In Bishkek they told us, there is no point in going to Issyk-Kul at this time of the year. It is already long past the peak season. There is nothing there...
On a hill covered by a green carpet of grassland, stand white walls of the Orthodox cathedral. Metallic sounds of a melody played by the bells escape from...
“You will catch bait for barracuda”, one of the fishermen explains to us. Earlier in the day, a long wooden boat fitted with colourful sashes had carried...
A cloudy, chilly morning in February. A group of children runs to a school bus parked at the side of the sandy road. Clouds of dust stirred by small feet...
1:30 am – middle of the night. In a simple wooden, mountain shelter we are getting ready for an expedition to the crater of Ijen volcano. A petite, swarthy...