alt.770m~1470m
I left the guest house in the afternoon. My visa of Tajikistan has already begun from today, counting down 30 days. I must hurry. Besides, I didn't want to stay in the dormitory any longer with my strange bowel. There were new guests coming. So many young women.
I was back on the road, and again had to greet so many people on the way, mostly kids.
"Tourist! Tourist!"
They shout and run up to me as they find me, mostly in all innocence. But some of them are too much used to us and want to have different fun. One of them threw me a stone today. It happened to me the second time near Osh, aside from jeers or slapping my hand pretending shaking hands. Only few times. But they make me tired.
A positive fact, on the contrary. I couldn't find any good place for camping in the evening. A boy shouted to me something as I passed by his house. I went back to him, where there were his sister and his mother as well. He wanted to give me hands full of apples in the yard. Unfortunately my bags were too full. I poiltely refused and asked if there was any house around where I could "homestay". Then they invited me to their own house, offered me dinner and place to sleep with the boy and his elder brother, and treated me really kindly all night. I really appreciated their hospitality, especially since it began to rain at night. (Fortunately my bowel stayed quiet at night.)
They didn't charge me anything at all next morning, told me I could stay till the rain stopped. But it didn't seem to stop at all. I left before eleven, with leaving some money and two bars of chocolate by a window.
29 Sep 2008, 45km away from Osh, 8225km(48km/day)
