Karakol

Time for real travel: Trekking in the mountains behind the Izzyk Kul lake, the biggest lake of Kyrgyzstan.
Arnaud and I are getting ready and I will finally use all the tyrekking equipment I m carrying in my bag since the begining of my trip. We are bying food for 3 days: bred, noodles, soup, fruits, and two little bottles of vodka for the cold nights we are ready to spend.
Lets, go, bags are quite heavy though and the road is nice, but the rain is coming soon and makes the trek a little bit harder. We are spending our first night next to local shepherds camp site, we are freezing with our cold wet feet and light clothings. Seeing us freezing, the shephereds invite us into their little house for hot tea and bread....rahhhh quite nice....in return we offer them a bottle of vodka and share it in the warm "house". Trying to make the conversation but it s quite hard, Arnaud and I are trying to use the ferw words of Russian we learnt since the begining of our trip in Kyrgyzstan.









































The next morning, we are leaving early for a hard day where we have to go through the 3800m high pass to go to the other side of the mountain.
The vegetation is slowly diseapearing to be replaced by rocks only. Weather is getting colder and the rain briefly stops sometimes, but to start again giving us just a hope for our clothes and shoes to dry a little bit.
After a few hours, we can finally see the top of the mountain... but noway to see where is the pass we have to go through. the mountain seems like a big wall to us.
We finally see some foot steps in the snow to lead our way, after a bit, we notice 3 persons climbing through the pass....yeah, we know where to go, finally, even if the pass doesn t seem that easy to be crossed.




















For the last 500 meters, we are walking in the snow, following the foot steps, but our walking shoes and light trousers are wet pretty quick, I don t even have a pair of gloves... what a professional team we are !!!

Here we go...little video ;-)




Once the top reached, we can finally have a rest and "breathe", the weather is not that good and we have to wait a little bit to see the mountains around...worth the climb I have to say...beautifull.






































On the way down, we are really tired and the road is not that easy, at a point I have to throw my bag to be able to go down, then like in a bad dream, I see it rolling and rolling again to slowly disappearing and falling down the mountain, a few second after, the little "bam" sound give me the signal that my bag arrived to its final destination.
Result 30m down, my camera is dead, the bottle of vodka which was on the side pocket has nothing....bad luck hein!!!!

The second night is quite OK our muscles are slowly asking us to stop this....
We finish the 2 nights 3 days trek quite dead but happy to have done it !!!!