My artsy picture from my room. A bench and grazing horses. And the lake.
Always the same view of the fast-walking Tom and Liz. But I was ahead of most the others
The huge lake and the yurt communities.
Los tres amigoes.
Sheep skull with its teeth intact. No horse riding for this girl.
Love to collect international stones.
Dining hall.
Quite the fence. And quite the different colors,
Poor bird wore blinders. They use this bird for hunting. Instead of man trying to hunt for meat, they use this poor bird. When it atacks it prey, they take it away from him and keep it for themselves.
The horses and cattle were beautiful out on this pasture.
CLICK. Listen to the eagle.
CLICK. Watch the eagle
Another nice room. Note the felt designs.
More tomatoes and cukes. The tomatoes are so much ebtter than in the U.S.
We requested this stop at a cemetery. Sergey thought we were crazy, but a trek through a cemetery is always interesting.
This is how I make something taller too. Just add a 2 x 4 at the bottom!
Ingenious toilet. A true hole in the floor.
Yurt building. I found it very interesting since I had researched how to bend wood in order to make a rocking chair. I never did it. But understood the idea of heating the wood, bending it and holding it in place until it dried for curved wood. The expanding walls were held together with strips of animal skin. As it dried, it became tighter and tighter.
Richard stripped off the skin of a willow branch and fond memories of his granddaddy came flooding back to him.
This little 3 year old played with the wood shavings as toys for 1/2 hour. Notice even Richard was wearing a wood shaving bracelet.
I wanted to take home the silverware case. But didn’t. The cream colored liquid of solid honey. The yellow was melted butter, but I feared it smelled rancid.
Bathroom wall was infused with hay/straw and then painted.
The gazebo became a sand box for kids.
The wall was made of roof shingles.
These kids were happy because Brenda gave them little felt dolls she bought at the yurt-building place.
One side of the road was desolate rocks and other other side a beautiful lake and beach.
Just a local town along the way.
Beautiful view once we got to the top. Called “The Seven Bulls”.
I sewed that purse for Liz from tapestry she bought on our last trip to Turkey.
CLICK. Interesting to have music.
Karokol. We did a lot of driving on a road under construction around the lake. Happy to finally get to Karokol.
CLICK. To see the ridiculous amount of meat and fish served. There was another dish of meat at the other end of the table too.
PLENTY of food. The eggplant was great. Our 90 year old Hugo, sat with the band and pretended to play with them.
CLICK for music.