Day 65 – A night in the bowels of a brothel – Taraz

We walked past the mass of other hitchhikers in Korday, and headed up the road towards Taraz. We figured there was no point in trying to compete with the other hitchhikers, because whenever a car pulled over, it was like a scrum, and not speaking the language put us at a severe disadvantage. We walked

Day 64: “Orgies and puppies…” – Korday, Kazakhstan

Day 64: “Orgies and puppies…” – Korday, Kazakhstan

I attempted a couple of covert sniffs of my armpit, to assess the damage. I’m ashamed to admit that a pungent aroma assaulted my nostrils. Disgusted, I retched and had to physically shake myself back to my senses.