Things can change fast as the wind in the mauntains.
I decided to see more of the country and stayed with a relative of a girl I meet in Karakol one more night. She took me to her village and there it was what I was missing:
The wind in my hair, sparkle in my eyes and a fast horse unde me galopping over the fields beneath alpine mauntains.
You have to imagine pictures of the Mongolai you may have in your head if you think about me on this horse.
I was so exited that I booked the horse and the Kyrgyz guide again for the next morning, and instead of a taxi back to the town we went there by horse.
I love fast horses and I am not happy about my leggs aching after this 3 hours ride.
But the sore muscles are definetly worth it
:-)
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