala Archa National Park, Kockkor, Song-Kul lake, Beltam Yurt Camp, Fairytale Canyon Skazka, Karakol, Altyn-Arashan, Cholpon-Ata, Jalal-Abad, Kazarman
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