Day 60: “Equine Dining” – Almaty, Kazakhstan

I popped the flaccid slug into my mouth and I started to chew…. and chew, and chew…. and then chew some more.

The Dzungarian Gate

Day 59: Sayram Lake & The Dzungarian Gate, China to Kazakhstan

I knew we were in trouble when the driver started swearing in Kazakh. I don’t speak Kazakh, I didn’t have to. Fear is universal.